Eyjafjallajoekulla reprimand. Once bitten, twice. Are you sure?
towering number of faux pass, which would deprive a deaf ślepcu speech makes it think it's a quote that is only suitable for lumber.
Tragedy at Smolensk forever go down once again on the black pages of history of this country. On the cards, which are ink tears, despair and shock.
Because that this tragedy was.
Although the society was divided in half with a razor heated by a president who recently died on the day of the tragedy and the next few days have been sewn thread brotherhood, grief and disbelief of what had happened. enormity of the loss was felt.
It was not my president of choice and it was not the choice many of you. But it does not matter. It was the head of our country, whether we like it or not.
way in which passengers died this rickety Soviet monoplane, which was the death of anyone of them wished and no one wish.
On the day of the tragedy, the nation is united .
Just like he can do it during the national team at the moment when the honor and dignity that requires a patriotic Pole - Polish nation in the eyes of the world has become fraternal.
For the price, unfortunately, quite tragic.
As I look back, it almost always was the case with the Poles.
The darkest hour of defeat, despair and apathy - the country transforms into a great glowing Fenix. But how can heroic (numerous uprising against the occupiers, invaders), gracious (mentioned mourning the death of the pope) and finally gracious (organizing charity events at the time of natural disaster or social - GOCC).
writes not about fairness or not these acts, I take them as an example of action and mobilization in which we always slumbered.
phenomenon that I absolutely wkurwiło and ushered in another state of intoxication foolish individuals is dishonored Kaczynski's funeral on Wawel Hill.
I am not concerned specifically with the same decision to bury the president, who made a pact - he had a poor term (to put it extremely briefly), among the greatest Poles in history of this country.
But then, that once again the country was divided.
A half.
What you need to be a man, that even after death, have a driving force to make something like that?
WHAT?
blood boils, his hands go down, dick fades, adding a grimace Fri "WHY WHORE", and the whole season with the greatest disgust.
I went in piśdziec.
All that we braterskość, proximity, lament and mourning.
instead remain in this state of silence, once again the two sides took a bribe szabelki sweet potato and sweet potato whore whore full gallop galloped to a mutual arteries.
Someone who is superstitious, may think that the volcano, which itself lazily snoring more than 500 years, decided to turn over to the other side and dust pierdnąć vindictively toward the upcoming funeral in Polszy, who had not had zagościć leaders half of the world.
glad Obama could go to a scheduled round of golf on Sunday.
Thus, again, we all have this country in the ass .
Sighing, I tell you ...
sad that our fate.
-V,
