Posterous theme by Cory Watilo

Sessismo Senza Limitismo

SESSISMO SENZA LIMITISMO

Sì, nonostante il sottoscritto venga ad annoverarsi tra I portatori sani di cromosoma Y, m’avvilisco di fronte a cotanta nostrana vergogna. È un dato certo che anche al di fuori dei confini italiani esistano strumentalizzazioni commerciali come quelle che trovate riportate qui sotto, ma qualcosa mi dice che in termini di discriminazione sessuale siamo diventati dei veri e propri fenomeni.

Certo, ammetto che alcune di queste campagne fanno sorridere, ma se penso a come viene vituperata l’immagine della donna in Italia, rabbrividisco. Sono un maschio eterosessuale italiano. Scusatemi, davvero non l’ho fatto apposta.

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Dodaro – Salumi di Calabria

 

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Amaro del Capo

 

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Vini Lepore

 

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Consorzio Giovani Produttori

 

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Garedan Mobili

 

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TTTLines - Caseificio Zappalà

 

Pensiero puro

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« Tutti i matematici certamente condividono la convinzione che ogni problema matematico è necessariamente corrispondente a una precisa risoluzione; sentiamo fino a noi stessi il costante pianto: c'è un problema, cerca la soluzione. Puoi trovarla attraverso un pensiero puro. »

David Hilbert

With fire in my hands

Lucky Man - The Verve
Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever grow and
I know - just where I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

But I'm a lucky man
With fire in my hands

Happiness
Something in my own place
I'm stood here naked
Smiling, I feel no disgrace
With who I am

Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever grow and
I know - just who I am

But how many corners do I have to turn?
How many times do I have to learn
All the love I have is in my mind?

I hope you understand
I hope you understand

Gotta love that'll never die

Happiness
More or less
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty

Happiness
Coming and going
I watch you look at me
Watch my fever grow and
I know
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my

 

Gotta love that'll never die
Gotta love that'll never die
No, no
I'm a lucky man

It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my
It's just a change in me
Something in my liberty
Oh, my, my
Oh, my, my

Seven lies multiplied by seven

Johnturn

 

Depeche Mode - John The Revelator (UNKLE Re-Construction)

 

John the Revelator, put him in an elevator

Take him up to the highest high

Take him up to the top where the mountains stop

Let him tell his book of lies

 

John the Revelator, he's a smooth operator

It's time we cut him down to size

Take him by the hand and put him on the stand

Let us hear his alibis

 

By claiming God as his holy right

He's stealing a God from the Israelites

Stealing a God from the Muslim too

There is only one God through and through

 

Seven lies multiplied by seven

Multiplied by seven again

Seven angels with seven trumpets

Send them home on the morning train

 

Well, who's that shouting

John the Revelator

All he ever gives us is pain

Well, who's that shouting

John the Revelator

He should bow his head in shame

 

By and by

By and by

By and by

By and by

 

Seven lies multiplied by seven

Multiplied by seven again

Seven angels with seven trumpets

Send them home on the morning train

 

Well, who's that shouting

John the Revelator

All he ever gives us is pain

Well, who's that shouting

John the Revelator

He should bow his head in shame

 

By and by

By and by (John the Revelator)

By and by (John the Revelator)

By and by (John the Revelator)

 

 

Semina

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« La vita non dovrebbe essere valutata esclusivamente dallo standard di dollari e centesimi. Io non sono disposto a lamentarmi per aver piantato semi di cui altri raccoglieranno i frutti. Un uomo ha da rammaricarsi solo quando semina e nessuno raccoglie. »

Charles Goodyear