E uimitor cum in pragul alegerilor guvernantii sa straduiesc din rasputeri sa puna mana pe cateva voturi in plus incercand sa manipuleze opinia publica cu tot felul de “facilitati”, ca sa-i tina lumea minte si sa-i voteze. Ca de exemplu proiectul de scadere a tarifelor telefoniei mobile. Practic, ei nu ofera nimic pe moment, ci in cel mai fericit caz peste 3 ani. Dar lumea tine minte, ca doar mai e o saptamana pana la alegeri si pune stampila unde trebuie.
Iata stirea:
“Factura pe care o platim in prezent la serviciile de telefonie mobila ar putea sa scada cu 25-30% in urmatorii trei ani daca intentiile Autoritatii Nationale pentru Comunicatii de reducere a tarifelor de interconectare practicate de operatorii din Romania vor intra in vigoare.
Tarifele pe care le percep operatorii mobili pentru apelurile venite din alte retele, care se reflecta in pretul final al utilizatorilor, vor scadea de la 6,4 eurocenti/minut, cat este in prezent, la 5,03 eurocenti/minut din ianuarie 2009, in cazul Orange si Vodafone.”
din cauza accidentului pe care l-a avut duminica, in urma caruia a suferit o interventie chirurgicala la piciorul stang, PF Daniel, patriarhul BOR, si-a amanat cateva intalniri importante si nu se va mai putea intalni cu Laura Bush. Purtatorul de cuvant al patriarhiei BOR, Pr. Constantin Stoica, a dezvaluit astfel ca PF Daniel avea programata o intalnire cu sotia presedintelui american, Laura Bush.
- curat ghinion avand in vedere ca vizita primei doamne era programata de demult, iar sansele ca aceasta sa revina in Romania sunt practic nule. Pe de alta parte, o vizita inutila care nu ar fi influentat in nici un fel viata romanilor. Asa ca, un dineu in minus, mai multi bani economisiti. Si asa, cu toate strazile blocate din oras, proprietarii de magazine pierd bani in fiecare zi.
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
You’re not better than me.
I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We’re not dumb and we’re not blind.
They’re all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don’t know nothing ’bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You’d never take a walk with me.
Would you?
