E OS FUMOS DO ESPÍRITO SANTO DISSIPAVAM-SE EM TÉNUES FARRAPOS HUMANOS E DO NEVOEIRO CINZENTO DA POLÍTICA NACIONAL CAIRAM RESMAS DE MESSIAS SOBRE A TERRA TORTURADA PELAS DÍVIDAS DA PLUTOCRACIA CLEPTOCRATA ....E O ESPÍRITO SANTO OLHOU PARA O SOBRINHO E DISSE....OLHA JÁ NÃO ESTAMOS EM ANGOLA......CHAMEM-ME ÁLVARO DISSOLVEU-SE NA DISTÂNCIA ...ATRÁS DO SOBRINHO NADA HAVIA E DE TODOS OS OUTROS LADOS HAVIA NADA.....NO HORIZONTE LONGÍNQUO EM QUE TODAS AS DÍVIDAS ESTARÃO PAGAS O ESCUDO SOLAR TREMULAVA QUAL RUBLO DECADENTE .....A SUPERFÍCIE DO EIXO DO MAL ERA UMA MASSA QUASE LÍQUIDA DE DESTROÇOS MENTAIS E ANALOGIAS E LOGGIAS MAÇÓNICAS QUE SE REVOLVIAM DE UM MODO EXÓTICO E QUE RECUAVAM ENQUANTO IAM AVANÇANDO NAS COSTAS DO MOURO DA ENCOSTA..COMO SAIR DESTE BURACO ECONÓMICO A QUE CHAMAM TÚNEL VAI PARA 30 ANOS ....A RESPOSTA QUE OCORRE AOS GOVERNOS À SOMBRA OU AO SOL É .....NENHUMA.....COMPARADO COM A ANTÁRTIDA O GO VER NU SOMBRA TÁ CHEIO DE MARALHAL 11.933 gostos Convida os teus amigos para gostarem desta Página PRÓS 12 MIL E EM FORZA SENÃO FICAM ATRÁS DAS ZONAS MAIS DESERTAS DO SAHARA ....NO SNS A DIABETES É A TERCEIRA NAÇÃO VIRTUAL DA TERRA ...O GOVERNO SOMBRA É MAIS O VATICANO DAS NAÇÕES VIRTUAIS DO FACEBOOK....OS LEÕES SUPORTAM OS ZOOS TAL COMO SOCRATES SUPORTA ÉVORA ....SUPORTAM-NO POR SEREM DEMASIADO INTELIGENTES OU POR SEREM .........DEMASIADO ....FEROZES E ANIMAIS ? AS PAREDES DO ZOO DE SOCRATES SÃO RUGOSAS COMO A POLITIQUEIRA QUE LHE VAI EM DEMANDA E QUASE TÃO IMPENETRÁVEIS COMO AS CONTAS SUIÇAS DO PESSOAL DO PAI DO FILHO E MESMO DO SOBRINHO....CHAMEM-LHE ÁLVARO OU O OUTRO QUE ERA TAXISTA NA SUIÇA ..

E O DELFIM QUE ERA BATISTA OU BAPTISTA VOLTOU OS CANHÕES 

E DECAPITOU JUÍZES E CORTOU O PINHAL DE DOM DINIS EM PALITOS

 COM O FOGO DA SUA METRALHA DE LETRAS MUY ESCASSAS ..

.E POR UNS MOMENTOS O SILÊNCIO VIRTUAL CAIU SOBRE OS POUCOS 

QUILÓMETROS DITOS QUADRADOS DA JANGADA PÉTREA ,,,

E ÓDESPOIS OS HOMENS VOLTARAM A DESPEDAÇAR-SE IN NOMINE SOCRATES

 O GREGO DOS ÓDIOS ANTIGOS....

LA GRAN DÉCOUVERTE LA TV POUR MORONS ET POUR LA GLOBAL MORONIZATION vi gostei muito mas já nã me lembro de nada ...sempre é melhore cus discursos do cavaco ou mesmo do costa e é certamente muy superior a ouvire sampaio durante um minuto ou isso já cai no domínio da tortura democrática do socrates esse grego mal-fadado ou escreve-se mal-fodido?

LA CHANSON DES INGÉNUES di satélites sombrios muito vazios E DOS EIXOS DO MALI SEM RODAS NEM MULAS QUE PUXEM OS EIXOS E A CARROÇA QUE PESA SOBRE OS DITOS CUJOS ...

Nous sommes les Ingénues

Aux bandeaux plats, à l'oeil bleu,

Qui vivons, presque inconnues,

Dans les romans qu'on lit peu.

Nous allons entrelacées,

Et le jour n'est pas plus pur

Que le fond de nos pensées,

Et nos rêves sont d'azur;

Et nous courons par les prés

Et rions et babillons

Des aubes jusqu'aux vesprées,

Et chassons aux papillons;

Et des chapeaux de bergères

Défendent notre fraîcheur,

Et nos robes—si légères—

Sont d'une extrême blancheur;

Les Richelieux, les Caussades

Et les chevaliers Faublas

Nous prodiguent les oeillades,

Les saluts et les «hélas!»

Mais en vain, et leurs mimiques

Se viennent casser le nez

Devant les plis ironiques

De nos jupons détournés;

Et notre candeur se raille

Des imaginations

De ces raseurs de muraille,

Bien que parfois nous sentions

Battre nos coeurs sous nos mantes

A des pensers clandestins,

En nous sachant les amantes

Futures des libertins.

FEZ SOL 8H30 TO 10 AM CHOVEU FIVE BRUTOS HISPANOS NO PARK DOIS SUNT LUSITANSOS ULSTER MY HOME PROUD AND FREE CANTA A MALTA DA UDF

NA PAREDE DE MADEIRA DA HOMELAND PROUD AND FREE

COGUMELOS CRESCEM OS MALAIOS APANHAM-NOS E COMEM-NOS

DUAS INTOXICAÇÕES E UMA MORTE POR FALÊNCIA MÚLTIPLA DE ORGÃOS

DO LADO DA ESTRADA ONDE AS OVELHAS RONCAM PARECEM HUMANOS MUY BARULHENTOS MONTES DE LÃ SEM PATAS ENOVELADAS EM GRUPO .....ALGUMAS ESTAVAM ACORDADAS EM ACTIVIDADES CULTURAIS ASSIS COMO ALGUNS CASAIS DE MACACOS NUS OU MAL DESPIDOS NO PARK KARSEY ...LOO BATHROOM TOILET CIDADE INDUSTRIAL ARRUINADA MAS COM MONTES DE CULTURA ....25TH NOVEMBER 1994 CHOVEU UMA DA MATINA FEZ SOL ÀS 6 E PICOS OU DEVE FAZER POIS HAVIA UM NEVOEIRO CULTURAL QUE NEM TE DIGO...UM DIA QUENTE E DE ALTAS TEMPERATURAS 12ºc NASCIA ....

