Saturday, April 2
Balladur did not resist the mouths of young restless. The Democratic can not do anything at the head of a soft diet. Unable to subdue the Vandals and thugs determined to destroy what is within their grasp, unable to impose its views on a youth in search of a safe and secure future, this government is liquefied bubbled until the presidential elections, not not venturing to blows latte in the foundation needed by our society.
urban guerrillas had no mercy with merchants, destroying, pillaging, plundering any goes. If they could own guns, they would not hesitate to offer a few corpses. When someone has spent its entire existence, the price of a slave away daily, made of selflessness and courage to build something that is reduced to dust in five minutes by lawless thugs, he has the right put an end to their atrocities.
Internal security is currently embodied by the master of the bluff 
Pasqua leaving his troops, not in order of reply attend destruction. But what sort of deliquescence general we live then? Even the State no longer his duty to assist and protect abused his flock. How then to victims refuse to arm themselves for the next time, deal with rogues? We will not accept a terror child, whereas a few muscular commandos would be enough to calm them down for good.
disorder illegitimate irritates me. That's why, can not rely on my own self-defense capability, I rarely go out without a switchblade knife. If the circumstance is serious, dramatic and that I can act, I would not hesitate to oppose an aggressor, even if it be myself or rot in jail. After what I endured, I do not place more than my life above all other considerations. While living, but not at any price. I know the cowardice that lies in me, congenital weakness that gnaws at me, but I also know that a seed of violence exists in my fibers and that the remains of my ethics will put me in serving my property or the property of people who are dear to me. In this, I'm not Catholic Christian soul. Monday, April 4
I am the castle. Late afternoon, the sky was dark times cataclysmic storm and wind: sordid.
Terrific day. Without the involvement of Karl in tears Heim blew his brains out. Alice, by his comments and lack of clarity globalizing, Heim placed in a hopeless situation where honor led to the death. The atrocious was immeasurable theories.
We are not going well at all. Heim, in danger of permanent death, plagued by physical complaints that he never leaves appear, assists and powerless individual disqualifications, each questioning the meaning of this collective life. Alice has changed enormously psychologically, and his judgments are an incisive Heim, revolted by his personality and absolute man of honor, can not accept. Faced with Karl and I, Heim is fortunately relented and Alice pursuing his reasoning, he limited himself to give a drubbing to his daughter.
Instead of taking its independence with a constructive spirit and kindness, we feel rumbling in the fibers will break Alice brutal, so bad for the whole family. It is for Heim
be most valuable as it has. She can not not take into account his actions and his words.
I leave here emerge as the event, without the display of all the facts and all the thought processes that led to this tragedy paroxysmal. Write all it remains extremely difficult for me because I am involved with all my existence and my constitution.
Time is curious. From my bed I see the trees swinging back to a reasonable set against blue sky recently. Tuesday, April 5
I scribbled these lines with a few glasses of red and champagne down his throat. Sorry for the possible confusion in the expression. Fabulous meals
reconciliation with Heim. The horror experienced yesterday with Karl and causes me epidermal instinct of sincerity: the immeasurable love and devotion that we bring to Heim. Alice, as Valium, persists as an iceberg incendiary. Our tears
immediately defused the atrocious processes. Heim has shown us his infinite gratitude. Blowing his brains for a drug was poorly ingested a terrible mess, and irreparable tragedy for the whole family. Saturday, April 9
last Thursday on television, all channels, mobilized against AIDS. From 8:50 p.m. to 3 am, around the duo Dechavanne-Mitterrand (Frederick), "you know everything, everything, everything, you know all about the" dreadful syndrome. Actors, singers, entertainers: all revolved around witnesses and victims of the scourge.
the bus No. 48 that brought me Porte de Vanves Gare du Nord, I looked into dozens, hundreds of boiled. Among them, some girls by touching their beauty, perhaps in their youth, are or will be affected by evil.
Le Pen was the first policy in France to alarm the public about the seriousness of the virus. Today, even the most GAUCHARD puff plastic, protecting, with an eroticism directos from the supermarket, most parts very genitals. Sunday, April 10
journalists, editorial chiefs or leaders of national newspapers, reflected left, last night, one (even) more detestable image of their way of being and thinking.
press review on the small screen. First subject: the suicide of Grossouvre at the Elysee, emaciated little figure at the head oblong and beard cut short, incidentally close friend of mité Fanfan. The troupe journalistic we drunk more than thirty minutes on the ins and outs of the drama. Each said its subtlety light, its incontinent analysis, design falsely moralized the role they must keep the rogues and evil. Indigestible leftovers renumbered to single file ... After Pelat and Beregovoy, Fanfan finds himself very vulnerable.
Saturday, April 16
Before leaving for Au, seen in a cafe near the Pantheon, the studious Aline L. Soon lawyer, she has reached her look of woman, keeping her hypersensitivity. Lovely time with him. Casual conversation. She managed to control his penchant for partying and fun, to achieve his ambition.
All these futures that emerge peacefully: work, money, love, leisure, friends, travel ... I do not know what will be my tomorrows. One can not accuse me of conformism, much less follow a conventional route. Inevitably more qu'intention premeditated.
