3.odboj-máte v rodině postižené totalitním systémem?

Ty kurvo hanebná, na tobě
si obzvlášť dáme záležet. Budeš mluvit jako kniha. Gestapáci –
to byli nějací kabrňáci, ale my to umíme ještě líp. To poznáš!
Zde ukájet své libido a mrzké vlastnosti!

Jakou má Topinka hodnost? Bude se bavit s Králem cyklistiky Armstrongem, který jako první vstoupil na Měsíc a pak, taky podvodem, vyhrál 7x TDF?

JINAK samozřejmě různí rekordmani co dělají maximum být slavní jsou náchylní a předurčení ke kariéře komety, která většinou dle publika na které je orientováno má nějakou dobu kariéry. 

Takový fotablista také čutá do 25 nebo kolika, gymnastka tak do 18 a tak dále.

A když je zpěvák nebo zpěvačka zaměřena na náctileté, tak má také krátkou kariéru tak do 35, možná méně.

Proto považuji za mimořádně nechutné co bulvár , který svině zas*aná Novotný zavedl zde, pronásleduje "dohasínající hvězdy" a vysmívá se jejich odchodu z výsluní, jejich vzhledu u žen, zdravotnímu stavu, zanedbanému zevnějšku atd., mnohou osobností takto pronásledoval, menovitě  Kratochvílovou , Lenku Kořínkovou, Bartošovou, atd.

Lenka Kořínková (60): Koupelnu si udělala na zastávce!

ZDE si našel NOVOTNÝ další oběť, který popisuje jeho praktiky a jeho modus operandi jak štve kořist a dělá ji život  peklem a vyloženě ji dělá zajámavou pro to ji zničit a vytěžit bulvárem, doslova ji uštve:

https://1url.cz/T1gJm
 

Tenhle mediální sebezvaný exost se nadral jak do politiky, tak je zvaný a byl viděn chodit do katedrály na nějaké významné události a dokonce se baví i s biskupem ve fialovém před katedrálou "na cigáru" jednoduš má chuť zvrhnout celou společnost včetně kléru..

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Cynik - realista (So, 21. 12. 2024 - 05:12)

Česko dnes: Vláda nemůže být s občany spokojena. Lidé chybují téměř ve všem

Po třech letech vlády Petra Fialy si naši občané vystavili nepěkné vysvědčení, když se ukazuje, že mnozí z nich vůbec nezvládají výzvy, jež jim vláda předkládá. Jako by nepochopili, že nejlepší vládu si musí také trochu zasloužit.

Soudnému člověku zůstává rozum stát, podívá-li se na aktuální vývoj volebních preferencí. Ty bohužel nelze hodnotit jinak, než jako zásadní selhání českých občanů, protože je zcela absurdní, aby vládě nedůvěřovaly tři čtvrtiny občanů a bezvýhradnou podporu jí vyjádřila pouhá dvě procenta občanů. Nelze snad v evropských dějinách nalézt příklad, kdy by petrohradské trolí farmy dokázaly natolik ovlivnit doposud celkem soudné obyvatelstvo, aby takto zklamalo. Určitou nadějí zůstává skutečnost, že koalici Spolu vyjádřilo podporu cca 18 % občanů a hnutí STAN cca 9 %. Budou ale tato procenta zodpovědných stačit? A je v pořádku, že i ti podporující nepodporují vládu bezvýhradně? A co těch více než 70 % občanů, kteří nepodporují? Co tím sledují? Komu tím nahrávají? Mnoho otázek, na které se zatím nedostává odpovědí.

https://1url.cz/p1g13

Přesně.

Republiku si rozvracet nedáme!

Neuvědomělé obyvatelstvo na sobě musí hodně zapracovat, takhle ten bruselský socialismus nevybudujeme.

Pokud by někdo ze stáda dutých hlav nepochopil, že citovaná pasáž byla ironií, nechť si počte:

Vláda drží evropské hodnoty. Zbavila nás závislosti na ruském plynu, který k nám v současné době sice proudí, ale kdybychom si dupli, tak by neproudil. Ceny energií a potravin vláda zkrotila, o tom, jak sám premiér tvrdě tlačil na obchodní řetězce, už bylo napsáno mnohé, a objektivně je třeba říci, že právě díky tomu ceny některých potravin v čase předvánočním mnoha občanům t

