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PERFEITO. HORA DA FAXINA.
VAMOS COMEÇAR A LIMPAR O BRASIL NOS LIVRANDO DESTA GENTE SÓRDIDA E EGOÍSTA.
VÃO E NÃO VOLTEM JAMAIS. NÃO FARÃO FALTA.
Enquanto isso, notícia publicada em um site de notícias especializado em destacar as reportagens que não aparecem na grande mídia estadunidense, o Political Blindspot, dá conta de que na maior nação liberal do planeta, a terra das oportunidades, onde qualquer um pode construir sua riqueza, 80% de sua população viveram próximos a pobreza ou abaixo da linha da miséria (só nessa última condição, são 49,7 milhões de pessoas).
A reportagem fala ainda do aumento cada vez maior do abismo que separe ricos e pobres daquela nação e de como o governo estadunidense, em vez de aumentar a rede de proteção social dos 80% da população que sofre com os efeitos da pobreza, está discutindo os cortes dos poucos programas assistenciais que estão ajudando alguns estadunidenses a se manterem pouco acima da linha da pobreza.
Parece que o paraíso dos liberais não é tão maravilhoso assim. Enquanto isso, no Brasil…
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NINGUÉM CONHECE O INIMIGO ZERO
Não estou nas trincheiras de guerra alguma. Não faço parte de ação, tropa, gente com quem se está em guerra. Se estivesse, aí sim, estaria combatendo o inimigo em tempos de guerra. Não é o meu caso.
O que eu tenho são pessoas que tem ideias que são diferentes das minhas. Isto não é ser inimigo. É divergência de opiniões.
O que eiu tenho são pessoas que não gostam de mim (ou eu delas) mas isto não é ser inimigo. É questão de afinidade.
Enfim, não ser amigo não significa ser inimigo, muito embora as pessoas assim classifiquem, de forma banalizada. São coisa muito diferentes.
Os que me desejam o mal não são meus inimigos. A eles é facultado o direito de desejar o que quiser a quem quer que seja. Isto não é a definição de inimigo. É um tipo de comportamento, sociável ou não que a mim não cabe julgar.
Vejo muitas postagens pedindo a Deus que afaste os inimigos blá blá blá…
Na verdade, o mais correto, o que traz a verdadeira Paz para a nossa consciência, é pedir a Deus que esta pessoa “supostamente” inimiga seja beneficiada pela Luz e capaz de rever seus atos para que ela própria tenha uma melhor qualidade de vida.
E que possamos também rever nossas atitudes porque, no fundo, ninguém conhece o “inimigo zero”, quando tudo começou.
Todos dizem “fulano é meu inimigo porque me fez…” mas não refletem sobre a possibilidade do fulano estar dizendo “ele é meu inimigo porque me fez…”.
É uma via de mão dupla e os envolvidos, sem qualquer dúvida, tem sua parcela de responsabilidade no processo. Ninguém está impune.
Não falo das pessoas que não gostam de mim como inimigos. É um direito delas, que eu respeito com sinceridade.
Nesta linha de raciocínio eu encontrei a minha Paz. E nem precisei chatear Deus com pedidos desmedidos.
A cada um conforme o seu merecimento.
My family of origin are me, my parents and my brother.
My family made me and my children are.
The family consists of my brother is he, his wife and children.
Therefore, there are three distinct and independent families.
So what? Let me explain:
Legend has it that, on the label, when a family invites for an event of any kind is right to send such an invitation directly to the head of the family who wants to be inviting.
Although we are all connected to the patriarch, does not mean that it is the guest’s descendants, per table, are also invited.
This gets worse when you send an invitation to my parents and asked “to give me the message” saying that my family is also invited.
Not. Invitation is invitation and message is a message.
Nothing more antisocial than the famous phrase, “Speak to Virginia for her show too.”
That is, if the message is given, who invites disclaims guilt if I do not show up at all, “left the message.”
If the message is not given, what else happens, and I did not attend, which also invites disclaims guilt because, after all, “gave a message.”
In times of social media at full steam resources are vast and range from a simple SMS, e-mail, post on social networks culminating with traditional phone calls and letters by POST, this the most elegant.
In this aspect I am extremely protocol. If you really want the presence of my family to make the call directly to me, just as I do with people.
Nothing invitations by third parties, anything half-assed invitations.
If you want me to invite me personally.
Times have changed but some values are immutable.
I’m not a woman get events from the mouth of others.
When I was a kid. the birthday parties were made indoors. Just a joy!
The adults revezevam the preparations and the children ran loose in the house and the yard, in ecstasy, brawling.
Some were devoted to the preparation of sandwiches of bread with cheese, cut into triangle to yield more. Other prepared pizzas sardine cut into squares, sometimes tiny. Others covered cabbages and poked the traditional sacanagens that would be plucked before dinner. If the budget allowed also rolled a hot dog, but ground beef …
For dinner there was no mistake: we had the shank, the farofa, rice and mayonnaise that was kept in the drawer of the refrigerator for no sour.
