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Listening to our culture

The writer and blogger Tim Challies Canada has adopted an interesting approach for the coming year: it has set a goal to read all the 'Best Sellers' New York Times to be better at listening American culture. The reviews of these books are available at:
http://thegospelcoalition.org/blogs/10millionwords/

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my blog closes

voila, just a message to tell all my readers that I stop to write a last note, I'm a bit nostalgic but I really find myself in this blog, I'll create a new BCP will be less personal and completely anonymous.
has dios:)

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anxiety of the blank


Words come and go, overwhelm me, over me everywhere and I feel overwhelmed, I feel like taking a sheet, a pen and write but this time they leave without a trace, leaving me alone with my white sheet, subsections are created in my head, text, a whole book, and in the same way they came, they go , escape, leaving me and leave me alone.
A god, and god knows how much I hate goodbyes.
ideas, projects in the future, just like words, surprise me Over me and hope is reborn, and I started to build dreams, house of cards, I surrender to my desires, I yield to my desires, I go into another world and then suddenly reality catches up with me, and I forget all my projects, all my dreams and desires and all I begin to live every day without thinking about nothing, I found my routine that I protect my dreams, my words and my ailments.
The desire to drop everything, to erase everything and find myself in front of a white sheet, a sheet or I will rebuild my life as I please, as I have always wanted, may be a fantasy, a myth, but I do 'm not a goddess I am human and I have the anxiety of the blank
Words, just words, nothing but evil words, and I quit writing and I opt for dialogue, but I do no ear, all my desires, my desires and all my dreams are for other than the whims of a girl who can not exceed a teenager, who can not sever ties with the childhood.
I speak, I try to convince, but I must first convince me, and no one encouraged me, and nobody takes me seriously.
I speak, at least try to speak, but I know I have never mastered the art of discussion, listening, I can do but talk, I am totally incapable.
I need to find myself face to me and talk for hours because I have the ability to listen, I know identify problems in others, even if I do not communicate, I know exactly Does the person in front wants to hear what she needs to hear, and what it must necessarily hear, I take all these nuances and confuses me, but this gift will serve me is nothing because I can not argue with me ..
I need advice, a order to be little, but my quest is vain.
white sheet, I want to start all over again, send everything in the air, to believe in myself, but am I ever believed in me?
The answer is no, an emphatic no, not one that hurts me deep inside me.
I'm only 20 years, my life is before me, I can still take risks, succeed or even fail, logic says, but I am able to overcome a failure?
I want to fuck everything in the air, get my degree next year, put it in a frame, the offer to my parents, in token of obedience, and start a new era, one where I am the master of my life, an era where nobody will decide in my place.
Words just words, evil, nothing but pain, then I allow myself to do something crazy once in my life, something which for me is full of meaning?
The answer I get it soon, I Ponder, I think, sometimes I find it ridiculous, sometimes I feel so good in the middle of my dream, and meanwhile I'll hide my game.
What I will do next year? mystery mystery, everyone will know in due course at the last moment, when no one can influence me, guide me or tell me what to do.

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Io sono bambino tunisino msallekha Melli (and I do not veil the face)


Yes, I am Tunisian, I am an individual lambada, I am innocent of the 21th century, and all is well in my world, my Tunisia.
Tunisia is a country where life is good, or I have the right to speak freely, to say what I think loudly.
I am Tunisian and I'm proud of it, Tunisia is a country well launched on the path of progress.
I am Tunisian and I have internet at home for a very cheap price especially with respect to electricity bills and water that I pay each month and have more free access to all sites web, especially those relating to politics and sex education, so yes it's true that there are porn sites that are blocked and it's better like that because I am a good Muslim.
I am Tunisian and I am a good Muslim, I Ramadan (well almost), I listen ezzaitouna the morning and I do not care if Sakhr El Matri
remains my pockets ... I do the prayer every Friday at the mosque and that's enough for the week.
I am Tunisian and I am Arab even though my roots are Berber, I'm Arabic and I speak Arabic, although the Tunisian dialect has nothing to do with Arabic. I
I am Tunisian and purchasing power is rising, everything is within my reach, I get paid vacation, and I attend the same concert Aznavour has 76 of the ticket, well, yes the great credit system.
I am Tunisian and I live in one of the few countries that has not been affected by the crisis, and it's not because the stock is almost nonexistent, and that is precisely the source of all speculation, not just because it is a miracle and that God the Merciful protect us.
I am Tunisian and I'm vayess (braggart), bein yes, we have what it takes and I am compelled to spread my wealth, even if I'm not rich, but I'm just enrich the banks.
I am Tunisian and I am bilingual and even trilingual, I also invented the art of speaking three languages simultaneously without any master, I am strong, eh?
I am Tunisian and I am tolerant, bein yes, I do not care, any user can do whatever he wants but that station was affecting my family, I massacre.
I am Tunisian and I'm not complaining, I'm very happy to live here, but sometimes I have cravings 7ar9a ..
I am Tunisian and I embody the contradiction, and I'm not that contradiction, I like, just disgusts me and I do nothing, I am totally inert .. And I'm
margin and I am Tunisian and I will like you as you move your ass and I wanted to tell you that all is not well and need you to stop you look the other way ...

