not that seem like the usual cynical fuck, and I have absolutely nothing against the last (just in time) of military deaths in Afghanistan. Only, sometimes, one comes to the last word of a newspaper article to hold back the vomit. More than usual I mean. The problem is that now I have become intolerant to crap. Bullshit as the story of "peace mission" or "sacrifices for peace." For ten years the Americans have occupied Afghanistan in Kabul and still you can not find a McDonalds. I am stunned. More than it is La Russa in front of a mirror.
Some reminders for those who remain distracted from the last eclipse of the Tg1: in Afghanistan are carried out daily military operations. I say this for those who still believe that NATO should be stepping around from house to house as the presenters of the Elf, to housewives showing the stunning quality of the last Afghan model of democracy cyclonic bagless. Second, a soldier dies in war because it is his job. It's not something unexpected, sudden, shocking. When one enlists, and also the sghiribizzo to go on a mission, it anticipates (or at least should, if he successfully completed the 5th grade) the possibility that someone else, against the deployment, sooner or later, to the shot at or to place a mine under your ass. Otherwise what they would serve all those hours and hours of training go to practice with the assault rifle and suffer acts of hazing? Certainly not to become unbeatable in Halo. A soldier is a little 'how to make the bitch. Spend a lot of time walking up and down a street, you can chew gum with their mouths open, and go to sleep each night in a different place. The pay is good but you also take the equivalent of a risk. For example, you caught a mine or a venereal disease. (For the whores nothing but mine is likely that an elected official in the mouth).
What I mean is that for a soldier, being shot dead by a sniper or be crushed by a mine is anything but a fucking accident at work. A soldier is not the carpenter Yossuf black flies down from scaffolding in Bergamo. Nor is the worker Giuseppe burning alive in a steel mill that cuts the cost of sicurezza.Il soldier is a job that if the word evolution of the human species really meant something, should no longer exist. To be a truly evolved species we should have fewer soldiers and more jazz trumpeters. Think about it: The Russian minister said on TV that "we had to increase the quota of Italian jazz trumpet players of another 500 units because we could not push the notes of 'Blue in Green ' up to the peaks of Hindukush.
One last thought is dedicated to Archbishop Vincent Pelvis and his wonderful speech I made during the ceremony. Good Pelvis, said: "Many ask why we persist in exposing ourselves to the dangerous land but then no one could reproach to Jesus that he sought death, deliberately addressing those who had the power to condemn him? "
Dear Archbishop, what about his sublime this parallelism? A" go fuck yourself, "perhaps it is not all''altezza of so much eloquence. From a fan of hippies and peace activists from the revolutionary ideas, let me point out that I find difficult to accept that Jesus 've ever thought about a "peace mission" in camouflage and M4. Nevertheless I'm pretty sure that if he were alive today, the gentle and loving Jesus would surely have made an exception to his philosophy of love to come to you, dear Archbishop, and drive a camel on the piss. Because it is easier for a camel to pass through the pelvis ass archbishop that people begin to say enough wars.
Peace. Always.
Dear Archbishop, what about his sublime this parallelism? A" go fuck yourself, "perhaps it is not all''altezza of so much eloquence. From a fan of hippies and peace activists from the revolutionary ideas, let me point out that I find difficult to accept that Jesus 've ever thought about a "peace mission" in camouflage and M4. Nevertheless I'm pretty sure that if he were alive today, the gentle and loving Jesus would surely have made an exception to his philosophy of love to come to you, dear Archbishop, and drive a camel on the piss. Because it is easier for a camel to pass through the pelvis ass archbishop that people begin to say enough wars.
Peace. Always.
[illustration Mario Perrotta ]
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