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Falling 2.

Ah, the miracle of these dolls inflatable jump when some believe they are the ones that explode in their face!

The " Made in Africa " seems to be the mark of origin of these bombinettes if one considers the foam of the news recently: with Ribery Zahia , Berlusconi with Ruby, and now our Polnareff in the wreckage gonflette , chipped its Franco-Ivorian - bouffeuse paternity ...

Old age is a shipwreck and that it would take more a fleet of Zodiacs pudgy with helium to save them!

Show bizz and political and business wading into the same swamp evenings bonga bonga - and the crust of our old crocodile flakes in the teeth of our new amazons ...

As " Made in Africa, "we will have the goodness to Rama Yade in another category, less bodied but more glamorous these barbie dolls that it be disconnected if you want to escape the constant stream of words that brainwashed , they bombard you ... and Blablabla blalblabla .
The show is infinite.

And we still have these other dolls - those who are yes, yes, yes: Certified " Made in Europe", wrapped in a translucent body and a brain equally evaporated, less inflated, certainly, but in a more expansive, so here is our Carla , Laëtitia or NKM!
short the stock of our more presentable sarkogirls these Clodettes limping of Sarkozia ... No more luscious but predatory doormats luxury ...

So Sarkozy or Berlusconi ?

To each according to these tastes. One or the other? It's your choice, you do that 'to change channels.
So all these babes are our new weapons of mass destruction ... And do not talk about big wet firecrackers, Bachelot style. Everything would or would defeat this universe so adulterated alcoves of power?

Between Bimbos silicone sarkoboys and plucked in a Tunisian Embassy, flourishes on flat screen full of money politics and pants for Berlusconi, while Sarkozy, meanwhile, exhibits as a muscle twitching and now ... politics, for the readers of Paris Match, VSD , and Gala, now reads more on the cover of Closer in the pages of the World!

And tomorrow on TV, it will be right against left, sets the political arena in -show and the obscenity of force plate, which scatters the light. You'll be the choice between letting you wear this reality to which everyone hangs while claiming to despise, or vomiting.

Thus the old courtesans of the monarchy and the palace of Versailles triumphant return, botoxées and thick lips, a reality of glossy haunt these new power centers such as television sets. The former golden stucco have beautiful colors have adorned wharoliennes a trendy already decrepit, centuries pass, and yet if the colors and sounds can change, the smells are immutable: The ass of Pompadour yesterday matched that of our new stars.

Do we not surprised to see on our screens the great orgy of our ministers and our beautiful journalists, the ball thereof or of those there with all these artist's son and daughters, and all this beautiful world that wallows in the address book of the courtier. With the painted face speckled or small pox, all these ghosts now beset our old skins sewn redone. While the covers were bought in this world but too old, these skin parchment, these weary pride, all this is going to slowly drift history.

is already falling.

Here in France.

Less brutal than the other side of the Mediterranean. But the fall anyway, a shift began, inevitably, toward annihilation.

Rats leaving the ship.

Villepin, diplomats, judges, prison staff, all fled in their noses.

The parallel is terrible: The same day, we see Gaddafi in a pitiable loneliness and all its former henchmen who are adorned with angel's wings to hide this that if they were yesterday. The same day in Paris, one who lends an ear, perceive the crackling of power on the verge of collapse.

Everything goes. Like an avalanche, the more will be casting long, over the mass destructive thicken. Nothing can stop it. Around
Sarkozy is no longer a camp will crack, it's all a political collapse. Of course, this does not scream but it is understood in the silences, the soundbites, the looks.

For everything collapses. In the country is a massive rejection of near disgust. Outside, it's panic. While Turkey is more than ever the focal point between east and west, between Islam and the Christian West, Sarkozy, still contemptuous already rejected everywhere, now allows the luxury of humiliated by a simple quick visit not as a representative of France but as Chairman of the G20! Each day is a burden for a president already fallen ...
Wrinkles are seen everywhere on this decadent Venice, everything is The grimace that ... XXI century will finally begin.