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improvisation


Hi everyone! I hope you are well, well I do not have much to say, or rather I have so much to say that I prefer to unpack bullshit, just because I miss my blog.
Down ... but I love smoking tobacco
Marge has stopped smoking! yes yes I quit smoking! and my mother was great Besides, she simply asked me about my extra spending money if I stopped for good!
And I held ... a day and a half!
must say I have a sacred desire!
A day and a half without smoking, and I finally realized I am totally dependent on this thing has something to 4 dinars per package.
short, unsuccessful attempt, I do not even know why I took this decision because I just wanted to be doing housework in my life and I started with my body. Basically
ca 4 days now I have not set foot outside and I listen to this mosaic FM, which became a shit elsewhere, and I hate tv Khalik, this guy "pseudo FSAL" who lives in a villa el Menzah and studied at the Lycee of white fathers little shit ..., n 'not insult my intelligence, you're not a guy of the street, you're just a brat who wants to make money because you give your parents do not suffice to pay for a table in a special evening at Calypso
... Anyway, I skip the cock al'âne, besides, I remember one guy who came with a friend, we were girls and he watched what was happening and he burst out laughing saying it's crazy your ability to change the subject and has to jump al'âne cock, sir I say, it's a girl thing so stay out of ca.
You know what I unwrapped like crap when you're away? !
So I was thinking it was 4 days since I have not set foot outside, and I started to crack up, and in fact why not go out except to see you?
I watched lots of film, and I say, Quentin Tarantino, you're crazy and I love your madness! the madness of big .. I read two books
, and I say all the books should be recycled winning paper ass, but for which I am some would say: I think I am me, and this is my personal opinion, that is only my opinion.
This text looks more and more a page of "Bridget Jones' Diary" when I stop ..
But it makes a week that I have not seen you, and God only knows how long ..
And I miss you, but I stop using this word because it expresses nothing in how I miss you ..
I still hear you say: rest in me ... remember?
I am in you, because you and I are inseparable, inseparable, and even time could not separate us.
I see you everywhere, in every street In all lanes and all road crossings. my path has crossed your path and it was a fluke, and by pure chance I was born, since I met you, I feel more alive than life, I feel stronger than the strength and fatal than death. You
you and just you and I see only you and I do not feel that you, and I repeat your name in a low voice, and loud, and I want to scream, but I have votes.
My love for you is different from all the love stories, and I climb over the crowd and I feel on top of everything and I do not want you.
I lost my words, I lost my voice and I thirst for you.
My memory betrays me and I keep fighting it, I want all the times we had together, every hour and every minute should be entrenched in my memory forever.
From you I do not want to lose any bit, because you lose a crumb, it is as clear a chapter in my life.
My life, my little life that was so sad before you and who has become so beautiful.
Cracked blue, I've never been blue flower but I have become.
I want to remember everything, every moment, every sigh, every laugh and every silence. Circumstances

... These filthy circumstances tear thee to me, but no one can snatch you from me, you belong to me. "
I want you in my arms but circumstances .. And I defy
all circumstances and I defy all the taboos to keep you

Ps: post a daughter completely out of order, and I love it! and in fact: also love dior ..

