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Mariaelena, look, those who preach well (let's be good to each other, let's adopt children from afar, Debaser is a place for discussion and exchange, I respect first and foremost, and bla, bla, bla...) and then act poorly (I won't exemplify, otherwise I'll offend Puni's sensitivity, but this page is an example) exhibit hypocritical behavior. I'm talking about behavior. Judgments about people I leave to you, Mariaelena, who knows everything. You know how empty our lives are, how barren our hearts are, you even know what ailments we have. Mariaelena please, don’t feed your dignity to the worms like this... This latest tragicomedy of yours is leading you back to madness... Only Metallaro's love can save you; he will teach you humility and self-irony, because I see you're not doing well.

Hahahahahaha, same old script Happypippo... these are the only responses you'll get... almost guttural responses, answers from someone who shuts down dialogue, a victim of their own ego... Mariaelena, redeem yourself, come on... what are all your nice words in the face of such an intolerant behavior? Mel Gibson is a little American, guys!!!!

Come on, run away from here too Mariaelena... is it really that hard to accept that someone thinks differently than you? Be careful, because pride and arrogance are other forms of the rich angel... oops, androgynous.

And finally, I am no longer the only one to point certain things out to you... Now even poor Happypippo will enter that dark, grimy world where Mariaelena relegates, with her "rich" imagination, those who dare to make observations or criticisms. But "be happy," Happypippo... that's what matters, even in the face of the spite of those who have no arguments... I fully share what you said: the exasperated search for symbols and meanings in the context of an American sleaze of mere voyeuristic stamp, besides being an unbearable pedantry, is a ridiculous attempt to give merit to a director as pompous as he is failed. The story of Jesus told by a little American, that's where we've come... amidst applause and the enthusiasm of the masses... There is no more... religion!

And then let's stop putting supposedly good deeds on display like this... how pathetic! Those who truly do good do so in silence, without shouting to the four winds about how good and noble they are. And then there are distant adoptions, one of the cowardly ways of our time to do something for others. Or to delude ourselves that it is so. Like the Rotary Club that builds schools in Africa... only to discover that its members have six yachts docked in Monaco or Portofino, work for unscrupulous multinationals that exploit child labor, cause ecological disasters, or worse... A ridiculous way to “cleanse” one’s conscience. Be careful Mariaelena, Happypippo is right... The well-being of others is the Value with a capital V. The comfort and warmth you feel inside when doing a little good is very, very dangerous...

Dear Puni, I read your bizarre and multifaceted debaserian story occasionally and in silence, and when you finally decide to comment on one of my interventions... you choose such an unfortunate way to do so... what a shame. A shame for the "capital letters" that underline a hypothetical pathology of mine. It doesn't seem like a happy start, especially coming from someone who has turned this site into a place of protagonism and the affirmation of a "superego," at times embarrassingly evident in its expression. It's a pity that the little phrase (from 3 months ago, not four) is not just a phrase but a very real insult, not meant to be taken lightly, my dear champion of this misguided goodness that does not belong to you. It's a shame that you still lack the faculties to truly understand what I note and what I let fade into oblivion, nor do you know if I spend my life memorizing and reiterating others' interventions on this community… It's a pity you intervened in a situation where you didn’t have a clue and lost a precious opportunity to preserve your sparkling and irresistible charm for some other delightful and unforgettable comment. What a shame. I will, however, enter the booth so as not to be rude. And I will press the button. But be careful… While you open envelope number 3 that I will have asked you for, the aforementioned button will release the winch that keeps my explosive friend at rest and… an explosive mix of 37 cm and the force of gravity will shatter your collarbones. But don’t worry, I have many friends at CTO in Turin who will help you recover quickly, so you can once again delight us long with your hilariously entertaining interventions. Poor us.

Great record, yes, yes... Street Fighting Year, the title track remains a song of timeless charm. To the notes of "Let It All Come Down," I remember breaking the European indoor record for "limone" at a private party of a high school friend in a dreary Turin nightclub that no longer exists. God, what memories...

Uh, what a poisonous kookaburra post, you really took it to heart and pulled it out at the right moment. Ghemiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, my friend, what are you doing with the one to zero? Are you bringing in another forward?

You forget that you soiled your mouth under the guise of Clarissa, descending to the level you blame us for. I quote, I MUST QUOTE: "I know that you know a lot about fish after catching them so often (use the Vaseline well). Good night, Coglione."
Clarissa | 29/1/2007 | 18:12
Cousteau: Nova Scotia di sylvian1982. You talk about civilization and education. About sharing ideas and opinions. Will you answer my polite and well-posed questions about Mojave 3 and indie? Thank you. Or do you want to appear more hypocritical than you already do in every ridiculous post soaked in false kindness?

No Puni, this seems more like a Maria De Filippi's moment or a Carramba's moment for the fans of the always valid Raffaella national. Valid for the emptying of septic tanks, of course.