Silica

Ceres, srčno upam, da to ni tvoj celoten jedilnik. Od tega še ptiček ne more živet. Če pa je. Pa pamet v roke, ženska. Vegansko, vegetarijansko, omnivorsko, z glutenom ali brez, ... jest je treba!

A lahko to tudi razložiš?

Bullpoop http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/wink.png nedolgo nazaj, ko se je vse tole valilo k nam in mimo nas, se niste imeli problema oglašat, ne glede na to, kaj smo ostali pisali. Posmehujete se strahu, hkrati pa je vas strah jasno in glasno obsodit takšna dejanja, da bi bog ne daj ne izpadli ksenofobi, pa prilivali olja na ogenj. In za vašo tišino smo da krivi mi.... http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/sleepy.gif pajade. Še tole - a kdo tukaj dejansko verjame, da bodo takšnale predavanja obrodila sadove? Mislim, resno? Ker, če si zdaj predstavljam sebe, da bi zbežala iz Slo nekam, pa bi me tam posedli na stol in mi najprej poučili, kako da pa pri njih ženske ne smejo iz hiše brez spremstva moških, pa treba se je zakrivat, nismo enakopravne moškim in tko je pač rekel bog.... ja, začasno bi se verjetno tudi temu prilagodila, če ne bi bilo druge. Da bi pa resno, v sebi sprejela to 'kulturo'.... no way. Ne s korenčkom ne s palico. A seveda, tile jo pa bodo.... http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/ylflower.gif

Norveška prosilce za azil podučuje o "odnosih med spoloma na Zahodu" Za levičarje je to prikriti rasizem http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/sleepy.gif priporočam tudi ogled videa, ki ga je postnil prvi komentator pod tole novico. In branje - Regressive left

http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/icon1_thumbup.gif ------ Domoljubka, sem že prej hotela vprašat.... a si ti kokerkol v zvezi z Protirasistično fronto brez meja? http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/icon_smile_shy.gif

Glede na to, kar vidim okoli sebe, je ženskam čisto jasno, da 'jim ne pripadajo' idealni moški. Še premalo se izbira.... na obeh straneh.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVu1Zs6Rl2U

Prekmurski policisti aretirali migranta, obtoženega posilstva

Cinderella I guess you think you know this story. You don't. The real one's much more gory. The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago, And made to sound all soft and sappy just to keep the children happy. Mind you, they got the first bit right, The bit where, in the dead of night, The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all, Departed for the Palace Ball, While darling little Cinderella Was locked up in a slimy cellar, Where rats who wanted things to eat, Began to nibble at her feet. She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out! The Magic Fairy heard her shout. Appearing in a blaze of light, She said: 'My dear, are you all right?' 'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see 'I feel as rotten as can be!' She beat her fist against the wall, And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball! 'There is a Disco at the Palace! 'The rest have gone and I am jealous! 'I want a dress! I want a coach! 'And earrings and a diamond brooch! 'And silver slippers, two of those! 'And lovely nylon panty hose! 'Done up like that I'll guarantee 'The handsome Prince will fall for me!' The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.' She gave her wand a mighty flick And quickly, in no time at all, Cindy was at the Palace Ball! It made the Ugly Sisters wince To see her dancing with the Prince. She held him very tight and pressed herself against his manly chest. The Prince himself was turned to pulp, All he could do was gasp and gulp. Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck! I've got to run to save my neck!' The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!' He grabbed her dress to hold her back. As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!' The dress was ripped from head to toe. She ran out in her underwear, And lost one slipper on the stair. The Prince was on it like a dart, He pressed it to his pounding heart, 'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried, 'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride! I'll visit every house in town 'Until I've tracked the maiden down!' Then rather carelessly, I fear, He placed it on a crate of beer. At once, one of the Ugly Sisters, (The one whose face was blotched with blisters) Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe, And quickly flushed it down the loo. Then in its place she calmly put The slipper from her own left foot. Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker, And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker. Next day, the Prince went charging down To knock on all the doors in town. In every house, the tension grew. Who was the owner of the shoe? The shoe was long and very wide. (A normal foot got lost inside.) Also it smelled a wee bit icky. (The owner's feet were hot and sticky.) Thousands of eager people came To try it on, but all in vain. Now came the Ugly Sisters' go. One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!' But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee! 'So now you've got to marry me!' The Prince went white from ear to ear. He muttered, 'Let me out of here.' 'Oh no you don't! You made a vow! 'There's no way you can back out now!' 'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back. They chopped it off with one big whack. This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said, 'She's prettier without her head.' Then up came Sister Number Two, Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!' 'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back. He swung his trusty sword and smack Her head went crashing to the ground. It bounced a bit and rolled around. In the kitchen, peeling spuds, Cinderella heard the thuds Of bouncing heads upon the floor, And poked her own head round the door. 'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried. 'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied. Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds. My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads! How could I marry anyone Who does that sort of thing for fun? The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut? 'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!' Just then, all in a blaze of light, The Magic Fairy hove in sight, Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish! 'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish! 'Wish anything and have no doubt 'That I will make it come about!' Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy, 'This time I shall be more wary. 'No more Princes, no more money. 'I have had my taste of honey. I'm wishing for a decent man. 'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?' Within a minute, Cinderella Was married to a lovely feller, A simple jam maker by trade, Who sold good home-made marmalade. Their house was filled with smiles and laughter And they were happy ever after. - Roald Dahl

