Places That Sell Rabbit Cages In Las Vegas

!

was new in the air for several months, the revolt of the immigrants, and it happened here in this remote corner of Calabria and Italy, where the law and the law are now now only two sickly excellent and precious little words to be printed on the invitations to conferences just as tiresome in which waste time and money by now a bit 'anywhere to pretend to charge instead of a problem and not care.

It does not matter that it happened in Rosario rather than Oppido or elsewhere does not change the result.: The violent (however reprehensible) reaction of the non-degradation in which they are left to their own challenges us all.

Working for 90 to 10 hours a day breaking their backs to collect citrus fruits and olives for 30 € if you are lucky enough to be "taken" from the small owner, without intermediaries, but only for 20 to 25 € (including 5 to 'intermediary mafiosetto) if you do not have such luck, it means accumulating resentment, hatred, perhaps, still want to protest. And the protest becomes more degenerate, maybe, you run the risk of intoxication for a improbabilissima share buyback.

Rosarno So far the facts in their naked and bare simplicity. No need to explain great sociologist.

I Rosarno desperate at the end, however, less "non" to us, because they are not directly required to comply with laws and European directives. We are! But we disregard all the , placing in fact outside of Europe in every way, whether the eccettuiamo FINANCING European bodies!

We consume in virtual projects and ephemeral actions, which do not produce anything, let alone work, billions of euro rained from social funds and regional development and we do not give a serious attitude to our country, small businesses, even family members, who employ the immigrants and exploiting them enough!

We can not, or do not want to respect the work as the highest good for all, so the first place in the scale of values \u200b\u200bis small or big profit gain by the handling policy and the continued deception of the often "comfortable" regional or national laws.

And do not even come to say that integration is the only agency of the Church: the food parcels and blankets so-called works of charity or voluntary only have the advantage of clear conscience, to throw up a little ash great fire, not to help these people seriously. Also to avoid becoming violent at times!

Moreover, the integration of immigrants, as he said Ida Magli, it's just a fairy tale for fools to claim to integrate people with no roots mean to sow the first seeds of violent protest ...

How To Thaw Sausage Quickly

2009 annus horribilis, 2010 annus mirabilis?

At the stroke of midnight tonight ended in 2009, the year in memory of the community oppidese, there will surely be included among the happiest.

already had opened under the auspices of the worst, having to pick up the legacy of 2008 which, with its harsh backlash flood has left a gift to our city a new (after 2004), and this time irreparable cheap, disruption of the old SS 112 bis in the Ferrandina that.

In its initial months, then you have already registered dies nigro lapillus signanda The day to mark the most in black on the schedule among all 365 of the entire period: 13 January 2009 a second flood hit the area oppidese, causing the collapse of some pylons supporting the bridge over the river Marro, the subsequent closure Road-traffic Ferrandina Quadrivio Amato, and the almost total isolation road in our town.

It added that the storms in question have also caused enormous damage to roads and urban interpoderale and fields and, thus, have dealt a lethal vulnus to agriculture, the main economic driver of our territory.

addition, fault this year there was also the mockery of their delayed repair, and in fact only ten months after his downfall, it was possible to replace the bridge over the river by a footbridge near Marro prêt-à-porter , while, in relation to the road of Ferrandina, the year ended as it began, with travelers to and from Oppido still forced to transit via Varapodio.

darkens this gloomy picture (which, alas, so far painted a single color), the black each hospital who, after years of proud survival to a death foretold was scaled up to maintain an existence little more than symbolic.

Taciamo of the many projects, most municipal recovery facilities and the activation of initiatives to help create jobs, invigorate the economy, to lift the ' appeal of a town in need of revival, and after decades of development in 2009 are still reluctant to red tape, the objective difficulties and ignorance of men, to become reality.

not gone unnoticed, however, the exacerbation of divisions within the community oppidese consolidated, divided into factions (mainly political and, of course), which unfortunately often appears, by the partisan spirit of vengeance, more ready to land the opponent which to cooperate with him in order to raise up their country.

It comes to mind as I write these lines to the famous Paul Verlaine ("Je suis Empire à la fin de la decadence "), sublime metaphor for the decline, and that well suits our oppidum, decadent nobleman who, similarly to the continuation of the settlement, go see the barbarians who prey on the dedicated, distraction or impotence, to idle pursuits very different from those needed to avoid the abyss.

But really there is nothing to save, for oppidesi, ceased in the year? Maybe. Perhaps the transition to the polls for the renewal of the Board Municipal and subsequent turnover at the helm of City Hall, which are always opportunities to reshape programs and revive hopes, though, after six months, the expectations of the new administration are still awaiting confirmation. Perhaps, without presumption and in our small, the birth of this blog (and others that preceded or followed), virtual space as in-depth discussion and useful to stimulate individual and collective growth and, above all, to make up for the lack of a real place at the same duty deputy.

not despair, however, and trying to overtake, with the optimism of the will, pessimism of reason, we start from today, encouraged with the old adage that "more is not dark at midnight." Who knows

2010, bearing in mind that man is an exclusive maker of his destiny, could be some pleasant surprises: first of all, we hope the completion of that great labor of Hercules, which is proving to be the work of creation variant of the road in the district Ferrandina.

E, this nourishing little hope, to all visitors of this blog, oppidesi or not, hope that 2010 will truly be a super year!

Bd Company фото

The "Cantata" Christmas John coins, precious tradition of high-quality eco

When Oppido that even on their backs, whether overt or creeping, traditions seem to want to sweep every good habit, even religious, as if a new iconoclastic fury had now taken hold even in our part of the most unexpected, we want to trust the words of the great John Conia , a distinguished oppidese of adoption, to find the true essence of Christmas, the size of that rebirth in fact preached peace to this great feast.

Towards this great poet and priest, born in 1752 near Galatro, entered the cathedral chapter of Oppido ripe age, who died in 1839, Oppido, as it did, unfortunately for many of its illustrious sons and disappeared, was never prodigal of memories.

Reread and think today at least these few verses of the great theologian, orator, humanist and venerable abbot also means for us all to find, at least in part, the true size of our local Christmas tradition that stubborn, survives despite everything.

CANTATA FOR CHRISTMAS

nights and Chisti Who?
vuci Who on sti?
Community is light
Cumpariu mo?
About allegrizza
Sti songs and soni:
Nc'è so facie,
nc'è Fortuna.
Li petri juntanu
L'omani abballanu
L'angeli cantanu
La lla ra rà.
Mancu li griji
Stannu a lu pratu;
Nu nivolatu
pe ll'aria va.
Chi nc'è di novu?
Tuttu lu beni
Supra ndi veni:
Ecculu ccà.
Lu mundu è sarvu:
Lu Sarvaturi,
Lu Redenturi
Cumparsi già.
Eu sugnu mbriacu
Pe tantu preju:
Cchiù I reju
Who nc'è CCA?
Cotrari and snakes, meerkats and cat

fannu The flap;
not nc'è Mali.
Ficiaru peaceful
Wolves and agneji,
Farcuni and Oceja;
und'è War?
Mo Mo Leun
not irgi crigna,
Mansa and benign
The tigers are.
sti Who on that?
Vinni the Peaces:
everyone likes
charity.
Lu Ddeu Amur
figghiu divinu
Nasciu Bambinu
Ecculu ja.

John Conia