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Pa imamo kar smo hoteli  


(čeprav bi za take izjave gospodu morali dati samo pest na nos - jo popolnoma zasluži)




uživajte!

No, vidiš, Miro, ravno to mi preveč ne diši, zato bom z DD vztrajal do konca. Se mi zdi preneumno, da bi morala moja vnuka trpeti budalosti slovenskoh dedkov

Katerih omenjenih?
Prejšnja vlada je imela prednost, pa je ni izkoristila, tudi sedanja jo ima pred opozicijo.
Se ti to ne zdi fer in pametno?

stane wrote on 10.12.2004 at 19:51:42:


Stane, upam, da ne boš vztrajal zaman. Nafutrani ne more čutiti, kako se počuti lačen.

živa krivica

samo dokler bojo site riti tih in bomo vsi konec koncev tok grebatorski in egoistično naravnani bodo krivice

vedno večje

mi moramo dati od svojega (pre)obilja in začeti razmišljati drugače

za revolucijo (na boljše) so potrebni ljudje - smo potrebni  (tudi) mi!!!

vsak glas šteje

to je smisel človeštva - postati človeški do"človekov"

stane wrote on 10.12.2004 at 23:30:02:


Stane... Pa saj je Meža že bolj čista, kot v svinčenih socialističnih časih, Drava baje tudi... Delovnih mest je tudi vse manj tam na vašem koncu, na oblasti pa menda bolj mafija, kot katerakoli vlada... to bi moralo tudi na možgane pozitivno vplivati. Vsaj tebi bi moralo potegniti, ker si očitno zelo sposoben in pameten, na koncu pa se vseeno obrneš na državo. Kot bi obsojenec, ki hoče pobegniti z morišča, vprašal rablja za pot.
Kaj, ko bi Korošci začeli malo misliti? Me zelo zanima, ker sem sam tudi napol Korošec (SG).

Jaz vidim samo isto korito in druge prašiče, in v zvezi s tem ne morem najti ničesar, kar bi bilo fer in pametno. Mogoče bi bilo fer in pametno narediti klobase iz njih, žal bi pa zanesljivo bilo tudi neokusno, v vseh ozirih.



TALK  TO  ME  OF  FREEDOM
By Martin Whelan

So  talk  to  me of  freedom,
When  they  take  your  sweat
And  throw  you  on  the  dole,
Like  a  useless  worn–out  bone.
They  say  to  have  no  fear,
We’ve work for  fifty  years,
But  they’ll  take  your  job  if  labour  is  cheaper.
Yes,  they will.
They’ll  take  your  job  where  labour  is  cheaper.

When he worked in the factory,
Times were good and overtime was plenty,
And life it seemed so fine,
Had the crack with the lads and a jar,
And worries seemed so far.
Life is just for living when you’re twenty.
Yes it is.
Life is just for living when  you’re twenty.

And then he settled down,
In a three bedroom in a new suburban town,
Did his  duty  like Mr. Jones.
The morgage rent was paid,
Kids were fed and raised.
Life was different when he was thirty.
Yes it was.
Life was different when he was thirty.

Then prices began to fall,
And the morning siren never more did call,
And he knew the anger of hate,
When they padlocked the factory gate,
Oh life was different when he was forty.
Yes it was.
Life was different when he was forty.

Now each day is like yesterday,
His driftwood spirit lies upon the shore,
He’s been to retraining schools,
Learned how to use new tools,
But he’s still unemployed and  fifty.
Yes he is.
He’s still unemployed and fifty.

stane wrote on 12.12.2004 at 00:20:00:


In kje se opazi to ideološko ravnotežje?