To serve such delicacies the saucer was always brand ROCK and plastic cutlery were pink or blue depending on the sex of the birthday.
The cake and sweets were always in charge of one or more dear aunts.
Who made my cakes was my dear Aunt Yvonne (Flavia Seixas BarretoMaria Sophia Luisa Barreto Barreto). Those cakes were homemade, delicious, de glace marbled and filling milk candy, unmissable.
The boys earned the football field. The girls had a doll sitting on top. All very simple but done with such care and affection that became delicacies worthy of the gods.
There was not much variety of sweets. We had the generals, the cajuzinhos and coconut kisses, all made at home too. There was no such thing as caramel and fondados American and folders. The major ingredient was always love.
By the middle of the house adults strove to drag the furniture to make more room for the kids run and enconstavam armchairs and chairs for the older staying. Just a mess!
The decor was not there these things. We had bladders that were glued randomly around the table (always popped many) and only.
Already on the cake table could not miss the Baleiro with delicious coconut candy wrapped in pink or blue paper. Sometimes we also had one piruliteiro done with lollipops of KIBON of which I loved chocolate.
But the most important item always had to be the behavior of the birthday boy! If we do not behaved satisfactorily, the look of our mother was more than enough. The look on my mother did anyone turn an angel.
Hugged each guest personally, we received and we would appreciate the gift, which was opened at the same time, and pulled into the bed immaculately tidy with wrapping paper folded and tidy under the bed.
The party acontencia watered Q-JUICE and that beloved aunt was always warm in the kitchen frying dumplings that were offered at the time.
I remember that the music came from a vitrolinha pumpkin color which played a compact with national artists. And the TV was turned on to meet that were not without watching the programming time.
The birthday girl and classmates played through the wheel house, hide and seek, shared gifts received, rolled on the ground.
Anyway, dinner was served by the relatives.
After dinner came the time for congratulations, the magic moment, the climax, when we were children we felt the limelight and not hid proud to be able to stand on a stool to reach the candle.
After the congratulations, the party ended.
All wore cake, honey and more desejasem home. There was no such thing as a surprise bag of souvenirs, none of these things modernosas.
The house was a mess but we were all always very happy.
It was a time of family and only for this already worthwhile.
Glad you lived all this.
WAS SO HAPPENED. ONLY THIS.
1) You say I’m decompensated however, I do not hate my mother. You talk to HATES his mother and she is BAD. The name of this is that?
2) Contrary to what you suppose, my kids love me and YES, despite the differences and conflicts that exist in any household, the joys I have to be mother outweigh any dificuldade.Este feeling, motherhood, you will never experience. This option is not for you. Will live forever ride in stepdaughter’s son oblivious.
3) You say I have no husband. Ah! Rather, different motherhood is a choice. A better option than that to get an addict, reimagine and make him a doormat just to say they have a “husband.”
3) You say that someone who worked horrors spoke to me. Not coincidentally, is the same person, with whom I also worked and spoke horrors you. If I remember correctly, the adjective used to refer to his person was CAMBALACHEIRA.
4) You criticize me because I do volunteer work. That is a question that does not concern you. My Doctrine teaches to respect all faiths of others, including your own.
5) My father was one of the greatest teachers of ETAM and, even today, 30 years later, is admired and revered by his former students who do not get tired of sending hugs and lembranças.E his father Marketer: Monday where he works?
6) I’m not ashamed of my family nor ninguém.E hide from you? because both their hides? Will you do so much a matter of opinion and have more than it really is and has?
WAS SO HAPPENED
I certify that the facts narrated above are true and do not characterize libel, slander, infamy, rumor or gossip. Were all witnessed by me not fitting therefore false charges or damages.
You say you have pity on me but I see immersed in a sea of selfishness, arrogance, pride, vanity and … HUMILIATION.
To each according to his merit.
NOW I CAN TALK – Chapter 3
I know a person who has the hobby of speaking ill of others lives. No comments on a book, a film, a journey, not a recipe exchange, does not comment on a show, do not talk about fashion, music, internet, culture, does ballroom dancing, nothing.
Only speak ill of others lives. A person tiring and alienated.
Speaking evil of others to me, talk badly about me to others, speaking ill of others to others. A spectacle. And everybody knows it, it’s obvious.
Not content to use the lives of others as main subject, now decided to get fancy and went on to invent things that never happened, only in your head.
There is an opinion maker. It is forming rumors.
The life of every person is wrong, it is just right. Everyone acts wrong, only the person act right.
Has the amazing ability to tell things about people that never happened or were spoken.
Sometimes I feel like giving a shake but quit because the person is useful for sending messages, or when I want someone to know something I’ll tell her secret. Comes very fast.
And I also give a discount for having a life half empty, not have a house to care for, to do a course, do not have children to raise, not volunteering practice, has nothing, does nothing, will not leave anything. Lives to live the lives of others.
But I have decided to write about this?
Because I found that something that seems bad can become good.
So today when I want to know about my life and I’ll ask her to know things about me that even I imagined!
Here is my tribute on the Day of the Elderly for this person who can not grow old and not realizing it.