NICHOLAS MULLAIN NICKNAME THE JACKALL IN BRIESTON 

IRA OPERATIONAL TRIED TO ESCAPE....NÃO CONSEGUIU MESMO ASSI 

OS PROVOS FIZERAM FESTA 

CHEGOU OUTRO 25 DE DEZEMBRO...1991? NA IRA LANDIA EIRE REPUBLIC 

TUDO PARA POR DEVOÇÃO AO SENHOR NO BUS AIRPLANES TAXIS 

NOTHING RUN IS A FEELING PRO CROATIA MAS POUCA VONTADE DE INTERVIR

A MAIOR PARTE NÃO ENTENDE A GUERRA

E NESSE PONTO ESTÃO COMO OS JUGOSLAVOS 

OS VELHOS DE VUKOVAR EM PATÉTICAS IMAGENS DESFILAM NA TV

IRISH TV....UM PRISIONEIRO MORTO NA CADEIA COM UMA BOMBA

3 ONÇAS DE EXPLOSIVOS IN CONDOM'S 

 ULSTER FREEDOM FIGHTERS APROXIMAM-SE DE UMA CARRINHA DUM 

RESTAURANTE CHINÊS HÁ CÁ MUITOS ....IS A TREND SÃO AS NOVAS PIZZAHUTS 

OU OS NOVOS KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN  UM CRACK ALTO

UM CATÓLICO MORTO...POR TRABALHAR PRÓS CHINESES?

DUVIDOSO

DIZEM QUE É O SEGUNDO DA FAMÍLIA A IR-SE COM UM BALÁZIO

ALGURES NO ULSTER NUM SUPERMERCADO DO SPAR 

COMER EM RESTAURANTE CHINÊS OU ENTREGAR COMIDA POR ELES

É UM EMPREGO DE RISCO PRA CATÓLICOS 

DIZEM QUE JÁ O TINHAM TENTADO MATAR ESTE ANO

FALTA TREINO Ó PESSOAL DA UFF UNS CURSOS DE FORMAÇÃO DA UNIÃO 

DAVAM JEITO

MATOU-O O IRA POR ACIDENTE DIZ UM...JÁ TINHA MORRIDO A MÃE EM 1978 

DIZ UM DA ULSTER DEFENSE FORCE UDF...

UM IRLANDÊS DO EIRE COSPE AOS PÉS DOS PROT'S 

POPE PET COSPE O DA UDF EM TROCA

ONE CENT A CHRISTMAS STORY DOWN Mr. Starr rose very early that day. The sun was not up. Yet, certainly, it was too light to strike a match. Ah, Mr. Starr, a match may be an economy! So it was that when, as always, the keys jingled out from his trousers pockets upon the floor, and the money as well, one cent rolled under the bureau unseen by Mr. Starr. He went down to his work now, after he had gathered up the rest of the money and the keys, and answered yesterday's letters. Then, of course, he could loiter over his breakfast. But not too long. Clara, his wife, was in good spirits, and the boys were very jolly, but Mr. Starr, all the same, did the duty next his hand. He "kissed her good-by," and started down-town. Edgar stopped, him to ask for fifty cents for his lunch; the postman wanted fifteen for an underpaid parcel; Susan, the maid, asked for ten for some extra milk; and then he kissed his hand to the parlor window, and was off. No! He was not off. For Clara threw up the window and waved her lily hand. Mr. Starr ran back to the door. She flung it open. "My dear John, here is your best coat. That coat you have on has a frayed button. I saw it yesterday, and I cannot bear to have you wear it at the Board." "Dear Clara, what a saint you are!" One more kiss, and Mr. Starr departed. And loyally he did the duty next his hand. He stopped and signed the sewerage petition; he looked in on poor Colt and said a cheerful word to him; he bade Woolley, the fruit man, send a barrel of Nonesuches to old Mrs. Cowen; he was on time at the Board meeting, took the chair, and they changed the constitution. He looked in at the office and told Mr. Freemantle he should be late, but that he would look at the letters when he came back, and then, ho! for East Boston! If only you knew, dear readers, that to East Boston you must go by a ferry-boat, as if it were named Greenbush, or Brooklyn, or Camden. As Mr. Starr took the street car after he had crossed the ferry, to go into the unknown parts of East Boston, he did notice that he gave the conductor his last ticket. But what of that? "End of the route" came, and he girded his loins, trudged over to the pottery he was in search of, found it at last, found the foreman and gave his orders, and then, through mud unspeakable, waded back to the street car. He was the only passenger. No wonder! The only wonder was that there was a car. "Ticket, sir," said the conductor, after half a mile. MR. STARR (SMILING). I have no ticket, but you may sell me a dollar's worth. (FEELS FOR POCKETBOOK.) Hello! I have not my pocketbook; changed my coat. CONDUCTOR (SAVAGELY). They generally has changed their coats. MR. STARR (WITH DIGNITY, OFFERING A FIVE-CENT NICKEL). There's your fare, man. CONDUCTOR. That won't do, mud-hopper. Fare's six cents. MR. STARR (WELL REMEMBERING THE CENT, WHICH IS, ALAS UNDER THE BUREAU, AND GROVELLING FOR IT IN BOTH POCKETS). I have a cent somewhere. CONDUCTOR (STOPPING CAR AND RETURNING FIVE-CENT PIECE). We've had enough of you tramps who change your coats and cannot find your pennies. You step off—and step off mighty quick.

  Mr. Starr declines; 
when they come to Maverick Square he will report the man to the superintendent, who knows him well. 
Slight scuffle. 
Mr. Starr resists.
Conductor calls driver. 
Mr. Starr is ejected. 
Coat torn badly and hat thrown into mud. 
Car departs.

UP

(MUDDY STREET IN EAST BOSTON. Mr. STARR, WIPING
HIS HAT WITH HIS HANDKERCHIEF, SOLUS.)

MR. STARR. If only Clara had not been so anxious
about the Board meeting! (EYES FIVE-CENT PIECE.)
Where can that penny be? (SEARCHES IN POCKETS, IS
SEARCHING WHEN—)
(ENTER R. H. U. E. SPAN OF WILD HORSES, SWIFTLY
DRAGGING A CARRYALL. IN THE CARRYALL TWO CHILDREN
SCREAMING. SPEED OF HORSES, 2.41.)

MR. STARR. Under the present circumstances life is worthless, or nearly so. Let me bravely throw it away!

(RUSHES UPON THE SPAN. CATCHES EACH HORSE BY THE BIT,
AND BY SHEER WEIGHT CONTROLS THEM. HORSES ON THEIR
METTLE; Mr. Starr ON HIS. ENTER, RUNNING, JOHN
CRADOCK.)

JOHN CRADOCK. Whoa, whoa! Ha! they stop. How can I thank you, my man? You have saved my children's lives.

MR. STARR (STILL HOLDING BITS). You had better take the reins.

John Cradock mounts the seat, seizes reins, but is eager to reward the poor, tattered wretch at their heads. Passes reins to right hand, and with left feels for a half eagle, which he throws, with grateful words, to Mr. Starr. Mr. Starr leaves the plunging horses, and they rush toward Prescott Street. (EXEUNT JOHN CRADOCK, HORSES AND CHILDREN.)