Tož chlapi neblbněte. Vyserte se na ty politiky! Budou Vánoce. 🎄🎄🎄🎁 🌠 🎅  😃😃😃

TOM TIT TOT ONCE UPON A TIME there was a woman, and she baked five pies. And when they came out of the oven, they were that overbaked the crusts were too hard to eat. So she says to her daughter: “Darter,” says she, “put you them there pies on the shelf, and leave ‘em there a little, and they’ll come again.”—She meant, you know, the crust would get soft. But the girl, she says to herself: “Well, if they’ll come again, I’ll eat ‘em now.” And she set to work and ate ‘em all, first and last. Well, come supper-time the woman said: “Go you, and get one o’ them there pies. I dare say they’ve come again now.” The girl went and she looked, and there was nothing but the dishes. So back she came and says she: “Noo, they ain’t come again.” “Not one of ‘em?” says the mother. “Not one of ‘em,” says she. “Well, come again, or not come again,” said the woman “I’ll have one for supper.” “But you can’t, if they ain’t come,” said the girl. “But I can,” says she. “Go you, and bring the best of ‘em.” “Best or worst,” says the girl, “I’ve ate ‘em all, and you can’t have one till that’s come again.” Well, the woman she was done, and she took her spinning to the door to spin, and as she span she sang: “My darter ha’ ate five, five pies to-day. My darter ha’ ate five, five pies to-day.” The king was coming down the street, and he heard her sing, but what she sang he couldn’t hear, so he stopped and said: “What was that you were singing, my good woman?” The woman was ashamed to let him hear what her daughter had been doing, so she sang, instead of that: “My darter ha’ spun five, five skeins to-day. My darter ha’ spun five, five skeins to-day.”

“Stars o’ mine!” said the king, “I never heard tell of any one that could do that.” Then he said: “Look you here, I want a wife, and I’ll marry your daughter. But look you here,” says he, “eleven months out of the year she shall have all she likes to eat, and all the gowns she likes to get, and all the company she likes to keep; but the last month of the year she’ll have to spin five skeins every day, and if she don’t I shall kill her.” “All right,” says the woman; for she thought what a grand marriage that was. And as for the five skeins, when the time came, there’d be plenty of ways of getting out of it, and likeliest, he’d have forgotten all about it. Well, so they were married. And for eleven months the girl had all she liked to eat, and all the gowns she liked to get, and all the company she liked to keep. But when the time was getting over, she began to think about the skeins and to wonder if he had ‘em in mind. But not one word did he say about ‘em, and she thought he’d wholly forgotten ‘em. However, the last day of the last month he takes her to a room she’d never set eyes on before. There was nothing in it but a spinning-wheel and a stool. And says he: “Now, my dear, here you’ll be shut in to-morrow with some victuals and some flax, and if you haven’t spun five skeins by the night, your head’ll go off.” And away he went about his business. Well, she was that frightened, she’d always been such a gatless girl, that she didn’t so much as know how to spin, and what was she to do to-morrow with no one to come nigh her to help her? She sat down on a stool in the kitchen, and law! how she did cry! However, all of a sudden she heard a sort of a knocking low down on the door. She upped and oped it, and what should she see but a small little black thing with a long tail.

“Well,” says she, “that won’t do no harm, if that don’t do no good,” and she upped and told about the pies, and the skeins, and everything. “This is what I’ll do,” says the little black thing, “I’ll come to your window every morning and take the flax and bring it spun at night.” “What’s your pay?” says she. That looked out of the corner of that’s eyes, and that said: “I’ll give you three guesses every night to guess my name, and if you haven’t guessed it before the month’s up you shall be mine.” Well, she thought she’d be sure to guess that’s name before the month was up. “All right,” says she, “I agree.” “All right,” that says, and law! how that twirled that’s tail. Well, the next day, her husband took her into the room, and there was the flax and the day’s food. “Now there’s the flax,” says he, “and if that ain’t spun up this night, off goes your head.” And then he went out and locked the door. He’d hardly gone, when there was a knocking against the window. She upped and she oped it, and there sure enough was the little old thing sitting on the ledge. “Where’s the flax?” says he. “Here it be,” says she. And she gave it to him. Well, come the evening a knocking came again to the window. She upped and she oped it, and there was the little old thing with five skeins of flax on his arm. “Here it be,” says he, and he gave it to her. “Now, what’s my name?” says he. “What, is that Bill?” says she. “Noo, that ain’t,” says he, and he twirled his tail. “Is that Ned?” says she. “Noo, that ain’t,” says he, and he twirled his tail. “Well, is that Mark?” says she. “Noo, that ain’t,” says he, and he twirled his tail harder, and away he flew. Well, when her husband came in, there were the five skeins ready for him. “I see I shan’t have to kill you to-night, my dear,” says he; “you’ll

every day that there little black impet used to come mornings and evenings. And all the day the girl sat trying to think of names to say to it when it came at night. But she never hit on the right one. And as it got towards the end of the month, the impet began to look so maliceful, and that twirled that’s tail faster and faster each time she gave a guess. At last it came to the last day but one. The impet came at night along with the five skeins, and that said, “What, ain’t you got my name yet?” “Is that Nicodemus?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t,” that says. “Is that Sammle?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t,” that says. “A-well, is that Methusalem?” says she. “Noo, t’ain’t that neither,” that says. Then that looks at her with that’s eyes like a coal o’ fire, and that says: “Woman, there’s only to-morrow night, and then you’ll be mine!” And away it flew. Well, she felt that horrid. However, she heard the king coming along the passage. In he came, and when he sees the five skeins, he says, says he, “Well, my dear,” says he, “I don’t see but what you’ll have your skeins ready to-morrow night as well, and as I reckon I shan’t have to kill you, I’ll have supper in here to-night.” So they brought supper, and another stool for him, and down the two sat. Well, he hadn’t eaten but a mouthful or so, when he stops and begins to laugh. “What is it?” says she. “A-why,” says he, “I was out a-hunting to-day, and I got away to a place in the wood I’d never seen before And there was an old chalk-pit. And I heard a kind of a sort of a humming. So I got off my hobby, and I went right quiet to the pit, and I looked down. Well, what should there be but the funniest little black thing you ever set eyes on. And what was that doing, but that had a little spinning-wheel, and that was spinning wonderful fast