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Extract from A Proverbs Driven Life by Anthony Selvaggio

Information Is About Facts, and Knowledge is about fitting
related facts together. Goal Is About Using Knowledge wisdom
well ...

Never Before in human history has There Been So Much
KM N Widely Spread Among the population. For anyone
with an internet connection, access to additional information
is essentially limitless. In the church, Christians have
never had greater access to information about the Bible and
sound theology. Yet at the same time, in both the church and
the world, wisdom is in decline. We take great pride in our
accumulated knowledge, and our hard drives are packed with
data. But in some of the most important areas of life, such
as raising children, maintaining healthy relationships, and
handling finances responsibly, a great many of us just don’t
know what to do...

Another factor that can make the pursuit and practice of
wisdom challenging is the sheer pace of daily life. The options
available to us in the modern world can be so diverse and so
distracting that we forget to pay close attention to the beauty,
simplicity, and power of the Word of God and what it teaches
us. So much of modern life seems to be about adding—adding
possessions, adding relationships, adding efficiency, adding
income, adding prestige, adding power, adding health, adding
leisure. But at the heart of godly wisdom is an ability not
to become distracted from those things that are most important
in life, and never to set them aside, even as we adapt to
certain legitimate changes in society. For amidst all the noise,
the data, the trends, the traffic, the hurry, the turmoil,
and The Bad advice, the Bible Remains o sole reliable source of
unchanging, timeless wisdom.

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the silence


chuuuut chuuuuuuuuut hush ...
should not say this, do not say this, we must respect the great people not to seem rude, do not criticize the regime for fear of being BEHIND the barraux must be silent ... and hush, speak!
you do not right to express yourself, shut up.
the law of silence has governed my life, my little life, little life that has no interest.
I learned to keep quiet so that I obey the rules imposed over the years and I liked the silence, I became silent, silent as a stone.
now I am silent even when I have the right to speak, I am silent because it has become a habit, and the silence became a refuge.
annoys my silence, I'm aware but I can not help it, it's an education resulat whose first rule: silence.
I stay, I observe, listen, and I said nothing.
my silence annoying, and it t'agace you especially, I love you.
you tell me you love me and I reply that I love you too, you say sweet words, you express your feelings, your desires and I am silent, I find nothing to say.
why? because I do not really love you? no I love you and I love you beyond love, I love you more than anything else and since you came into my life you became my whole life.
everything revolves around you, whom I love.
in your company, everything is more beautiful, more beautiful world, my world is more beautiful because I find you so beautiful and my world is you.
the silence ... going to hell ... I curse the law that holds me and keeps me prisoner to express what I feel for you.
tell you that you suffer from a lack emotional and I am also an iceberg cold and the fire of love, the fire of passion burns in me and you do not see it just because I do the expresses it.
I want you in my arms forever, I want to dive into your eyes and tell you I love you, I adore you, you have beautified my world and that what I I lived with you all that did not share with you is nothing.
I met you by chance, you could have never done in my life and this idea scares me and terrifies me.
my life would be if I did not know? I do not want to think, let's just say that sometimes the chance does things ...
I do believe in destiny but I know that thou hast been intended ..
I love you and I love you well beyond what words can express and I feel that the word love is unable to express what I feel and I wanted to invent another word, and even another vocabulary to describe the seniments you that I have for you ...

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untitled ... I stop everything


In my head:
It's dark, and I lack foresight.
is indecipherable and I lack intelligence.
is coded, and I can not find the code.
I find no common denominator to all these thoughts No logical connection.
I turn around, and I keep going in circles by dint I'm going to faint. Page
virtual hands on a keyboard, stroll, meet, graze the keys, pat, me in my room in the dark.
Black, I love the dark, I have dark thoughts, I always wear black, I take refuge in the dark.
Want to write a text, a nice text, words, nothing but words, words, nothing but words.
A text that looks nothing like the one I am about to write. I jump off the cock
al'âne, and I like it, I skip the cock al'âne, and I like it.
It does not please you can be, but me I like it 'serious', and this is my blog and therefore I use my power, abuse of power. A text
mediocre, I want to write a mediocre text, without head or tail, a text incomprehensible, indecipherable, a coded text, so a word to the wise hello.
I do not want to leave my room, she protects me and I do not want to store it, I like her disorder.
clothes on the floor, glass everywhere, a packet of cigarettes lying around, and I like it, there is life in there and it reassures me, it means that I still live.
I do not want to leave I do not want to face the world, I am helpless, I look so strong, so fragile at the back.
My studies are lagging behind, and I do not care anything, I'm stupid to put down a series, a series has the stupid, and I do not want to leave my bed, not want to work, my studies remind me my tendency to always make the wrong choice.
And I continue to smile, despite everything, I still had a smile, a fixed smile, an expression on a face expressionless.
Reminds me of that game we played when we were kids, when they began to laugh to laugh for no particular reason and in the end we caught laughter.
And I smile for no reason and hope that one day I will find my smile, my real smile.
I could not find a title this post that resembles nothing so I will let no title, no subject, nothing, poor text like the one I wanted to write, a desire has waned, a text without identity wandering in the blogosphere, and I leave the sphere.