Half amused, half ashamed, Mr. Starr picks up the coin, which he also supposes to be half an eagle.

It proves to be a bright penny, just from the mint.

Mr. Starr lays it with delight upon the five-cent
nickel.
(ENTER A STREET CAR, L. H. L. E. Mr. STARR WAVES
HIS HAND WITH DIGNITY, AND ENTERS CAR. PAYS HIS FARE,
SIX CENTS, AS HE PASSES CONDUCTOR.)

In fifteen minutes they are at Maverick Square. Mr. Starr stops the car at the office of Siemens & Bessemer, and enters. Meets his friend Fothergill.

FOTHERGILL. Bless me, Starr, you are covered with mud! Pottery, eh? Runaway horse, eh? No matter; we are just in time to see Wendell off. William, take Mr. Starr's hat to be pressed. Put on this light overcoat, Starr. Here is my tweed cap. Now, jump in, and we will go to the "Samaria" to bid Wendell good-by.

And indeed they both found Wendell. Mr. Starr bade him good-by, and advised him a little about the man be was to see in Dresden. He met Herr Birnebaum, and talked with him a little about the chemistry of enamels. Oddly enough, Fonseca was there, the attache, the same whom Clara had taken to drive at Bethlehem. Mr. Starr talked a little Spanish with him. Then they were all rung onshore.

TABLEAU: DEPARTING STEAMER. CROWD WAVES HANDKERCHIEFS.

SCENE III CHRISTMAS—THE END

At Mr. Starr's Christmas dinner, beside their cousins from Harvard College and their second cousins from Wellesley College and their third cousins from Bradford Academy, they had young Clifford, the head book-keeper. As he came in, joining the party on their way home from church, he showed Mr. Starr a large parcel.

"It's the `Alaska's' mail, and I thought you might like to see it."

"Ah, well!" said Mr. Starr, "it is Christmas, and I think the letters can wait, at least till after dinner."

And a jolly dinner it was. Turkey for those who wished, and goose for those who chose goose. And when the Washington pie and the Marlborough pudding came, the squash, the mince, the cranberry-tart, and the blazing plum-pudding, then the children were put through their genealogical catechism.

"Will, who is your mother's father's mother's father?"

"Lucy Pico, sir!" and then great shouting. Then was it that Mr. Starr told the story which the reader has read in scene one,—of the perils which may come when a man has not a penny. He did not speak hastily, nor cast reproach on Clara for her care of the button. Over that part of the story he threw a cautious veil. But to boys and girls he pointed a terrible lesson of the value of one penny.

"How dangerous, papa, to drop it into a box for the heathen!"

But little Tom found this talk tiresome, and asked leave to slip away, teasing Clifford as he went about some postage-stamps Clifford had promised him.

"Go bring the parcel I left on the hall table, and your papa will give you some Spanish stamps."

So the boy brought the mail.

"What in the world is this?" cried Mr. Starr, as he cut open the great envelope; and more and more amazed he was as he ran down the lines:—

"`Much Esteemed and Respected Senor, Don JOHN STARR,
Knight of the Order of the Golden Fleece:

"`SENOR,—It is with true yet inexpressible satisfaction that I write this private note, that I may be the first of your friends in Madrid to say to you that the order for your creation as a Knight Companion of the much esteemed and truly venerable Order of the Golden Fleece passed the seals of the Chancellerie yesterday. His Majesty is pleased to say that your views on the pacification of Porto Rico coincide precisely with his own; that the hands of the government will be strengthened as with the force of giants when he communicates them to the very excellent and much honored governor of the island, and that, as a mark of his confidence, he has the pleasure of sending to you the cordon of the order, and of asking your acceptance.'

"My dear Lady Dulcinea del Toboso, that is what came to you when that Cradock man threw a cent into the mud for me."

"But, papa, what are the other letters?"

"Oh, yes, what are they? Here is English; it's from
Wendell. H'm—h'm—h'm. Shortpassage. Worcestershire—
h'm—Wedgewood—h'm—Staffordshire—h'm. Why, Clara,
George, listen:

"`I suppose you will not be surprised when I say that your suggestion made on the deck of the `Samaria,' as to oxalate of strontium, was received with surprise by Herr Fernow and Herr Klee. But such is the respect in which suggestions from America are now held, that they ordered a trial at once in the Royal kilns, the result of which are memoranda A and B, enclosed. They are so much delighted with these results that they have formed a syndicate with the Winkels, of Potsdam, and the Schonhoffs, of Berlin, to undertake the manufacture in Germany; and I am instructed to ask you whether you will accept a round sum, say 150,000 marks, for the German patent, or join them, say as a partner, with twenty per cent of stock in their adventure.'

"I think so," said Mr. Starr. "That is what the bright penny comes to at compound interest. Let us try Birnebaum's letter."

"`GOTTFRIEED BIRNEBAUM to JOHN STARR:

"`MY HONORED SIR,—I am at a loss to express to you the satisfaction with which I write. The eminently practical suggestions which you made to me so kindly and freely, as we parted, have, indeed, also proved themselves undoubtedly to be of even the first import. It has to me been also, indeed, of the very first pleasure to communicate them, as I said indeed, to the first director in charge at the works at Sevres, as I passed through Paris, and now yet again, with equal precision also and readiness, to the Herr first fabricant at Dresden. Your statement regarding the action of the oxides of gold, in combination with the tungstate of bdellium, has more than in practice verified itself. I am requested by the authorities at Dresden to ask the acceptance, by your accomplished and highly respected lady, of a dinner-set of their recent manufacture, in token small of their appreciation, renewed daily, of your contribution so valuable to the resources of tint and color in their rooms of design; and M. Foudroyant, of Sevres, tells me also, by telegraph of to-day, that to the same much esteemed and highly distinguished lady he has shipped by the `San Laurent' a tea-service, made to the order of the Empress of China, and delayed only by the untoward state of hostilities, greatly to be regretted, on the Annamite frontier.'"

Mr. Starr read this long-winded letter with astonishment.

"Well, Dulcinea, you will be able to give a dinner- party to the King of Spain when he comes to visit you at Toboso.

"So much for Brother Cradock's penny."

"Dear John, till I die I will never be afraid to call you back when your buttons are tattered."

"And for me," said little Jack, "I will go now and look under the bureau for the lost cent, and will have it for my own.