Well, when the girl heard this, she felt as if she could have jumped out of her skin for joy, but she didn’t say a word. Next day that there little thing looked so maliceful when he came for the flax. And when night came, she heard that knocking against the window panes. She oped the window, and that come right in on the ledge. That was grinning from ear to ear, and Oo! that’s tail was twirling round so fast. “What’s my name?” that says, as that gave her the skeins. “Is that Solomon?” she says, pretending to be afeard. “Noo, t’ain’t,” that says, and that came further into the room. “Well, is that Zebedee?” says she again. “Noo, t’ain’t,” says the impet. And then that laughed and twirled that’s tail till you couldn’t hardly see it. “Take time, woman,” that says; “next guess, and you’re mine.” And that stretched out that’s black hands at her. Well, she backed a step or two, and she looked at it, and then she laughed out, and says she, pointing her finger at it: “NIMMY NIMMY NOT, YOUR NAME’S TOM TIT TOT!” Well, when that heard her, that gave an awful shriek and away that flew into the dark, and she never saw it any more. THE THREE SILLIES ONCE UPON A TIME there was a farmer and his wife who had one daughter, and she was courted by a gentleman. Every evening he used to come and see her, and stop to supper at the farmhouse, and the daughter used to be sent down into the cellar to draw the beer for supper. So one evening she had gone down to draw the beer, and she happened to look up at the ceiling while she was drawing, and she saw a mallet stuck in one of the beams. It must have been there a long, long time, but somehow or other she had never noticed it before, and she began a-thinking. And she thought it was very dangerous to have that mallet there, for she said to herself

see after her, and she found her sitting on the settle crying, and the beer running over the floor. “Why, whatever is the matter?” said her mother. “Oh, mother!” says she, “look at that horrid mallet! Suppose we was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down to the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!” “Dear, dear! what a dreadful thing it would be!” said the mother, and she sat her down aside of the daughter and started a-crying too. Then after a bit the father began to wonder that they didn’t come back, and he went down into the cellar to look after them himself, and there they two sat a-crying, and the beer running all over the floor. “Whatever is the matter?” says he. “Why,” says the mother, “look at that horrid mallet. Just suppose, if our daughter and her sweetheart was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to draw the beer, and the mallet was to fall on his head and kill him, what a dreadful thing it would be!” “Dear, dear, dear! so it would!” said the father, and he sat himself down aside of the other two, and started a-crying. Now the gentleman got tired of stopping up in the kitchen by himself, and at last he went down into the cellar too, to see what they were after; and there they three sat a-crying side by side, and the beer running all over the floor. And he ran straight and turned the tap. Then he said: “Whatever are you three doing, sitting there crying, and letting the beer run all over the floor?” “Oh!” says the father, “look at that horrid mallet! Suppose you and our daughter was to be married, and was to have a son, and he was to grow up, and was to come down into the cellar to

came to a woman’s cottage that had some grass growing on the roof. And the woman was trying to get her cow to go up a ladder to the grass, and the poor thing durst not go. So the gentleman asked the woman what she was doing. “Why, lookye,” she said, “look at all that beautiful grass. I’m going to get the cow on to the roof to eat it. She’ll be quite safe, for I shall tie a string round her neck, and pass it down the chimney, and tie it to my wrist as I go about the house, so she can’t fall off without my knowing it.” “Oh, you poor silly!” said the gentleman, “you should cut the grass and throw it down to the cow!” But the woman thought it was easier to get the cow up the ladder than to get the grass down, so she pushed her and coaxed her and got her up, and tied a string round her neck, and passed it down the chimney, and fastened it to her own wrist. And the gentleman went on his way, but he hadn’t gone far when the cow tumbled off the roof, and hung by the string tied round her neck, and it strangled her. And the weight of the cow tied to her wrist pulled the woman up the chimney, and she stuck fast halfway and was smothered in the soot. Well, that was one big silly. And the gentleman went on and on, and he went to an inn to stop the night, and they were so full at the inn that they had to put him in a double-bedded room, and another traveller was to sleep in the other bed. The other man was a very pleasant fellow, and they got very friendly together; but in the morning, when they were both getting up, the gentleman was surprised to see the other hang his trousers on the knobs of the chest of drawers and run across the room and try to jump into them, and he tried over and over again, and couldn’t manage it; and the gentleman wondered whatever he was doing it for. At l