New illustration of the bloody drunk catapult a people who at the age of barbarism: Rwanda slay, stumbles, s'écharpe, maintaining the acrid stench of spilled juice and lanky bodies littering the ground. The spring colors mortis.
Tuesday, April 19 The UN is, again, to show its total inability to enforce its decisions. Even a great machine, just a little, a little muddy stuff. Western policies were swollen with pride at the response so late to stop the butchering of Sarajevo. With some ridiculous raids aircraft blueprints, we thought invulnerable, laying of international law. Nonsense technocrats ossified by the intellect so inept procedures for considering a resolution number to be shipped as soon as possible in the pits UN.
The UN is more than ever the mark of sterile intellectualism, principles for the good word, crooks of political action. Nothing, nay, that slab of skin prick. Gorazde, Muslim town of the late Yugoslavia, is being extermination, reduced to ashes, annihilation by tapestries blood of innocents. Peacekeepers lacerate their berets, desperate to have their leaders so castrated. Serbs massacred cheerfully, playing the game of war in full. Bodies, battered credit to enforce an alleged international justice, cry out in comfortable lobbies. Pathetic abjection.
While a real war crime is nearing completion, we French, we find Paul Touvier proclaimed killer of humanity! There are severe, unforgiving to an old man adored by his family. The demonstration is made that nothing works properly in this world: Kuwait protected Undercutting Yugoslavia. Garbage political scrapings worthy of their pseudo-legality!
Our soft belly against the Germans during the World War II, almost amazes us today but we have nothing changed. A small faction of Serbia, to use the weapons it has placed under UNPROFOR control, can lead his killing without being disturbed. Lucid
Juppe: "There is no military solution to the conflict." But if, glabrous minister, there is one ... for the Serbs! But good god! those who have the authority to take military action without blablatent. We will wait for what? That the Serbs are sending in nice packages severed heads of UN peacekeepers? Another aberration Juppe wants a meeting of major nations to adopt yet another position of principle that it will impose ... but with what? The diplomatic bag? Wednesday, April 27
pathetic bitter tonight. Saw a movie in tribute to Serge Moati Pierre Beregovoy the Just, who committed suicide. At the time, when I heard the news, I cooed with my sweet Kate in the Grand Hotel de Cabourg, where we decided to spend a long weekend. At night, discovering the beauties drive around, I kept deep in the throat a strange whiff of distaste for the media clique, who buried yesterday and today praises the Prime Minister. For the man Beregovoy, sensitive to the core, I mulled the vague impression a masterly mess. This little man, so harmless at first sight, probably hiding a loyalty that dipped beyond competence constantly being improved by its questioning daily, combining its survival within the meaning of honor. Leftist I know, but I remain deeply moved by this intimate tragedy.
Certainly my doubts about the infernal failed business professional, face the negative influence of my relationship with Kate, facing this fragile and short break from my troubles at the gates of Deauville, has crystallized more my dismay.
Pasqua leaving his troops, not in order of reply attend destruction. But what sort of deliquescence general we live then? Even the State no longer his duty to assist and protect abused his flock. How then to victims refuse to arm themselves for the next time, deal with rogues? We will not accept a terror child, whereas a few muscular commandos would be enough to calm them down for good. disorder illegitimate irritates me. That's why, can not rely on my own self-defense capability, I rarely go out without a switchblade knife. If the circumstance is serious, dramatic and that I can act, I would not hesitate to oppose an aggressor, even if it be myself or rot in jail. After what I endured, I do not place more than my life above all other considerations. While living, but not at any price. I know the cowardice that lies in me, congenital weakness that gnaws at me, but I also know that a seed of violence exists in my fibers and that the remains of my ethics will put me in serving my property or the property of people who are dear to me. In this, I'm not Catholic Christian soul. Monday, April 4
I am the castle. Late afternoon, the sky was dark times cataclysmic storm and wind: sordid.
Terrific day. Without the involvement of Karl in tears Heim blew his brains out. Alice, by his comments and lack of clarity globalizing, Heim placed in a hopeless situation where honor led to the death. The atrocious was immeasurable theories.
We are not going well at all. Heim, in danger of permanent death, plagued by physical complaints that he never leaves appear, assists and powerless individual disqualifications, each questioning the meaning of this collective life. Alice has changed enormously psychologically, and his judgments are an incisive Heim, revolted by his personality and absolute man of honor, can not accept. Faced with Karl and I, Heim is fortunately relented and Alice pursuing his reasoning, he limited himself to give a drubbing to his daughter.
Instead of taking its independence with a constructive spirit and kindness, we feel rumbling in the fibers will break Alice brutal, so bad for the whole family. It is for Heim
be most valuable as it has. She can not not take into account his actions and his words.
I leave here emerge as the event, without the display of all the facts and all the thought processes that led to this tragedy paroxysmal. Write all it remains extremely difficult for me because I am involved with all my existence and my constitution.