Are Carhartts And Walls The Same

I stop to meet, to know people, to try to make friends, try to fall in love, I stop everything.
stop.
every time I step forward, I show everything, and it does not stop, I keep everything fairs, and the height is that I'm believing to do well. I do not take
consiance I messed everything when I see the pain I caused to others and myself, when the guilt gnaws at me, when the mood takes me a few steps behind, back in time and avoid repeating the same mistakes.
I am a social catastrophe, a great anything, a big question mark for me and for others, an equation irreosolvable short, a disaster that wanders the streets.
then to avoid others to do the encounter of this disaster, I am retiring, I stop everything, I stop to try to meet people, and will advise anyone who wants to meet me (Poor) to the extent of my "anything" and I tell her that if she wants to continue seeing me, she is doomed.
I would say it could end up facing a wall, a wall that cool and quiet full of people before her have tried to delete it but in vain.
short, I stop everything, I resigned, I will try what I was already in my childhood friends who come to support me as I am, on my studies even if I hate, on my parents and my sisters that I love.
stoooooooooooooop!
and again: sorry to all those I have hurt, and know that I feel guilty and it hurts me too.

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eternal unsatisfied


a cigarette in his left hand, a glass of coca right hand and I looked at my cigarette burning, which goes up in smoke, and I hope my demons go up in smoke.
A glass of cola that I liked mixed with whiskey, but I have none, my bottle is empty and my head is full.
I'd like to be drunk, now, immediately.
Being drunk to have clearer ideas because I can not do it by being sober, all is contradiction in my head.
I wanted to write because I can not speak, I have nobody to talk to, I would like to write to understand.
My hands wander over the keyboard and hope that these buttons will bring me the truth, an answer, a hint, a clue to the truth.
I write and I reread it, I shall reread later, I reread the entire text and hope it will give me an answer right.
All alone in the dark with my dark thoughts, Sunday evening, the eve of a religious festival, a sacred festival, some eat their assida, and I enjoyed my problems and I want to get drunk the night before the mouth of this Day, blasphemy you say? I do not care , That is what I want.
I do not understand, I do not understand, I am completely unable to interpret my own reactions, I do not know what I want, I want to capture the elusive, touch the untouchable and understand the incomprehensible, the truth, I am looking for the truth.
You wait for an explanation, I know, but I have no valid explanation has to give you, I would like to send you my thoughts for you to understand but I doubt that you could do.
You were so nice and I was so mean, you were so sincere And I was so wrong, if you were correct and I was so loose, you're attached to me and I was also a cold iceberg and you do not deserve.
So I broke in the most cowardly of all: a text, faithful to my cowardice.
I'm sorry, I have treated like shit, but you are far from being, it is I who am. I would send you
this text, send you the address of my blog but I will not, my good old faithful cowardice.
I throw a bottle into the sea, I edit the text in the hope that Someday you'll fall over and that it helps you to understand.
Thank you for being so nice to me and I ask your forgiveness because I did everything that you cling to me as I knew from the start that I could make you a lift.
I was not satisfied, I am, and I will remain, eternally dissatisfied as some say and I can not help it, I do not even know if I want to change.

