Romulo Crescente F5

Boa noite meus polvos a feira!

Hoje não tenho nada a declarar apenas aceitar e assumir meus erros e pecados e agradecer por estar com a dentição completa. Família Héterus sabe a que me refiro, e olha, todos vocês têm razão desde já, só peço gentilmente que jamais pensem que foi proposital... Formalizarei meu pedido de desculpas com um abraço amanhã antes de entrarmos em cena e saibam que minha vergonha e o aprendizado, está sendo equiparado ao amor que sinto por cada um de vocês e pelo nosso trabalho. 

Mas ontem foi mesmo tudo aquilo e mais um pouco, glamour, amizades, dança de Raúl Gil, gargalhadas de entidades da cultura religiosa herança da África primal, noiva exuberante, padrinhos elegantíssimos, noivo feliz, padre exótico como o curry, bandeja da gravata farta financeiramente e demais bandejas mais do que fartas líquida e solidamente narrando; com uma variedade deliciosa para Deus comer! Sinto muito pelo truque da virada de copo desafiando a lei da gravidade, em 10 anos foi a primeira vez o sinistro, assim como no período de 1 ano, 8 milhões de pousos e descolagens são efetuados em GRU = Aeroporto Internacional de São Paulo, de Guarulhos, Cumbica ou Governador André Franco Montoro sem acontecer nada, porém sempre foge à excessão. Andréia e Spósito, mandem para 5àSec, e depois me mandem a conta para mim, ok? hahahahahaha. Ah! Mas a valsa inebriante com Médice e Yarinha foi impagável, fazendo com que nos sentissemos no ano novo do "Copa". 

Volta para casa sem provou-me que a máxima do: "se beber não dirija", é fato, pois, quem nos trouxe em segurança foi meu diretor/condutor indefectível, que mesmo com o pneu que explodiu e outras "coisitas más" que ficarão entre o Hugo e eu foi paciente e cauteloso! hahhaha.

Meus mais sinceros parabéns ao Corinthians que ganhou do meu Alviverde mas por empate, ou seja, jogão! Título merecido, pois quem está em primeiro é o melhor, e Palmeiras defendendo até o apito final o gol que não levou! Em memória ao Dr. Sócrates que nos deixou hoje, foi uma homenagem a altura esse título!


De tudo isso, eu só não queria ser o Ministro Carlos Lupi...

Astróloga do terra.com.br + aquário = Nesta fase você pode perder a paciência com alguns amigos. Seja racional diante dos problemas e não tome nenhuma atitude precipitada. Acordos de negócios passam por uma espécie de revisão. ( नमस्ते namastê = "O Deus que habita em mim saúda o Deus que habita em você." ).

Pratique sei inglês, e não gaste seu latim:

Iran’s First Great Satan Was England

By STEPHEN KINZER

Published: December 4, 2011

If there is one country on earth where the cry “Death to England” still carries weight — where people still harbor the white-hot hatred of British colonialism that once inflamed millions from South Africa to China — that country would be Iran. And that is what the leaders of Iran must have been counting on when screaming militiamen, unhindered by the police, poured into the British Embassy in Tehran to vandalize it on Tuesday.

Most Iranians, like most people anywhere, would deplore the idea of thugs storming into a foreign embassy. Nonetheless, some may have felt a flicker of satisfaction. Even an outrage like this, they might have said, is a trifle compared with the generations of torment Britain inflicted on their country.

So Iran’s mullahs — they, not President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, are reported to have been behind the attack — were not gambling in ordering, or at least tolerating, it. They presumably realized that the world would denounce their flagrant violation of international law. But they also knew it would resonate with the narrative Iranians have heard for so long about their own history.

The spark for the embassy invasion was Britain’s imposition of new economic sanctions on Iran. Pressure for those sanctions came not so much from Britain as from the United States and Israel, but those countries could not be targets for a similar attack because they do not have embassies in Tehran. Besides, Iranians these days can be surprisingly besotted with the United States; in my own visits I am often surrounded by people who compete to proclaim their love for America, and whose anger at Israel seems more political than emotional.

Those Iranians, however, feel quite differently about Britain.

Britain first cast its imperial eye on Iran in the 19th century. Its appeal was location; it straddled the land route to India. Once established in Iran, the British quickly began investing — or looting, as some Iranians would say. British companies bought exclusive rights to establish banks, print currency, explore for minerals, run transit lines and even grow tobacco.

In 1913, the British government maneuvered its way to a contract under which all Iranian oil became its property. Six years later it imposed an “agreement” that gave it control of Iran’s army and treasury. These actions set off a wave of anti-British outrage that has barely subsided.

Britain’s occupation of Iran during World War II, when it was a critical source of oil and a transit route for supplies to keep Soviet Russia fighting, was harsh. Famine and disease spread as the British requisitioned food for their troops.

One of the most popular Iranian novels, “Savushun,” is set in this period. It tells of two brothers who take roles every Iranian can recognize: The elder is ambitious and panders to the occupiers; the younger refuses to sell his grain to them and pays a tragic price for his integrity.

During their occupation, the British decided that Reza Shah Pahlavi, whom they had helped place in power, was no longer reliable. They deposed him and chose his son, Mohammed Reza Pahlavi, as the new shah.

Once the war ended, Iran resumed its efforts to install democracy, under the leadership of Mohammed Mossadegh. He had campaigned against the Anglo-Persian Agreement of 1919 and had written a book denouncing “capitulation” agreements, under which foreigners were granted immunity from Iranian law.

After he was elected prime minister in 1951, Mr. Mossadegh asked Parliament to take the unimaginable step of nationalizing Iran’s oil industry. It agreed unanimously. That sparked a historic confrontation.

Mr. Mossadegh embodied the anti-British emotion that still roils the Iranian soul. The special envoy President Harry S. Truman sent to Tehran to seek a compromise in the oil dispute, W. Averell Harriman, reported that the British held a “completely 19th-century colonial attitude toward Iran,” but found Mr. Mossadegh just as intransigent. When Mr. Harriman assured Mr. Mossadegh that there were good people in Britain, Mr. Mossadegh gave him a classically Iranian reply.

“You do not know how crafty they are,” he said. “You do not know how evil they are. You do not know how they sully everything they touch.”

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