http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/icon_smile_big.gif btw, domy, love your typo... brezostrelke.... a streljajo breze al Brezote? http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/scratchchin.gif

http://www.index.hr/images2/njemacka_golazena_silovanja.jpg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=md5LL6PwXwY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiZJP_XLmrQ

Jaz sem pač takšna kot sem in bom pisala, karkoli se mi zahoče. Ampak, za božjo voljo no, če se komu moje objave zdijo sovražne, naj jih prijavi! Ohranite forum lep in miren.

No sam še to sem prišla povedat.... da mi je zdej končno jasno. Ko bo prvi 'nazi' pihnil prvega 'sestradanega, bosopetega begunca', bo to pač begunčeva karma. Pa da se nauste preveč usajal. Zdej se tko ne. http://www.scarletuser.com/images/smilies/emote_hippie.gif

Aha, karma. Tko je ja....

Ja in kaj. Tudi ti si enkrat prvič držal orožje v rokah. Vsak se lahko nauči rokovat z njim, če je treba. Ali bo to res potrebno, bomo pa še videli. Možno je; tistim, ki ste bolj optimistični, pa prav malo zavidam, tudi jaz bi rada videla pred seboj lepšo prihodnost, pa mir na svetu. Predolgo ga že imamo tukaj zgleda, pa smo pozabili, da se to lahko poruši dok rečeš keks. Sicer pa čisto pričakovano. Pa ne govorim o tem obnašanju migrantov, pač pa o odzivu na to.... tisti, ki so besno zastopali migrantske barve, češ, sej so samo ljudje, bosopeti bežijo pred bombami, pa samo juhce hočejo, dejmo jih sprejet, nastanit, telovadit z njimi pa obiskovat muzeje..... tile so zdej obmolknili. Na začetku je še bil odziv - ja kaj je pa to, kakšna čudna novica, a je to sploh res? Ma neki smrdi.... no zdej se vidi, da je res in - nič. Verjetn se še praskajo po možganih, kako bi nam ostalim, k smo vam rekli (alefa tud ni še) razložili, da smo si čisto sami krivi in da so migranti v tem zgolj žrtve. In jasno tudi - babe, same ste si krive, nas niste marale, zdej se pa same branite. Tudi prav. Kar posmehujte se in zgražajte, je dobro vedet, kdo kje stoji.

http://www.trendingtrademarks.com/files/2013/01/kit-kat.jpg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W9TOdMzOH1U

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaNsG9ja4nQ

Manjši protest v Nemčiji (seveda večinoma ženske) Žal še preveč res.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most freindship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As a friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. - William Shakespeare

Pa par mačotov naj s seboj vlačijo, bokserje, paralizatorje, pse in takšno... bemti vola no, kdo se bo zdej koga bal http://www.lunin.net/forum//public/style_emoticons/default/icon_smile_angry.gif

http://www.beyondintractability.org/cic_images/talarico-brazil-pic3.png

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels. The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed. The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine. The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication. The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother. The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach. The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.