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face to face I look at you and wonder if I can cope.
face me you are and I sail the face.
my personality has two faces and I wonder if I showed you the good side.
show you the good side, I do not know if I can cope.
I want to play a coin, if tails I continü to draw my face commme you love me to do and if heads, I'll face, and I will and I'll tell regardrai you do not know the good side.
good face is not plain to see, but not obvious to accept it was your turn to deal with it because I did not want to hide my face.
me your face, I plunged my look in your eyes, you think I'm real, authentic, but I'm tired of this side show.
a person has two sides I am, I have an identity schisophrenie
and I want to choose one side.
but which side do I choose? one that you like or that I like?
no I'm not wrong, I'm just a person has two faces.
not, in fact I am not a person has two sides, the truth is that I hide their faces.
I want to send you this text, but I am a conasse a bitch and to you I continü to show the opposite that I am shaped as it is exactly what you would like me to do.
strongly our next face to face because it will be an opportunity for me to take up the challenge and whether j'arretrai me look the other way.

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close our eyes I hate Valentine's Day!


I hate valentine, I hate valentine, I hate her!
dripping all this love, all those lovers who are buying gifts, kissing, holding each other by the hand, I hate them!
I hate the way they flaunt their love in front of us poor single persons in need of love! a little respect for us shit! spare our feelings and our jealousy! we are jealous of your love, then love you but do not our eyes!
I hate Valentine's Day, and all this love dripping!
and me then, why I have no one to hold my hand? !
you disappeared three weeks, and you re-learned, you invited me to dinner, you're Gentelman cheek, and you tell me that you have a gift for me !
tell you that you have not stopped thinking of me, you want to be with me, I was afraid that limit you to tell me I love you!
but no, all your fine words were not used, I will never be yours, because you do not like it at all.
I wish you to know that I have a blog like this you will only have to read the article to break up with me because I hate to break!
relationship on hold!
I hate Valentine's Day and all this love dripping!
dear friends, love you, but discretemet, kiss you but secretly, saying kind words, but in a low voice, make love, but spare us the details!
short, household us!
I hate Valentine's Day, and all this love dripping!

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my tunisia, my love, my pain


tunisia, tunisia my, I love you so much!
love wandering your streets, watching people hang out, hang the Tunisian all the time, do all the time breaks, and I like it.
I spend hours at the bar drinking a "capppucin" a400 millimes tounsi Mush Lavazza, I hang out, chat, spend the day has nothing fuck, besides I'm not the only one trainer, all Tunisians hang out, it's our way of life.
I listen with an air of the morning on waking fairouz turning on the radio, not RTCI, not mosaic, el idhe3a el Wataneya.
I wear the sweater of hope (my favorite team) on Sunday morning and bet we'll win. I love to hear
wled el 7ouma tell me "hey bech sarroura nwakloukom 4 lyoum"
and I smile, and I continue to hang out.
I read "lapresse" although I know it's a cloth corropmu.
I like your bathing beaches in the summer, make the bitch and play beach between swims.
I like to drink Turkish coffee fait 9ahwa 3alia of Sidi Bou el summer while listening to an air of kalthoum omm.
I eat couscous on Sunday surrounded by my family.
I mowed my student status who prefer to buy cigarettes rather than make my photocopies.
which country could offer me that luxury, which country could share my tunisia I afford it?
I love all these pictures and fuck those who profit from advertising to touch the sensibility of the average Tunisian.
southern accent like my grand mother who wakes me up every morning, I speak our dialect and fuck all who say he does live in Tunisia.
I hang out downtown and stopped to drink a glass of lemonade and trainer again and again.
tunisia, tunisia my I love you so much and yet I will soon leave you, I am able to live somewhere else, breathe another air is not yours?
yet I need to leave you because I am suffocating.
I choked and it is time for me to breathe, to fill my lungs with air, take a good breath and my courage in both hands and leave you to breathe, to finally be myself.
more lies, more stress, more boundaries and places to life.
my tunisia I love you, but I feel that my Horizons are limited here, and live in your comfort in your letting go does not allow me to evolve.
I'm not gonna leave tomorrow, but soon and I think already and I'm afraid.
but I know they have to, it's the best thing to do for my personal development.
I'll miss you, so you'll miss me evolve and I hope, become a better person and have cahnce serve you one day.

