Showing posts with label human right. Show all posts
Showing posts with label human right. Show all posts

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Il Ministero della difesa ha comprato 19 Maserati blindate

Il Ministero della difesa ha comprato 19 Maserati blindate nuove fiammanti: tagliano i finanziamenti per la difesa e la pubblica sicurezza (è di pochi giorni fa la protesta di Polizia e Co.Ce.R) e poi ampliano il parco auto con 19 MASERATI...  indubbiamente INDISPENSABILI, come i 15 miliardi di Euro "investiti" (sprecati) per acquistare nuovi jet da guerra...





È polemica sulle 19 Maserati blindate acquistate dal ministero della Difesa. A chiedere lumi, con un’interrogazione urgente al ministro La Russa, è il deputato Pd Emanuele Fiano, responsabile Sicurezza del partito. «Faccio una domanda semplice: di fronte alla durissima crisi economica che subiscono sulla loro pelle milioni di italiani, di fronte agli oltre 2,5 miliardi di euro di tagli subiti in tre anni dal comparto Difesa, di fronte alle accorate proteste che a questo riguardo proprio nelle ultime ore il Cocer dell'Esercito ha rivolto al governo, esistono ragioni comprensibili e spiegabili per le quali il ministero della Difesa ha sentito il bisogno di arricchire il proprio parco auto con 19 Maserati blindate?». «Spero che sarà il ministro in prima persona a spiegare come si concili questo acquisto di auto della tipologia di lusso con le continue difficoltà nella manutenzione, e addirittura nel pieno di carburante, che lamentano tutte le strutture del comparto Sicurezza e Difesa dello Stato», conclude Fiano.

«Erano le auto più convenienti», replica il segretario generale della Difesa, generale Claudio De Bertolis. «Tutti gli acquisti delle Maserati sono stati effettuati con contratti 2009-2010. Si tratta di macchine blindate destinate ai vertici della Difesa a cui compete la speciale protezione secondo quanto definito da un organismo del ministero dell'Interno». Le Maserati, aggiunge, «sono risultate le vetture decisamente più convenienti, destinate a sostituire le precedenti Thesis e Audi 6 che hanno esaurito il loro ciclo tecnico di servizio».

La Russa si infervora: «Queste Maserati non sono nell’utilizzo né del ministro, né dei sottosegretari, né del capo di gabinetto, né del mio staff». «È comunque strana questa polemica», insiste il ministro ex An. «Chi si lamenta ora avrebbe dovuto farlo prima quando c’erano le Audi. Le Maserati acquistate costano meno e sono italiane».

Saturday, October 22, 2011

WHAT THEY DO NOT TELL YOU ON TV ABOUT LIBYA


WHAT THEY DO NOT TELL YOU ON TV ABOUT LIBYA

Menginformasikan Untuk Resist
Sebelum mengatakan apa pun di Libya, Anda HARUS melihat film dokumenter ini. 


Monday, October 3, 2011

We Can't Make It Here Anymore



We Can't Make It Here Anymore

By James McMurtry

Will work for food will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the crack

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Posted October 02, 2011
 
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We Can't Make It Here Anymore

There’s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free
No one’s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget’s just stretched so thin
And now there’s more coming back from the Mideast war
We can’t make it here anymore


That big ol’ building was the textile mill that fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can’t make it here anymore


See those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They’re just gonna sit there ‘til they rot
‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don’t come down here unless you’re looking to score
We can’t make it here anymore

The bar’s still open but man it’s slow
The tip jar’s light and the register’s low
The bartender don’t have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far $5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
Bet you can’t make it here anymore

There’s a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromatA woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what’ll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it’s way too late to just say no
You can’t make it here anymore

Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
‘ Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can’t make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m in
Should I hate ‘em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need
Their shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed
Their kids won’t bleed in their damn little war
And we can’t make it here anymore

Will work for food will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
So let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cake
Let ‘em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can’t make it here anymore

So that’s how it is, that’s what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if you’re listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone tell us all why

In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That’s done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There’s rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can’t make it here anymore