XIV - SELECÇÃO DE INDIVÍDUOS DA GAMA DOS GENETICAMENTE SUPERIORES E DE ACRESCIDO VALOR ECONÓMICO Homo ecunomicus gamensis DE GRANDE POTENCIAL OU MESMO COM CIALIS SELECCIONADOS PARA DIFERENTES AMBIENTES EDAFO-CLIMÁTICOS PELO LIVRA-TE

PRODUÇÃO DE GARFOS E CULTURA DE TECIDOS

ESTUFAS HERMÉTICAS E SELADAS COM SISTEMAS DE RECICLAGEM DE GAMAS

TODO O GAMA É ÁGUA ....E DIÓXIDO DE CARBONO

A ESTRUTURA DAS CADEIAS ALIMENTARES OU A LAMENTAR POLÍTICAS É GERALMENTE REGULADA POR RELAÇÕES DE FODILHANÇO LIGADAS AO TAMANHO DO GRUPO POLÍTICO OU MESMO DO CORPO POLÍTICO ...OS MAIS PEQUENOS SÃO COMIDOS PELOS DE MAIORES DIMENSÕES E AS PRESAS TÊM DE SER MAIS PROLÍFICAS PARA SUPORTAR A CARGA DA PREDAÇÃO POLÍTICA E OUTRAS CAUSAS DE MORTE ...BRUTALIDADE POLICIAL ETC...ADAPTAÇÃO DO ANIMAL POLÍTICO ORGANISMOS ADQUIREM CARACTERÍSTICAS QUE MANTÊM OU AUMENTAM A SUA PROBABILIDADE DE SOBREVIVÊNCIA E DE REPRODUÇÃO NUM ECOSSISTEMA ESTALINISTA O PRETO E O VERMELHO CAEM SEMPRE BEM..O GENÓTIPO COMUNISTA DETERMINA UMA EXTREMA OU LARGA PLASTICIDADE DO FENÓTIPO ...MAIOR ESPESSURA DA CORNADURA MALUCOS SPORTINGUISTAS DALTÓNICUS E CARECAS INDA POR CIMA NO CASO D'ELAS POR BAIXO....ENFIM O FACE NA BOCA TEM DESTAS COUSAS

 

 

 

 

 

 

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num ANIMAL DE COMPORTAMENTO RÍGIDO A SELECÇÃO NATURAL ACTUA DO EXTERIOR SENDO O ANIMAL POLÍTICO PASSIVO COMPULSIVO VULGUS P.C.P PASSIVE COMPULSIVE POLITICAL TYPES DA GAMMA OBVIAMENTE TEM INFLUÊNCIA SOBRE A REPRODUÇÃO.....BASTA VER A FOTO..