Time is curious. From my bed I see the trees swinging back to a reasonable set against blue sky recently. Tuesday, April 5
I scribbled these lines with a few glasses of red and champagne down his throat. Sorry for the possible confusion in the expression. Fabulous meals
reconciliation with Heim. The horror experienced yesterday with Karl and causes me epidermal instinct of sincerity: the immeasurable love and devotion that we bring to Heim. Alice, as Valium, persists as an iceberg incendiary. Our tears
immediately defused the atrocious processes. Heim has shown us his infinite gratitude. Blowing his brains for a drug was poorly ingested a terrible mess, and irreparable tragedy for the whole family. Saturday, April 9
last Thursday on television, all channels, mobilized against AIDS. From 8:50 p.m. to 3 am, around the duo Dechavanne-Mitterrand (Frederick), "you know everything, everything, everything, you know all about the" dreadful syndrome. Actors, singers, entertainers: all revolved around witnesses and victims of the scourge.
the bus No. 48 that brought me Porte de Vanves Gare du Nord, I looked into dozens, hundreds of boiled. Among them, some girls by touching their beauty, perhaps in their youth, are or will be affected by evil.
Le Pen was the first policy in France to alarm the public about the seriousness of the virus. Today, even the most GAUCHARD puff plastic, protecting, with an eroticism directos from the supermarket, most parts very genitals. Sunday, April 10
journalists, editorial chiefs or leaders of national newspapers, reflected left, last night, one (even) more detestable image of their way of being and thinking.
press review on the small screen. First subject: the suicide of Grossouvre at the Elysee, emaciated little figure at the head oblong and beard cut short, incidentally close friend of mité Fanfan. The troupe journalistic we drunk more than thirty minutes on the ins and outs of the drama. Each said its subtlety light, its incontinent analysis, design falsely moralized the role they must keep the rogues and evil. Indigestible leftovers renumbered to single file ... After Pelat and Beregovoy, Fanfan finds himself very vulnerable.
Saturday, April 16
Before leaving for Au, seen in a cafe near the Pantheon, the studious Aline L. Soon lawyer, she has reached her look of woman, keeping her hypersensitivity. Lovely time with him. Casual conversation. She managed to control his penchant for partying and fun, to achieve his ambition.
All these futures that emerge peacefully: work, money, love, leisure, friends, travel ... I do not know what will be my tomorrows. One can not accuse me of conformism, much less follow a conventional route. Inevitably more qu'intention premeditated.
New illustration of the bloody drunk catapult a people who at the age of barbarism: Rwanda slay, stumbles, s'écharpe, maintaining the acrid stench of spilled juice and lanky bodies littering the ground. The spring colors mortis.
Tuesday, April 19 The UN is, again, to show its total inability to enforce its decisions. Even a great machine, just a little, a little muddy stuff. Western policies were swollen with pride at the response so late to stop the butchering of Sarajevo. With some ridiculous raids aircraft blueprints, we thought invulnerable, laying of international law. Nonsense technocrats ossified by the intellect so inept procedures for considering a resolution number to be shipped as soon as possible in the pits UN.
The UN is more than ever the mark of sterile intellectualism, principles for the good word, crooks of political action. Nothing, nay, that slab of skin prick. Gorazde, Muslim town of the late Yugoslavia, is being extermination, reduced to ashes, annihilation by tapestries blood of innocents. Peacekeepers lacerate their berets, desperate to have their leaders so castrated. Serbs massacred cheerfully, playing the game of war in full. Bodies, battered credit to enforce an alleged international justice, cry out in comfortable lobbies. Pathetic abjection.
While a real war crime is nearing completion, we French, we find Paul Touvier proclaimed killer of humanity! There are severe, unforgiving to an old man adored by his family. The demonstration is made that nothing works properly in this world: Kuwait protected Undercutting Yugoslavia. Garbage political scrapings worthy of their pseudo-legality!
Our soft belly against the Germans during the World War II, almost amazes us today but we have nothing changed. A small faction of Serbia, to use the weapons it has placed under UNPROFOR control, can lead his killing without being disturbed. Lucid
Juppe: "There is no military solution to the conflict." But if, glabrous minister, there is one ... for the Serbs! But good god! those who have the authority to take military action without blablatent. We will wait for what? That the Serbs are sending in nice packages severed heads of UN peacekeepers? Another aberration Juppe wants a meeting of major nations to adopt yet another position of principle that it will impose ... but with what? The diplomatic bag? Wednesday, April 27
pathetic bitter tonight. Saw a movie in tribute to Serge Moati Pierre Beregovoy the Just, who committed suicide. At the time, when I heard the news, I cooed with my sweet Kate in the Grand Hotel de Cabourg, where we decided to spend a long weekend. At night, discovering the beauties drive around, I kept deep in the throat a strange whiff of distaste for the media clique, who buried yesterday and today praises the Prime Minister. For the man Beregovoy, sensitive to the core, I mulled the vague impression a masterly mess. This little man, so harmless at first sight, probably hiding a loyalty that dipped beyond competence constantly being improved by its questioning daily, combining its survival within the meaning of honor. Leftist I know, but I remain deeply moved by this intimate tragedy.
Certainly my doubts about the infernal failed business professional, face the negative influence of my relationship with Kate, facing this fragile and short break from my troubles at the gates of Deauville, has crystallized more my dismay.
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