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Marcello Veneziani Tuesday, January 25, 2011
His country was designed in the likeness of his interests. The King was concerned with the media in various senses, he had his toys for recreation and sport. He also did business with the bad guys on the planet and the country, but no one breathed. His business interests and family weigh heavily on his country which was wound up his debts, but did not damage its privileges. He sold weapons and products considered carcinogenic, but you could not say in public. If its products were worse than those of the competition no one dared to publish a survey on their quality, because the major newspapers to direct and indirect pathways were controlled by him and the others were put up by banks and advertising of its group or subsidiaries. They said a young man who once founded a magazine: Sparla of all, the mob also attacked, but do not touch him and his kingdom. Finish evil, you are close.
The Master liked to enjoy himself so much heavy: little women, cocaine, and more. But no one ever saw a picture hard on his amusements and his babes, never an interception inconvenient, never an investigation, a judge who never dared to cross the gates of its sacred privacy. What had passed for his servile omerta elegant simplicity. The directors were on their knees to him, kissed his feet and if they knew some games or some sad story of his family, in public and put to rest before him purred to please him. King remains a devotee of that benefit is the memory of the pitiful silence of all. Auto da fe. Fortunately, this is a fable, that king, the servants and that country never existed ...
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