The following text is extracted from the book "La Historia del Loco" by
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Off Road Go Kart Free Plans
What lips say no
Could imagine living two centuries ago? Time for some things evolve in ways advancing rapidly. Super accustomed to the Internet, television, text messages, chat, minute information on everything that happens and other digital encroachments which aims to bring to the world, we could not go too long without falling into a state chaotic in the absence of these elements are now treated as natural.
However, not everything is fast and furious in advance of the calendar. Some situations or characteristics of our society suggest that we actually delayed several centuries. While sensory stimuli of all kinds invade us, there is another reality that is experienced by deaf people.
Could imagine living two centuries ago? Time for some things evolve in ways advancing rapidly. Super accustomed to the Internet, television, text messages, chat, minute information on everything that happens and other digital encroachments which aims to bring to the world, we could not go too long without falling into a state chaotic in the absence of these elements are now treated as natural.
However, not everything is fast and furious in advance of the calendar. Some situations or characteristics of our society suggest that we actually delayed several centuries. While sensory stimuli of all kinds invade us, there is another reality that is experienced by deaf people.
We should all learn sign language, that should be taught in school. As also teaches the alphabet should be taught sign language to stopping the isolation of people with hearing disabilities from the rest of society.
The hearing-impaired and suffer from fears, insecurities, not being able to establish communication with others, can not base their personality, low self-esteem, and all the psychological difficulties that this entails.
By law should be subtitled TV programs, how many? I remember a couple of back channel and nothing else.
Imagine the situation of a trial and there is a deaf person involved. Do you know how many experts official sign language in the country? Until 2004 there was only one, Mabel Remon. How do you do in every court case to mediate between the judiciary and those involved if they are deaf? As much as the disabled person can read lips, there are terms with many meanings and you need an interpreter we take into account the context, the importance of a complaint, the transcendental in a criminal case, there should be such margins for error.
"Public places are suitable for disabled guests? Suppose a person who lives alone and must make a step in the municipality, is anyone able to serve you and satisfy what is required?
No technology or progress worth if we assume that we are all responsible when to provide space for people who need to be inserted into a society must learn to hear is not the same as listening.
Iron Maiden makes this big issue is about the idiocy of war and its miseries. Now that the owner of the world is another hope that God will guide the conscience of these rulers for no regrets over this human disaster.
I recommend you read the entire letter on the Internet while listening.
Please tell me what life is Please tell me what is love Please tell me what war is De new tell me what life is For the sake of God ... 
Monday, January 5, 2009
Mothers Paddling Their Sons
The Chest Cold and Old Words vomited shit
Him hopeless, he played his last letters, the lowest in the deck, those who use them in pursuit of our commitment not only because there are others, though not wide aces and put them into play excited that we leave the final shot, the last action, the desperate and cruel slap of which have nothing to lose.
her, how difficult to define it!. Aging with mirrors and illusions of what he represented the convenience of playing last, if the foot of this game. Is accustomed, or delayed, or not met him, or the situation, or you have to weigh as, for whatever it was, she never closed the game. His blood froze was growing while face-down cards that made up the precious pile.
The Old Shit, even with the lowest cards squandered the joyfulness of the triumph which she never had. He handled the game at will, with their times and their threat to steal the treasure, knowing that she would not dare to play el As.
Me olvidaba. Quizás el título que precede a estos párrafos no sea el correcto. A esta historia le falta un integrante más, un tercero, un número impar que rompa con la siempre aburrida monotonía de las cosas marcadas por la dualidad tan irritante de las formas pares. Lo menciono ahora porque irrumpir es una de sus características. Se podría llamar “el Desequilibrio”, entonces… “La Pecho Frío, el Viejo de Mierda y el Desequilibrio”.
Desequilibrio ha barajado siempre las mismas cartas, demencia; manía; paranoia; ansias; pasión; y otros excesos, alterando un orden que no soportaba, con el veneno orgásmico produced by the freedom and pleasure pleading that does not support imposition of any suit. No card game has clear rules, even to all the rules depend on who is competing against. Even in the most popular games patterns acquired by the participants are different. In this respect one could say that the playing cards seem to love.
Mix the cards. Mix, mix, mix, mix to leave behind the nightmare in which a old bitch plays his last cards to steal a deck that never belonged to her, the cries Cold Chest risking unable to play his ace and Imbalance, vulgarity so tired of him kicks to the table to go in search of a better game. 
Him hopeless, he played his last letters, the lowest in the deck, those who use them in pursuit of our commitment not only because there are others, though not wide aces and put them into play excited that we leave the final shot, the last action, the desperate and cruel slap of which have nothing to lose.
her, how difficult to define it!. Aging with mirrors and illusions of what he represented the convenience of playing last, if the foot of this game. Is accustomed, or delayed, or not met him, or the situation, or you have to weigh as, for whatever it was, she never closed the game. His blood froze was growing while face-down cards that made up the precious pile.
The Old Shit, even with the lowest cards squandered the joyfulness of the triumph which she never had. He handled the game at will, with their times and their threat to steal the treasure, knowing that she would not dare to play el As.
Me olvidaba. Quizás el título que precede a estos párrafos no sea el correcto. A esta historia le falta un integrante más, un tercero, un número impar que rompa con la siempre aburrida monotonía de las cosas marcadas por la dualidad tan irritante de las formas pares. Lo menciono ahora porque irrumpir es una de sus características. Se podría llamar “el Desequilibrio”, entonces… “La Pecho Frío, el Viejo de Mierda y el Desequilibrio”.
Desequilibrio ha barajado siempre las mismas cartas, demencia; manía; paranoia; ansias; pasión; y otros excesos, alterando un orden que no soportaba, con el veneno orgásmico produced by the freedom and pleasure pleading that does not support imposition of any suit. No card game has clear rules, even to all the rules depend on who is competing against. Even in the most popular games patterns acquired by the participants are different. In this respect one could say that the playing cards seem to love.
Mix the cards. Mix, mix, mix, mix to leave behind the nightmare in which a old bitch plays his last cards to steal a deck that never belonged to her, the cries Cold Chest risking unable to play his ace and Imbalance, vulgarity so tired of him kicks to the table to go in search of a better game.
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