Actualidad
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Escrito por Octogenario
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jueves, 23 de octubre de 2008 |
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Vale, sí hay cambio climático.
En Madrid, anteayer, hacía calor, ayer llovía a mares y hoy hace un frío de cojones.
Aunque más bien es un cambio meteorológico...
Hay momentos en la vida duros. Tomar ciertas decisiones que implican contradicciones a unas convicciones y acciones.
La cuestión es que no quiero ser asociado a la panda de hijoputas fasciosos que coinciden en la visión de un escepticísmo al cambio climático. Qué se le va a hacer.Lo de siempre, ser o no ser...
Desde este momento oficialmente, de cara a la galería y familia: sí, he visto la luz. Hay cambio climático, no hace falta que sigamos discutiendo.
Pero aviso, como en 1984, sigo jugando mi particular partida de ajedrez.
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Escrito por Octogenario
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viernes, 03 de octubre de 2008 |
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Hace unos años Mexico aprobó un plan de rescate muy similar al que quieren aprobar los yankis para salir a flote.
Si la USA-economía es la que se resfría y el resto se constipa, de esta no salimos vivos.
"Tijuana sound machine", Nortec
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Escrito por Octogenario
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viernes, 26 de septiembre de 2008 |
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Cuando lo eligieron, aquí, nadie lo conocía. Solo a su padre. Fue por un puñado de votos, agujereados por debajo de la mesa por los mismos que hacían el recuento.
Recuerdo una observación que se hizo de él justo después de ganar y era que todas las empresas en las que había trabajado habían quebrado. Todas. Me dije, ostias ¿y ahora lo va a hacer bien?
Culpa arriba culpa abajo el caso es que los USA van de culo con su tontoelculo a la cabeza.
Me llama la atención los analistas, que vaticinan un nuevo capitalismo, con el Estado participando en empresas, menos duro y moviendo el eje del poder financiero de los USA a no-se-donde, creo que a China han aventurado.
Pues os digo que ¡una polla!, no seais tan tolais y penseis que se acabó. ¿Para qué cojones están metiendo dinero sino para sacar a flote el titanic? Será más de lo mismo e incluso peor.
Tardará más o menos pero todo volverá a su cauce. Tranquis y no os hagáis ilusiones.
"I'm an Asshole", Dennis Leary
Folks
I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me
About you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottoms of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Or maybe below the cockles
Maybe in the sub-cockle area
Maybe in the liver
Maybe in the kidneys
Maybe even in the colon
We don't know
I'm just a regular joe
With a regular job
I'm your average white
Suburbanite slob
I like football, and porno, and books about war
I've got an average house
With a nice hardwood floor
My wife, and my job
My kids, and my car
My feet on my table
And a Cuban cigar
But sometimes that just ain't enough
To keep a man like me interested
Oh no, no way, uh uhh
No, I gotta go out and have fun
At someone else's expense
Oh yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I drive really slow
In the ultra-fast lane
While people behind me are going insane
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, such an asshole)
I use public toilets
And I piss on the seat
I walk around in the summer time sayin', "How about this heat?"
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the worlds biggest asshole)
Sometimes I park in the handicapped spaces
While handicapped people
Make handicapped faces
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's a real fucking asshole)
Maybe I shouldn't be singin' this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong...
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NAAAHHHHH!
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the world's biggest asshole)
You know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadilac El Dorado Convertable
Hot pink!
With whale skin hub caps
An all leather cow interior
And big brown baby seal eyes for headlights
YEAH!
And I'm gonna drive around in that baby
At 115 miles per hour
Getting one mile per gallon
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonalds in the old-fashioned non-biodegradable Styrofoam containers
And when I'm done sucking down those grease-ball burgers
I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I'm gonna toss the Styrofoam containers right out the side
And there ain't a Goddamn thing anybody can do about it
You know why?
'Cause we got the bombs, that's why!
Two words: Nuclear Fuckin' Weapons
Okay!?
Russia, Germany, Romania
They can have all the Democracy they want
They can have a big Democracy cake walk
Right through the middle of Tienemen Square
And it won't make a lick of difference
Because we got the bombs
Okay!?
John Wayne's not dead
He's frozen!
And as soon as we find a cure for cancer We're gonna thaw out "The Duke"
And he's gonna be pretty pissed off
You know why?
Have you ever taken a cold shower?
Well, multiply that by 15 million times
That's how pissed off "The Duke"'s gonna be
I'm gonna get "The Duke"
And John Cassavetes
And Lee Marvin
And Sam Peckinpah
And a case of whiskey
And drive down to Texas
And-
(Hey, Hey! You know you really are an asshole)
Why don't you just shut-up and sing the song, pal?
You know, the whole time I thought I was that asshole
And it turns out it was him
What an asshole!
I'm an asshole
(he's an asshole, what an asshole)
I'm an asshole
(he's the worlds biggest asshole) |
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Escrito por Octogenario
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lunes, 08 de septiembre de 2008 |
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Se vuelve a acabar el mundo. Excusa perfecta para ponernos a follar como locos y locas.
En 48 horas se experimentará con un Big Bang en miniatura. Es curioso que en novelas de ciencia ficción, esas que a veces y solo a veces aciertan como es o será el futuro, uno de los motivos recurrentes para su fin del mundo es un experimento como el del CERN .
Que dios os pille confesados y a los que no, a follar.
"End of the world", aphrodite's child
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You should come
with me to the end of the world
without telling your parents and your friends
You know that you only need
say a word
So end my play with thy
end of the world
But I know
that I'll go... away by myself
I feel you don't want to come
You should come with me to the end of the world
We could lie all day on the quiet sands
I would introduce you to my friend the bird
who sings and flies along the fairy strand
But I know
that I'll go... away by myself
I feel you don't want to come
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he---e, ha---a
If you come with me to the end of the world
I'll give you anything that lives on earth
You know that you only need
say a word
So we might live at the end of the world
What I know
that I'll go... away by myself
I feel you don't want to come
he---e, ha---a
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Escrito por Octogenario
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jueves, 21 de agosto de 2008 |
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Se me estaba quitando pero va a ser que no...
Lo que más aterroriza son los últimos instantes, la consciencia de tu destino y del de tu hijo a tu lado.
"Last night", Moby
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Soft sympathetic patch of ground
Where I can lay my heavy burden down
Oh beautiful scene in decay
There to remind us that nothing stays the same
If this be my last night on earth
Let me remember this for all that its worth
If this be my last night on earth
Let me remember this for all that its worth
Wild fruit, sands, override on the vine
Wild creatures come gather round to suckle their wine
The birds they feed before they take flight
As the weary sun succumbs to their heavy eyelids that is life
If this be my last night on earth
Let me remember this for all that its worth
If this be my last night on earth
Let me remember this for all that its worth
Intoxicated birds glide in a swarm
They sing to me their drunken tunes
This is your last night on earth
Remember us for all that we were
Take sweet memories with you, with you
And plant those seeds somewhere new
This is your last night on earth
Remember us for all that we were
Take sweet memories with you, with you
And plant those seeds somewhere new
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