Soros? Una farsa ben ingegnata!

E' notizia di ieri l'addio di George Soros al tavolo della trattativa per l'acquisto dell'AS Roma.
Molti quesiti vengono ora alla mente, e si fa piu' viva nella mia mente l'impressione che questa trattativa sia stata montata ad arte in un disegno strategico di distruzione dell'immagine della famiglia Sensi.
Qual e' infatti ora l'unico risultato di questa farsa? Non certo che il titolo in borsa ne abbia guadagnato, dal momento che gia' adesso si sta sgonfiando pericolosamente, bensi' che il rapporto tra proprieta' e tifoseria adesso sta vacillando. Tutti i sogni di gloria, miliardi dalla Nike, stadio di proprieta', campioni a vagonate, tutto rovinato dall'avarizia della famiglia Sensi, attaccata a qualche milione in piu'. Tutto cio' ovviamente non e' vero, ma andatelo a dire al tifoso medio.
L'interrogativo ora e': chi c'e' dietro questa operazione? Moggi non c'e' piu', quindi spazio all'immaginazione!

Lucignolo e Nazionale, cervelli a confronto

Leggo su vari siti internet del siparietto avvenuto a Coverciano un paio di giorni fa dove due signorine in bikini si sono cimentate in una pacifica invasione di campo (di allenamento) durante il ritiro della nazionale in preparazione di Euro 2008.
Lo scopo? Pubblicizzare 'Lucignolo', una monnezza di programma che va in onda su Italia 1 e con l'etichetta "programma di intrattenimento culturale" mostra tette e culi a go go, e offre le luci della ribalta al vero peggio che l'Italietta sappia offrire. Fa rabbia pensare che molti bambini spesso sono tenuti fuori dai cancelli e che invece due donzelle di facili costumi siano accolte "a braccia aperte". Viene anche un dubbio: dal momento che si tratta di uno spot per una tv commerciale, che la Federazione abbia preso qualche soldino da Mediaset per questa buffonata?

Un'altra ottima pubblicita' per il turismo nel Bel Paese

Questo episodio e' l'ennesimo atto di violenza nei confronti di un turista in Italia. Dopo i fatti di Perugia con l'assassinio di Meredith, dopo la studentessa violentata a Roma un anno fa, diminuisce la voglia di visitare l'Italia da parte dei turisti stranieri. Speriamo almeno che in questo caso la giustizia usi il pugno duro.

Drugged US tourist killed by train after robbery

Police said that 74-year-old Frank Phel from California died at Tiburtina station, in Rome.
Mr Phel and his wife drank drugged cappuccinos offered by a man who later robbed them and left them wandering around the station in a confused state. The robbery was filmed by security cameras at a nearby café.
"This man approached these two tourists and earned their trust, and then offered them two cappuccinos with drugs," the spokesman said, adding that the suspected robber, a 54-year-old Italian man, chatted with the two tourists before fetching the coffee at a local cafe and adding a mix of drugs, including sleeping pills.

Leggi l'articolo completo al link
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/italy/2036852/Drugged-US-tourist-killed-by-train-after-robbery.html

Colao, l'Italia che vince

C'e' comunque un'Italia che ancora si distingue nel mondo per le sue capacita': rappresentante a Londra ne e' ora Vittorio Colao, nuovo CEO di Vodafone.


Vittorio Colao, named today as the new chief executive of Vodafone, has been earmarked for the top job since rejoining the company two years ago.
The son of an officer in the Carabinieri, Italy's military police, he was born in 1961 in Brescia, the area of Lombardy between Verona and Milan.

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http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2008/may/27/vodafonegroup.mobilephones

Jim Morrison seen by Marilyn Manson

Ho trovato nel web quest'articolo su Jim Morrison scritto nientepopodimenoche' da Marilyn Manson. E' incredibile, odio la musica di Manson almeno quanto adoro la sua intelligenza.

Jim Morrison said it best: "All the children are insane," and he meant it like I mean it. We are children revolted by the banality of what people think is sane. When Jim rambled, quite profoundly, "Rock & roll is dead," and "Hitler is alive. . . . I slept with her last night," he knew then what we are choking on now. You can't change the world, and if you try, you just end up destroying it. We love all things to death. We leave the lights on, turn everything up to ten and fuck everything we fear.

In tenth grade I was told to read No One Here Gets Out Alive, the biography of Jim Morrison. Everything I'm interested in now got started with that book. It made me want to be a writer, and I started with poetry and short stories. We don't know what was really going on in Morrison's head, but I liked trying to piece it together. The immortality of his words, the mystery of his existence appealed to my sense of fantasy. I found "Moonlight Drive" -- particularly when accompanied by "Horse Latitudes" -- scary and sexually mystifying, like Happy Days told by Ted Bundy. I read the poem in front of my tenth-grade English class, and it was as awe-inspiring then as it is now. Words like mute nostril agony and carefully refined and sealed over always stung in the corners of my eyes.

I think the Doors still fit in because they never fit in in the first place. They didn't have a bass player. The music often had nothing to do with Morrison's words. The keyboard held everything together. Most bands can get through a show if the keyboardist breaks a finger. Not the Doors. Robbie Krieger played very odd guitar parts if you compare him to Jimmy Page or Keith Richards. Yet all this combined into something unique that grabbed people's attention.

Morrison's voice was a beautiful pond for anything to drown in. Whatever he sang became as deep as he was. He had the unnameable thing that people will always be drawn to. I've always thought of the Doors as the first punk band, even more than the Stooges or the Ramones. They didn't sound anything like punk rock, but Morrison outshined everyone else when it came to rebellion and not playing by anyone's rules. There are a lot of bands that seem to want to sound like the Doors filtered through grunge or neogrunge -- whatever it is. But it's all just ideas pasted on ideas, faded copies of copies. If you want to be like Jim Morrison, you can't be anything like Jim Morrison. It's about finding your own place in the world.