Oneiro-Criticism, or the art of interpreting dreams, is a relic of the most remote ages, which has subsisted through all the changes that moral or physical revolutions have operated in the world. The records of five thousand years bear abundant testimony to the universal diffusion of the belief, that the skilful could read the future in dreams. The rules of the art, if any existed in ancient times, are not known; but in our day, one simple rule opens the whole secret. Dreams, say all the wiseacres in Christendom, are to be interpreted by contraries. Thus, if you dream of filth, you will acquire something valuable; if you dream of the dead, you will hear news of the living; if you dream of gold and silver, you run a risk of being without either; and if you dream you have many friends, you will be persecuted by many enemies. The rule, however, does not hold good in all cases. It is fortunate to dream of little pigs, but unfortunate to dream of big bullocks. If you dream you have lost a tooth, you may be sure that you will shortly lose a friend; and if you dream that your house is on fire, you will receive news from a far country. If you dream of vermin, it is a sign that there will be sickness in your family; and if you dream of serpents, you will have friends who, in the course of time, will prove your bitterest enemies; but, of all dreams, it is most fortunate if you dream that you are wallowing up to your neck in mud and mire. Clear water is a sign of grief; and great troubles, distress, and perplexity are predicted, if you dream that you stand naked in the public streets, and know not where to find a garment to shield you from the gaze of the multitude. In many parts of Great Britain, and the continents of Europe and America, there are to be found elderly women in the villages and country-places whose interpretations of dreams are looked upon with as much reverence as if they were oracles. In districts remote from towns it is not uncommon to find the members of a family regularly every morning narrating their dreams at the breakfast-table, and becoming happy or miserable for the day according to their interpretation. There is not a flower that blossoms, or fruit that ripens, that, dreamed of, is not ominous of either good or evil to such people. Every tree of the field or the forest is endowed with a similar influence over the fate of mortals, if seen in the night-visions. To dream of the ash, is the sign of a long journey; and of an oak, prognosticates long life and prosperity. To dream you stript the bark off any tree, is a sign to a maiden of an approaching loss of a character; to a married woman, of a family bereavement; and to a man, of an accession of fortune. To dream of a leafless tree, is a sign of great sorrow; and of a branchless trunk, a sign of despair and suicide. The elder-tree is more auspicious to the sleeper; while the fir-tree, better still, betokens all manner of comfort and prosperity. The lime-tree predicts a voyage across the ocean; while the yew and the alder are ominous of sickness to the young and of death to the old.62 Among the flowers and fruits charged with messages for the future, the following is a list of the most important, arranged from approved sources, in alphabetical order: Asparagus, gathered and tied up in bundles, is an omen of tears. If you see it growing in your dreams, it is a sign of good fortune. Aloes, without a flower, betokens long life; in flower, betokens a legacy. Artichokes. This vegetable is a sign that you will receive, in a short time, a favour from the hands of those from whom you would least expect it. Agrimony. This herb denotes that there will be sickness in your house. Anemone predicts love. Auriculas, in beds, denote luck; in pots, marriage; while to gather them, foretells widowhood. Bilberries predict a pleasant excursion. Broom-flowers an increase of family. Cauliflowers predict that all your friends will slight you, or that you will fall into poverty and find no one to pity you. Dock-leaves, a present from the country. Daffodils. Any maiden who dreams of daffodils is warned by her good angel to avoid going into a wood with her lover, or into any dark or retired place where she might not be able to make people hear her if she cried out. Alas for her if she pay no attention to the warning! “Never again shall she put garland on; Instead of it she’ll wear sad cypress now, And bitter elder broken from the bough.” Figs, if green, betoken embarrassment; if dried, money to the poor, and mirth to the rich. Hearts-ease betokens heart’s pain. Lilies predict joy; water-lilies, danger from the sea. Lemons betoken a separation. Pomegranates predict happy wedlock to those who are single, and reconciliation to those who are married and have disagreed. Quinces prognosticate pleasant company. Roses denote happy love, not unmixed with sorrow from other sources. Sorrel. To dream of this herb is a sign that you will shortly have occasion to exert all your prudence to overcome some great calamity. Sunflowers shew that your pride will be deeply wounded. Violets predict evil to the single, and joy to the married. Yellow-flowers of any kind predict jealousy. Yew-berries predict loss of character to both sexes. It should be observed that the rules for the interpretation of dreams are far from being universal. The cheeks of the peasant girl of England glow with pleasure in the morning after she has dreamed of a rose, while the paysanne of Normandy dreads disappointment and vexation for the very same reason. The Switzer who dreams of an oak-tree does not share in the Englishman’s joy; for he imagines that the vision was a warning to him that, from some trifling cause, an overwhelming calamity will burst over him. Thus do the ignorant and the credulous torment themselves; thus do they spread their nets to catch vexation, and pass their lives between hopes which are of no value and fears which are a positive evil. Omens. Among the other means of self-annoyance upon which men have stumbled, in their vain hope of discovering the future, signs and omens hold a conspicuous place. There is scarcely an occurrence in nature which, happening at a certain time, is not looked upon by some persons as a prognosticator either of good or evil. The latter are in the greatest number, so much more ingenious are we in tormenting ourselves than in discovering reasons for enjoyment in the things that surround us. We go out of our course to make ourselves uncomfortable; the cup of life is not bitter enough to our palate, and we distil superfluous poison to put into it, or conjure up hideous things to frighten ourselves at, which would never exist if we did not make them. “We suffer,” says Addison,63 “as much from trifling accidents as from real evils. I have known the shooting of a star spoil a night’s rest, and have seen a man in love grow pale and lose his appetite upon the plucking of a merrythought. A screech-owl at midnight has alarmed a family more than a band of robbers; nay, the voice of a cricket has struck more terror than the roaring of a lion. There is nothing so inconsiderable which may not appear dreadful to an imagination that is filled with omens and prognostics. A rusty nail or a crooked pin shoot up into prodigies.” The century and a quarter that has passed away since Addison wrote has seen the fall of many errors. Many fallacies and delusions have been crushed under the foot of Time since then; but this has been left unscathed, to frighten the weak-minded and embitter their existence. A belief in omens is not confined to the humble and uninformed. A general who led an army with credit has been known to feel alarmed at a winding-sheet in the candle; and learned men, who had honourably and fairly earned the highest honours of literature, have been seen to gather their little ones around them, and fear that one would be snatched away, because, “When stole upon the time the dead of night, And heavy sleep had closed up mortal eyes,” a dog in the street was howling at the moon. Persons who would acknowledge freely that the belief in omens was unworthy of a man of sense, have yet confessed at the same time that, in spite of their reason, they have been unable to conquer their fears of death when they heard the harmless insect called the death-watch ticking in the wall, or saw an oblong hollow coal fly out of the fire. Many other evil omens besides those mentioned above alarm the vulgar and the weak. If a sudden shivering comes over such people, they believe that, at that instant, an enemy is treading over the spot that will one day be their grave. If they meet a sow when they first walk abroad in the morning, it is an omen of evil for that day. To meet an ass, is in like manner unlucky. It is also very unfortunate to walk under a ladder; to forget to eat goose on the festival of St. Michael; to tread upon a beetle, or to eat the twin nuts that are sometimes found in one shell. Woe, in like manner, is predicted to that wight who inadvertently upsets the salt; each grain that is overthrown will bring to him a day of sorrow. If thirteen persons sit at table, one of them will die within the year; and all of them will be unhappy. Of all evil omens this is the worst. The facetious Dr. Kitchener used to observe that there was one case in which he believed that it was really unlucky for thirteen persons to sit down to dinner, and that was when there was only dinner enough for twelve. Unfortunately for their peace of mind, the great majority of people do not take this wise view of the matter. In almost every country of Europe the same superstition prevails, and some carry it so far as to look upon the number thirteen as in every way ominous of evil; and if they find thirteen coins in their purse, cast away the odd one like a polluted thing. The philosophic Beranger, in his exquisite song, Thirteen at Table, has taken a poetical view of this humiliating superstition, and mingled, as is his wont, a lesson of genuine wisdom in his lay. Being at dinner, he overthrows the salt, and, looking round the room, discovers that he is the thirteenth guest. While he is mourning his unhappy fate, and conjuring up visions of disease and suffering and the grave, he is suddenly startled by the apparition of Death herself, not in the shape of a grim foe, with skeleton-ribs and menacing dart, but of an angel of light, who shews the folly of tormenting ourselves with the dread of her approach, when she is the friend, rather than the enemy, of man, and frees us from the fetters which bind us to the dust. If men could bring themselves to look upon death in this manner, living well and wisely till her inevitable approach, how vast a store of grief and vexation would they spare themselves! Among good omens, one of the most conspicuous is to meet a piebald horse. To meet two of these animals is still more fortunate; and if on such an occasion you spit thrice, and form any reasonable wish, it will be gratified within three days. It is also a sign of good fortune if you inadvertently put on your stocking wrong side out. If you wilfully wear your stocking in this fashion, no good will come of it. It is very lucky to sneeze twice; but if you sneeze a third time, the omen loses its power, and your good fortune will be nipped in the bud. If a strange dog follow you, and fawn on you, and wish to attach itself to you, it is a sign of very great prosperity. Just as fortunate is it if a strange male cat comes to your house and manifests friendly intentions towards your family. If a she cat, it is an omen, on the contrary, of very great misfortune. If a swarm of bees alight in your garden, some very high honour and great joys await you. Besides these glimpses of the future, you may know something of your fate by a diligent attention to every itching that you may feel in your body. Thus, if the eye or the nose itches, it is a sign you will be shortly vexed; if the foot itches, you will tread upon strange ground; and if the elbow itches, you will change your bedfellow. Itching of the right hand prognosticates that you will soon have a sum of money; and, of the left, that you will be called upon to disburse it. These are but a few of the omens which are generally credited in modern Europe. A complete list of them would fatigue from its length, and sicken from its absurdity. It would be still more unprofitable to attempt to specify the various delusions of the same kind which are believed among oriental nations. Every reader will remember the comprehensive formula of cursing preserved in Tristram Shandy—curse a man after any fashion you remember or can invent, you will be sure to find it there. The oriental creed of omens is not less comprehensive. Every movement of the body, every emotion of the mind, is at certain times an omen. Every form and object in nature, even the shape of the clouds and the changes of the weather; every colour, every sound, whether of men or animals, or birds or insects, or inanimate things, is an omen. Nothing is too trifling or inconsiderable to inspire a hope which is not worth cherishing, or a fear which is sufficient to embitter existence. From the belief in omens springs the superstition that has, from very early ages, set apart certain days, as more favourable than others, for prying into the secrets of futurity. The following, copied verbatim from the popular Dream and Omen Book of Mother Bridget, will shew the belief of the people of England at the present day. Those who are curious as to the ancient history of these observances, will find abundant aliment in the Every-day Book. “The 1st of January.—If a young maiden drink, on going to bed, a pint of cold spring water, in which is beat up an amulet, composed of the yolk of a pullet’s egg, the legs of a spider, and the skin of an eel pounded, her future destiny will be revealed to her in a dream. This charm fails of its effect if tried any other day of the year. “Valentine Day.—Let a single woman go out of her own door very early in the morning, and if the first person she meets be a woman, she will not be married that year; if she meet a man she will be married within three months. “Lady Day.—The following charm may be tried this day with certain success: String thirty-one nuts on a string, composed of red worsted mixed with blue silk, and tie it round your neck on going to bed, repeating these lines: “Oh, I wish! oh, I wish to see Who my true love is to be! Shortly after midnight, you will see your lover in a dream, and be informed at the same time of all the principal events of your future life. “St. Swithin’s Eve.—Select three things you most wish to know; write them down with a new pen and red ink on a sheet of fine wove paper, from which you must previously cut off all the corners and burn them. Fold the paper into a true lover’s knot, and wrap round it three hairs from your head. Place the paper under your pillow for three successive nights, and your curiosity to know the future will be satisfied. “St. Mark’s Eve.—Repair to the nearest churchyard as the clock strikes twelve, and take from a grave on the south side of the church three tufts of grass (the longer and ranker the better), and on going to bed place them under your pillow, repeating earnestly three several times, ‘The Eve of St. Mark by prediction is blest, Set therefore my hopes and my fears all to rest: Let me know my fate, whether weal or woe; Whether my rank’s to be high or low; Whether to live single, or be a bride, And the destiny my star doth provide.’ Should you have no dream that night, you will be single and miserable all your life. If you dream of thunder and lightning, your life will be one of great difficulty and sorrow. “Candlemas Eve.—On this night (which is the purification of the Virgin Mary), let three, five, seven, or nine young maidens assemble together in a square chamber. Hang in each corner a bundle of sweet herbs, mixed with rue and rosemary. Then mix a cake of flour, olive-oil, and white sugar; every maiden having an equal share in the making and the expense of it. Afterwards it must be cut into equal pieces, each one marking the piece as she cuts it with the initials of her name. It is then to be baked one hour before the fire, not a word being spoken the whole time, and the maidens sitting with their arms and knees across. Each piece of cake is then to be wrapped up in a sheet of paper, on which each maiden shall write the love part of Solomon’s Songs. If she put this under her pillow she will dream true. She will see her future husband and every one of her children, and will know besides whether her family will be poor or prosperous, a comfort to her or the contrary. “Midsummer.—Take three roses, smoke them with sulphur, and exactly at three in the day bury one of the roses under a yew-tree; the second in a newly-made grave, and put the third under your pillow for three nights, and at the end of that period burn it in a fire of charcoal. Your dreams during that time will be prophetic of your future destiny, and, what is still more curious and valuable, says Mother Bridget, the man whom you are to wed will enjoy no peace till he comes and visits you. Besides this, you will perpetually haunt his dreams. “St. John’s Eve.—Make a new pincushion of the very best black velvet (no inferior quality will answer the purpose), and on one side stick your name at full length with the very smallest pins that can be bought (none other will do). On the other side make a cross with some very large pins, and surround it with a circle. Put this into your stocking when you take it off at night, and hang it up at the foot of the bed. All your future life will pass before you in a dream. “First New Moon of the year.—On the first new moon in the year take a pint of clear spring water, and infuse into it the white of an egg laid by a white hen, a glass of white wine, three almonds peeled white, and a tablespoonful of white rose-water. Drink this on going to bed, not making more nor less than three draughts of it; repeating the following verses three several times in a clear distinct voice, but not so loud as to be overheard by any body: ‘If I dream of water pure Before the coming morn, ’Tis a sign I shall be poor, And unto wealth not born. If I dream of tasting beer, Middling then will be my cheer— Chequer’d with the good and bad, Sometimes joyful, sometimes sad; But should I dream of drinking wine, Wealth and pleasure will be mine. The stronger the drink, the better the cheer— Dreams of my destiny, appear, appear!’ “Twenty-ninth of February.—This day, as it only occurs once in four years, is peculiarly auspicious to those who desire to have a glance at futurity, especially to young maidens burning with anxiety to know the appearance and complexion of their future lords. The charm to be adopted is the following: Stick twenty-seven of the smallest pins that are made, three by three, into a tallow candle. Light it up at the wrong end, and then place it in a candlestick made out of clay, which must be drawn from a virgin’s grave. Place this on the chimney-place, in the left-hand corner, exactly as the clock strikes twelve, and go to bed immediately. When the candle is burnt out, take the pins and put them into your left shoe; and before nine nights have elapsed your fate will be revealed to you.” We have now taken a hasty review of the various modes of seeking to discover the future, especially as practised in modern times. The main features of the folly appear essentially the same in all countries. National character and peculiarities operate some difference of interpretation. The mountaineer makes the natural phenomena which he most frequently witnesses prognosticative of the future. The dweller in the plains, in a similar manner, seeks to know his fate among the signs of the things that surround him, and tints his superstition with the hues of his own clime. The same spirit animates them all—the same desire to know that which Infinite Mercy has concealed. There is but little probability that the curiosity of mankind in this respect will ever be wholly eradicated. Death and ill fortune are continual bugbears to the weak-minded, the irreligious, and the ignorant; and while such exist in the world, divines will preach upon its impiety and philosophers discourse upon its absurdity in vain. Still it is evident that these follies have greatly diminished. Soothsayers and prophets have lost the credit they formerly enjoyed, and skulk in secret now where they once shewed their faces in the blaze of day.