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Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets


a Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets

no it is not an article in English, just as is. and indeed it is only because I could not find the exact translation of this quote! But I tried. Here below some translations:
a man is only as sick as its secrets: this is a literal translation, but has no valid meaning.
the secrets of a man make him sick: AC does not mean anything either.
as he keeps secret the man is sick: it makes no sense
that keeping a secret makes a man sick one moves more and more real sense of ciatation.
short, I'll spare you my translation skills that are not worth a penny, let us return to our sheep.
Man Is a history as sick as secrets.
right now I'm in my step: I downloaded, I look, I downloaded, I mate. I spend my days downloading series and then watch them, and I stay in bed the computer on his lap.
I am also at my stage: AC is useless to leave my room if it was to go to the same places to see the same faces. So I remain
at home, snug in bed, I rest and I watch my favorite players out and partying, love, hate, revenge, getting drunk mouth, live simply.
and it is just watching desperate housewives I read this quote on the wall at a meeting of Alcolique anonymous.
and as I just finished exams and I have nothing important to do and nothing leads me to think, this quote caught my attention and prompted me to think. at what point is this correct?
before you tell the rest of the story you need to know something: all the questions that I can find no answer obsess me until I finally find an answer. this response may not be convincing but I must have to get rid of my obsession.
short, so I questioned the accuracy of that quote.
A Man is Only as Sick as historical secrets.
if it's true, then when it gets rid of her secrets we are healed.
if c is false then we can continue to live without reveal our secrets and keep them well hidden deep inside of us (which is the very definition of a secret).
for the first hypothesis, the difficulty lies in the inability to find the right person, the person who in turn will keep our secret, and it is not easy task since we even we were unable to keep it.
on the 2nd hypothesis, I tried a long time to choose it as a solution before feeling that I was going to explode and I had to entrust myself to someone.
that's when I decided a few years ago to give me a professional, since in this case, I had the advantage of the 2nd hypothesis without the inconvenience: I get rid of my burden and at the same I make sure that time will keep the secret.
but I could not entrust me to him.
he cured me, of course, I'm out of my depression and I speak without taboos, I'm even proud of me, proud of me being out.
but I could not trust me with him (dear reader this is not a rehearsal, just a sudden desire to rewrite the same sentence) has
Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets.
today, over a discussion on Skype, I was chatting with my girlfriend, when that sentence again crossed my mind, so I decided to give him all my secrets.
she now lives across the world, but this is by far the person I feel closest.
and here is how I decided to evaluate the accuracy of this quote, I unpacked everything to my best friend via Skype.
her reaction: she laughed and told me why you waited so long to tell me while I entrust you all my secrets?
I told him that I was not ready yet (I did not tell him it's also because this phrase haunts me and I wanted to check the accuracy).
short, we talked for hours, sometimes it was serious and sometimes she was leaving her and I was relieved habitulles gates, I felt liberated, healed, and the same time free from my obsession.
A Man is Only as Sick as historical secrets, it's true.
Check yourself and see.

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Israeli children are traumatized attacks by Hamas has so much that they wet their bed


Write an article to talk about what is happening in Palestine to say what? to say that I support the Palestinian cause? AC is a fact, but after? I support a nation that is not even recognized as such. I support people who do not know even what it means to live in peace, a nation that sees death hit her family daily, and a Fulani who no longer fear death. I support a people who have no right even to dream and has no future. yes it's true I support, but after? what can I do? I can not do anything apart and watch this injustice to rebel. Briefly, I think all I can say on this subject has already been said many times but it did not help and it will not do anything. we need a miracle to win this war the Palestinians and they return to their country and their identity.
Special Envoy last night on TV5: Israeli children are traumatized by the attacks of Hamas has so much that they wet their bed.
This phrase goes through my mind while writing this article that say?
Is it possible to comment on such a sentence? no but is this normal? we care about the mouth that the? !
Children who wet the bed !!!!!! and children who die every day disaines is normal that? or is that the pee of a Jewish child is more important than the blood of an Arab child? ! that sentence was really shocked, it takes us for morons and we can not say anything, do anything. everyone knows that Jews have mastered the media but anyway! we try to justify a war that has killed and injured over 7000 people just because the Jewish children were scared in their beds at night? !
Really I do not know what to say, I leave you to comment on this sentence.