Aug 30, 2010
Aug 26, 2010
Hitler's perfection was dismissed!!!
Pois é...para além de assassino era Hipocrita(mesmo sem saber), boa!!!!
QUINTA-FEIRA, 26-08-2010, ANO 11, N.º 3862
Adolf Hitler poderia ter sangue judeu e africano...O_OO_O_O_O_O_O_O_O_O
Judeus e africanos eram, na opinião de Adolf Hitler, elementos de duas raças «sub-humanas». Agora, graças a exames de ADN de parentes do antigo ditador alemão, descobriu-se que o líder nazi tinha antepassados em ambas.
Os resultados estão publicados na revista belga Knack. A investigação foi coordenada pelo jornalista Jean-Paul Mulders e o historiador Marc Vermeeren, que utilizaram para os testes um guardanapo utilizado por um sobrinho-neto de Hitler, que vive em Long Island, nos Estados Unidos. Depois, seguiram 39 parentes do antigo ditador.
O cromossoma Haplopgroup E1b1b (Y-DNA), raramente encontrado na Europa Ocidental e muito comum entre os berberes de Marrocos, assim como na Argélia, na Líbia e na Tunísia, foi descoberto durante os testes. Os Ashkenazi e os judeus sefarditas também costumam apresentar este cromossoma.
Na mesma revista lê-se que existem artefactos de Hitler, com o seu ADN, guardados na Rússia. O acesso a este material poderia acabar com a especulação sobre a ascendência do principal responsável pela Segunda Guerra Mundial e pelo Holocausto.
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Aug 22, 2010
Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff
aptece as vezes não????
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Aug 19, 2010
A minha escolha .1---- With Me by Sum 41
já alguma vez tiveram esta sensaçao, eu já....
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Aug 13, 2010
spiral os straight???
spiral os straight???
Answer here
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Aug 11, 2010
Temperar um gato vivo!! O_o
O gato Navarro foi temperado com óleo, pimenta e pimentão e colocado no porta-malas por Gary Korkuc
Um homem está sendo processado por crueldade contra animais em Buffalo, Nova York, depois que um gato vivo foi encontrando temperado com óleo e pimenta no porta-malas de seu carro. As informações são da agência AP
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Policiais ouviram o gato miar quando pararam Gary Korkuc, 51 anos, em uma operação de rotina na noite do último domingo. Os investigadores encontraram então o animal em uma gaiola, coberto de azeite, pimenta e pimentão.
Korkuc disse aos policiais que fez isso porque o gato, chamado Navarro, tinha se comportado mal. O homem foi acusado de crueldade e liberado. Os investigadores disseram que ele admitiu que ia cozinhar o gato e falou uma série de outras coisas sem sentido, como que seu gato macho estava esperando filhotes.
Navarro foi limpo e colocado para adoção por integrantes de uma organização defensora dos animais.
O sakana!!!Era meter um gajo num tanque com caranguejos assassinos!!!(Se é que isso existe, o proximo post deve ser sobre iss!!!)
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Aug 10, 2010
Liberdade!!
Liberdade, em filosofia, designa de uma maneira negativa, a ausência de submissão, de servidão e de determinação, isto é, ela qualifica a independência do ser humano. De maneira positiva, liberdade é a autonomia e a espontaneidade de um sujeito racional. Isto é, ela qualifica e constitui a condição dos comportamentos humanos voluntários.
Definiçao extraida Wikipédia (treta de enciclopedia mas serviu)
Ist é tudo muito giro e tal, mas, tenho uma questao, sem intenção de revogar quaisquer opiniões,onde está ela??
a verdadeira liberdade??
Porque, mesmo quando me entrego aos devaneios na minha suposta liberdade nao sou livre!
somos todos prisioneiros de uma sociedade precavida de pecados e maldições..
e talvez seja esse o motivo pelo qual, nao me sinta livre!
carrego os meus ancestors nos meus ombros, i disso, nunca me libertarei...
mas onde está ela pergunto??
alguem a viu??
eu não!
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Aug 9, 2010
Darkness, by Lord Byron
had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
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