The following list of the various species of divination formerly in use, is given by Gaule in his Magastromancer, and quoted in Hone’s Year-Book, p. 1517.

• Stereomancy, or divining by the elements.
• Aeromancy, or divining by the air.
• Pyromancy, by fire,
• Hydromancy, by water.
• Geomancy, by earth.
• Theomancy, pretending to divine by the revelation of the Spirit, and by the Scriptures, or word of God.
• Demonomancy, by the aid of devils and evil spirits.
• Idolomancy, by idols, images, and figures.
• Psychomancy, by the soul, affections, or dispositions of men.
• Anthropomancy, by the entrails of human beings.
• Theriomancy, by beasts.
• Ornithomancy, by birds.
• Ichthyomancy, by fishes.
• Botanomancy, by herbs.
• Lithomancy, by stones.
• Kleromancy, by lots.
• Oneiromancy, by dreams.
• Onomancy, by names.
• Arithmancy, by numbers.
• Logarithmancy, by logarithms.
• Sternomancy, by the marks from the breast to the belly.
• Gastromancy, by the sound of, or marks upon the belly.
• Omphalomancy, by the navel.
• Chiromancy, by the hands.
• Podomancy, by the feet.
• Onchyomancy, by the nails.
• Cephaleonomancy, by asses’ heads.
• Tephromancy, by ashes.
• Kapnomancy, by smoke.
• Knissomancy, by the burning of incense.
• Ceromancy, by the melting of wax.
• Lecanomancy, by basins of water.
• Katoptromancy, by looking-glasses.
• Chartomancy, by writing in papers, and by Valentines.
• Macharomancy, by knives and swords.
• Crystallomancy, by crystals.
• Dactylomancy, by rings.
• Koskinomancy, by sieves.
• Axinomancy, by saws.
• Chalcomancy, by vessels of brass, or other metal.
• Spatilomancy, by skins, bones, &c.
• Astromancy, by stars.
• Sciomancy, by shadows.
• Astragalomancy, by dice.
• Oinomancy, by the lees of wine.
• Sycomancy, by figs.
• Tyromancy, by cheese.
• Alphitomancy, by meal, flour, or bran.
• Krithomancy, by corn or grain.
• Alectromancy, by cocks.
• Gyromancy, by circles.
• Lampadomancy, by candles and lamps.

