Newsgroup: it.arti.hiphop
Titolo: www.eu2003.it

Questo sito è stato bannato all'interno della rete locale di una
famosa università Romana (che redirige sulla home page della
suddetta). Bella storia.
Prego leggere qui :
Da alcuni anni il Consiglio europeo ha deciso di dare ad ogni
presidenza il medesimo indirizzo internet: 
www.eu
 seguito dall'anno,
il punto e le iniziali di ogni paese. È stato così fino all'appena
oncluso semestre greco: 
www.eu2003.gr
, Roma ha invece tergiversato,
dimenticando di registrare il dominio che è finito nelle mani di uno
studente belga di 23 anni, Wouter Coppens. Coppens non ha perso tempo
e nella pagina che doveva servire a presentare le iniziative del
semestre ha creato uno spazio sostanzialmente completo - storia,
vicende giudiziarie, conflitti di interesse, rapporto internazionali
sul caso Italia, rassegna stampa, sondaggi, frasi celebri... - per
informare l'Europa sul pericolo Cavaliere. Un successo chiaramente
favorito dalle sparate del premier, tanto che nel fatidico 3 luglio
oltre 15 mila internauti si sono lasciati informare dal sito di
Coppens. 
Scippato per incapacità, il governo italiano è ripiegato su
www.ueitalia2003.it
 in cui appaiono anche degli sponsor, un'altra
prima volta in Europa.
Fonte Il Manifesto.
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Parlando di lui....
Quando un mio sogno si avvererà... sarò pronto con le monetine 
da 2 euro. Altro che 100 lire !!
E come nei bagni dell'autogrill... mettete una X qua sotto
se ci sarete.  =)
X
No-one 2PBC

>comunisti di merda
http://www.silvioberlusconifansclub.org/main.asp?IDR=23
No-one
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Sapere ed agire sono la stessa identica cosa.

 Fonte Il Manifesto.
andando sul sito 
www.eu2003.it
 troverete anche l'articolo che riporto
integralmente qua sotto. S/Consolante.
"Comment
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'From Pinocchio to Mussolini and now Berlusconi, it's a story of lies'
Cristina Odone's Diary
Sunday July 6, 2003
The Observer
Every nation gets the leader it deserves. And Italy deserves Berlusconi. The
Italian Premier is bully, braggart and buffoon rolled into one. He stands
accused of avoiding paying millions in taxes and his government is pushing
through an immunity law to save him from corruption charges. Now in his new
role of leading the European Union he has sparked an international row with
his Nazi jibe against a German MEP.
Yet, Silvio Berlusconi mirrors perfectly his countrymen's view of
themselves. It pains me, half-Italian, to say this. But look at the
evidence.
The British since Shakespeare's time have cherished Italy and Italians for
their sunny climate and disposition, boundless artistic heritage, delicious
food and sensual lovers. But, as contemporary chroniclers of Italian life
from Luigi Barzini Jr to Tobias Jones have noted, ask any Italian what they
think of their country and you will hear only criticisms: it is inefficient,
polluted, cramped; the people are backward, lazy and arrogant.
It's a self-hatred that stems from a history of invasions which required
demeaning compromises on the part of the locals; the bitter division between
a prosperous north and a struggling south; the suspicion that Italy is a
pretend nation, 'a geographical expression' cobbled together into a fragile
unit by exalted idealists little more than 100 years ago. Add to this bleak
picture the disastrous war record since unification, and the dark days of
fascism, and you can see why, on those rare state occasions when the
national anthem, 'Fratelli d'Italia', is played, Italians refuse to rise to
their feet, but instead fidget, whisper and look embarrassed.
Today's Italian culture doesn't exactly inspire citizens with pride; rather,
it provides escapism or self-lacerating critiques. Italians watch an average
four hours of TV a day (Berlusconi owns three of the main channels) and,
apart from American imports, they will feast on banal quiz shows starring
half-naked girls, and cookery programmes spiced with inane jokes.
Bestsellers feature tales of drugs, Mafia, and corruption, and sport titles
such as Italia Sporca (Dirty Italy) and Italia Ladra (Thieving Italy).
Even the country's unrivalled cultural heritage fails to promote any sense
of proud nationhood: the great visual masterpieces focus on God, Madonnas
and - later - individuals; Dante's La Divina Commedia focuses on heaven,
hell and Florentine politics. Italians' own favourite literary classic, I
Promessi Sposi (The Betrothed) is a love story set in medieval times; and
the most memorable character to emerge from Italian fiction is Carlo
Collodi's Pinocchio, a lying puppet.
From Pinocchio to Mussolini and now Berlusconi: it's a logical progression
of lies, boasts and posturing. Pinocchio pretended that he was a real child;
Mussolini that he was the leader of an invincible army; Berlusconi that he
is the Condottiere who galvanises his people into claiming a seat at high
table in the international arena.
Italians, practised in this kind of carrying on, shrug cynically. What can
you expect of a fellow Italian but that he should embarrass you in public?
He'll blow hot, then cold, puffing himself up with self-importance: but in
the end, nothing changes. For even Berlusconi is not much worse than what
came before him: there were no heroes to mourn, and no halcyon days to
recapture with his overthrow. Recognising this, Italians embrace their
future with fatalism. It means they'll put up with a jerk who insults a
nation in their name - but under the circumstances, their resignation is far
less devastating than any fond hope of a better tomorrow.
Cristina Odone is deputy editor of the New Statesman"
Sconsolante per il ritratto cinico ma realistico dell'attuale situazione
italiana e del suo pericoloso premier.
Consolante perchè se questa giornalista riesce a trovare una
consequenzialità logica tra la creazione dei promessi sposi, pinocchio e
berlusconi vuol dire che all'estero non stanno benissimo neanche loro...

 No-one
Io non pensavo che..
IL FANS CLUB?!?!?!?!?!?!???!?
siamo proprio messi male.....