ASSEGURA-SE QUE PELO SEGURO É MELHOR NÃO DEIXAR ENTRAR CIGANOS OU JUDEUS NO LARGO DO RATO ....SE BEM QUE A SINAGOGA DE LISBOA FIQUE MESMO ALI AO LADO ...POR SEGURO NÃO SE ASSEGURA QUE SEGURO SEJA O NOVO HISTER QUE CONQUISTARÁ A EUROPA MAS PELO SEGURO A GENTE DECLARA JÁ QUE VOTA NO NOVO SEGURO DE VIDA ....VIVA SEGURO VIVA ...MORRA O MOURO ...MORRA ...PIM OU PIN OU MESMO PIMPINHA

Seguro e o fim do III Reich

• José Borges
• 02.06.14

Reconhecendo que o ponto de partida possa parecer falacioso por aparentar representar uma redução hitlariana, a verdade é que a acção de um homem com poder que vê o seu mundo ruir pelo princípio democrático da discussão, é tão perigosa quanto destrutiva. 
Se Hitler ameaçava levar o mundo todo com ele para o abismo caso a Alemanha tombasse, assim parece agir António José Seguro do seu ninho de águia, lugar supremo da abstração e da desrazão. O Partido Socialista, pilar fundamental da manutenção e aprofundamento da democracia no nosso país, encontra-se hoje nas garras de um homem perdido. Misto de Cavaleiro da Triste Figura, rodeado dos seus Sanchos Panças, qual D. Quixote a lutar contra moinhos de vento, e de autoritária índole a preferir um Partido na Clandestinidade três vezes bloqueado. Agindo em nome do que o cidadão espera de uma política renovada, fecha os olhos ao mais elementar dos factos: o país está com António Costa e exige-o.
 E exige-o não porque, ao contrário do que João Soares afirmou, tenhamos em nós a esperança sebastianista mas porque ainda somos autónomos para decidir quem, de entre nós, ser perfila o melhor para servir a República.

NÃO NÃO SOMOS MACACOS OS MACACOS TÊM MAIS DIVERSIDADE GENÉTICA E ALGUNS DEVEM ESCAPAR À EXTINÇÃO JÁ O RESTO DOS PRIMATAS É DUVIDOSO....

PRIMATAS ARE US

MACACOS SUNT ELLES

E O PRÉMIO DO PRIMATA EM VIAS DE EXTINÇÃO VAI PARA......

E O PESSOAL BEM NASCIDO QUESTIONA DEVEM-SE VACINAR OS PUTOS CONTRA AS FACADAS ECONÓMICAS OU É MELHOR VACINÁ-LOS CONTRA A MORTE SÚBITA HÁ VACINA CONTRA O DESEMPREGO ISSO DAVA UM JEITÃO AOS PUTOS

VACINAR CONTRA O CONSUMO

OU VACINAR CONTRA A POUPANÇA

TEM GERALMENTE MAUS RESULTADOS

O ESSENCIAL É NÃO SER EXTREMISTA

VACINAR MAS CONHECENDO A COMPOSIÇÃO DA VACINA

E OS INACTIVANTES UTILIZADOS

SE O INACTIVANTE É REAGANÓMICO O PUTO ATÉ PODE CHEGAR A SER O NOVO DINO

DOS MORANGOS COM AÇÚCAR

SE O INACTIVANTE É BUSHÍMICO O PUTO SAI ATRASADO MENTAL DE CERTEZA

VACINAR CONTRA DÉFICITES MENTAIS

EVITA PRESSÕES EXCESSIVAS NOS PREÇOS DOS PUTOS

E OBVIAMENTE NAS TAXAS DE JURO ASSOCIADAS À ENGORDA DOS BICHOS

VACINA CONTRA AS DÍVIDAS TAMBÉM É POSITIVA

VACINA CONTRA A TENDENCIAL SOBREVALORIZAÇÃO DO CARÁCTER É ESSENCIAL

VACINA CONTRA A TÓNICA DITA LIBERALIZADORA? CLARO

VACINA CONTRA A INSURREIÇÃO GENERALIZADA ? DAVA JEITO

VACINA CONTRA A SOCIEDADE ASSOCIAL? AINDA NÃO HÁ

VACINA CONTRA O VAZIO INTELECTUAL NA INTERNETA? É UM MITO

BETTER TO BE A BOT OR A BOBOT OF WORD'S OR UM BORBOTO DE LETRAS - AS REDES SOCIAES INCENDEIAM-SE NESTA PRIMAVERA FRIA QUE SE SEGUE AO INVERNO QUENTE COMO O CARVALHO - AGUENTA-TE CARVALHO POR AMOR A MARX EN MARCHE NOS IDOS DE MARCH QUE JÁ FORAM POIS MARZO ESTÁ NO FIM - AGUENTA-TE CARVALHO AGUENTA-TE FILHA QUE O FIM ESTÁ PRÓXIMO - O FIM DE QUÊ? O FIM DO MÊS ACHO EU SE BEM QUE O PAÍS TEM MEDO DE EXISTIR E SE CALHAR UM DIA ALEVANTO-ME CARVALHO E CARVALHO O PAÍS TÁ NEM ALI CARVALHO POR AMOR A TI CARVALHO NUM FAÇAS UMA DESSAS CARVALHO

o TPC do menine tem a 25.03.2014 às 21:41

eurros vários

No domingo, qual domingo identificar o domenica in ill continuum ou continua ou contínuo (que é diverso de zelador ou de síndico ) espaço temporal vide contínuo espaço-temporal und multiverse theory

Manuel ?Caralho mas quem é este gajo agente só conhece o nome d'alguns políticos pôrra (leva accento mas também se pode optar por deixare o oh careca) regressou ? mas regressou vindo d'onde?

ao tema do manifesto dos 74, onde até parece ter assinado um aluno de direito segundo um feithor do manifesto
o que dá sobremaneira uma emigração fenomenal de economistas deste paiz ou quiçá serem todos analfas e nã conseguirem ass inalar o doc jumento nem de cruz

o que tendo em conta os jornalistas de estalo do diário de notícias é capaz de ser o segundo caso

como dizia Agostinho de Campos em 1905 vou tentar melhorar as bases do ensino, mas num país onde os letrados são mais brutos que os brutos dos ilethrados está tudo ditto

bom atacar “com violência” é geralmente melhor do que atacar sem ella principalmente para quem ataca e se arrisca a levar nas fuças ou peor nas partes mais baixas do tal manel ou muy peor no viegas mesmo

bom o muy peor é um juízo de valor pois ahi quem goste segundo dizem e segundo o youtube swiss made com gente muy pobrezinha que anda sempre com falta de roupa ou com cuecas muy curtinhas
nã é a suiça qu'eu m'alembro caté gelava o carvalho du manel mas en fin c'est l'esquentamento global dus cahier's du camus

é a publicidade cus alfarrabistas andam na miséria desde cu zé mangalhães deixou de decorar os gabinetes ministeriais e taes

e “quase com intolerância democrática” ......quase com logo se fosse com intolerância mesmo seria a murro e a pontapé como no parlamento da ucrânia? a tiro como nas cortes? à bengalada como nos tempos do Lázaro Cônsul à bulha com o pato
Nã o octávio pato nã qu'esse emborcava no tintol desde os tempos de regente agrícola bom typo e inté escreveu um livre pra dare de comer a 1 milhão de portugueses
Livraria Francisco Franco acho ou se calhar nã a última vez que lá passei só lá havia pakis

uma proposta (AFINAL É MAN INFESTO OU PRÓ POSTA? ADECIDAM-SE que pretendia fugir ? OU FUGIU MESMO? ao “alinhamento pachorrento”? E ALINHAM PACHORRENTAMENTE?

NA É A TROPA QUEU M'ALEMBRO
pachorrentamente desalinhávamos e nem sequer havia muitos alentejanos

tirando o sargento qu'era alemptejano si señor e cantava fado e tinha uma bigodaça doravante referida como bigodaça do carvalho


de um país que, segundo ele, (elle quem? já me vou perdendo nisto e ainda nem sai do mesmo lugar....bom por acaso sai aí uns minutos pra trocar de fraldas e limpar o cu ó diário de notícias mas tirando isso sai mas saí poko

se pusesse sai era sai da minha vida daí o saí para acentuar em vez de dahi pois dai-katana é japonês e só o wenceslau das moraes metia o carvalho nisso enfim continuando o país ou o paiz ou o silva pais“tem medo de existir”, logo faz seppuku erradamente denominado hara-kiri ó siri e tinhamos o caso resolvido

vou jantare que a redacção é longa tá
Ele não quero tornar-se monotemático em relação ao manifesto dos 74, mas com um carvalho ó othelo parece qu'isto foi cu-adoptado e já num entregam o puto de volta

e logo cu-adoptare 74 com a filharada que já tem em casa

pobre homme

dai cualquer cousinha qu'eu nã poço

A HISTERIA REPETE-SE SEMPRE NA VELHARIA DO RESTELO JÁ A HISTÓRIA NUNCA SE REPETE É UM FACTO HISTERICAMENTE CONHECIDO EXCEPTO POR ABORTOS ILETRADOS QUE NUNCA LERAM SENÃO HISTÓRIAS ILUSTRADAS...

A HisTERIA Repete-se. Mas Cada Vez Pior....O BUIÇA FUNCCIONÁRIO PÚBLICO QUEIXA-SE DA POBREZA DA SUA VIDA E METE UNS BALÁZIOS NO FUNCCIONÁRIO HEREDITÁRIO DE NOMINE CARLOS PRIMEIRO E ÚLTIMO

Hoje não produzi nada para este espaço.....HÁBITOS DE VELHO FUNCCIONÁRIO ORDINÁRIO CUSTAM A MORRER MESMO EM ESPAÇOS INEXISTENTES

  transcrever PARA UM FUNCCIONÁRIO NÃO É PRODUÇÃO É REPRODUÇÃO VEM NO MANUAL DO BOM FUNCCIONÁRIO a introdução à obra “O Funcionalismo”, escrita em 1869 por A de Oliveira Pires (há quase 150 anos) que apenas coloquei em português atual. Se tiverem oportunidade leiam a obra porque é de uma atualidade atroz.

A falsa ideia de que o FunCcionalismo DE UNS MEROS 40 MIL FUNCCIONÁRIOS MAL PAGOS A UNS 1200 RÉIS POR MÊS OU COM SORTE UNS 3000 RÉIS POR MÊS E UNS 6000 DE TOPO A 300 MIL RÉIS OU A CONTO DE RÉIS SE É TRANSCRIÇÃO FALTA UM C Público concorreu para a situação deplorável da Fazenda Pública, por ter absorvido por muitos anos, grande parte das rendas do Estado, levantou no país um antagonismo de classes que em circunstâncias menos pacíficas do que as que vamos atravessando, poderia trazer consigo bem graves consequências.

Uma parte da imprensa, como se pretendera lisonjear paixões, tem apoiado as manifestações contrarias ao funcionalismo. Faz nisso um mau serviço, porque é do desacato àqueles que exercem funções publicas que resulta o abatimento da autoridade e a quebra do respeito pelas diversas gradações da hierarquia política.

As breves considerações que aqui vão escritas têm por único fim mostrar a absurda jurisprudência com que se pretende julgar os direitos dos empregados; a injustiça das arguições que se fazem ao funcionalismo português; e a sem razão com que algumas classes propositadamente lhe estão movendo guerra.

Ergue-se uma voz, ainda que fraca, no seio desta grande corporação chamadaos servidores do Estado unicamente para ir chamando ao bom caminho a opinião desvairada, e com o fim de protestar contra a perseguição; não em nome de falsas vaidades, ou de interesses ilegítimos, mas em nome de um princípio sagrado nas sociedades civilizadas – em nome do direito....ONDE EM NOME DO DIREITO SE INTERNAVAM COMPULSIVAMENTE OS LEPROSOS

E SE MATAVAM À FOME AS PIOLHEIRAS NACCIONAIS

GRANDE COMPARAÇÃO

Na sua curta vida de empregado público ONDE CHEGOU POR CUNHA DE UM BACHAREL o autor tem cumprido sempre religiosamente os deveres que a lei lhe marca, CHEGA ÀS 11 DA MANHÃ E SAE DA REPARTIÇÃO AO MEIO-DIA PARA ALMOÇAR E SE TEM TEMPO PARA ISSO PASSA PELA REPARTIÇÃO PARA VER SE INDA LÁ ESTÁ

Nem os seus, bem que insignificantes, trabalhos literários; nem enfim outras aplicações a que se tem dado, o distraíram nunca do cumprimento deles; e aí estão para atestá-lo os homens honrados que têm sido seus chefes. Estribado, pois, na força da sua consciência e nos argumentos copiosos que o assunto fornece, é o que dá à estampa estas ligeiras considerações, precipitadamente escritas, que o autor se honra de oferecer ao ilustrado funcionalismo português.

29 de Janeiro de 1869

A de Oliveira Pires....FUNCCIONÁRIO REFORMADO POR ATAQUE CARDÍACO AOS 38 ANOS

DA ÉTICA E DA ETIQUETA E DAS E TI QUECAS DA INTERNET - RECEITA VIRTUAL PARA O KAOS JURÍDICO INSTITUCIONAL OU SÓ ANAL UMA DESSAS

DO PONTO DE VISTA LEGAL O USUÁRIO DA INTERNET NÃO ESTÁ EM LADO NENHUM

PODE EXISTIR UM IP OU MESMO VÁRIOS

UMA LOCALIZAÇÃO OU MESMO UM UTOPOS DE LOCALIZAÇÃO

NENHUM LUGAR EM GREGO DO MAIS TOPOGRÁFICO GEOGRÁFICO

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AO MATAR UM ALTER-EGO NESTE JOGO VIRTUAL

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