Fuck your mother and run away

Últimas mediciones en la province antes de la progre elección 2007 (dos hombres con las manos ensangrentadas y con máscaras de mujeres pelean por el poder: como siempre, ganará la mejor); hay deportistas, ancianos, rentistas, dinosaurios, hombres-lobo, señoras del jockey: como decían en La Familia Ingalls: en la variedad está la diversión.

Por suerte, gane quien gane, la abeja reina de Calafate, o la de Recoleta, los chicos van a estar mejor (las mujeres son mucho más maternales, no?).

¿Qué elijo para pasear el finde? Varela, Matanza, Moreno, San Fernando, San Miguel, Tigre?

Respecto de la frase de Capusotto en la entrevista de Grillo, agregaría un paréntesis: El gobierno k es menemismo con (ciertos) derechos humanos.

Pequeñas y sutiles ruletas rusas: el arte del buen encuestador, como el de algunos artistas, políticos, taxistas y taxi boys, es bajar lo más posible, recaudar lo más que se pueda, parecer super genuino en el menor tiempo posble, arriesgar el cuerpo, pero siempre con la suficiente inteligencia para apartarlo en el momento preciso.

Los Pistols: buen soundtrack para pasear por el conurbano.

Holidays in the Sun

Cheap holiday in other peoples misery

I don't wanna holiday in the sun

I wanna see some history Cause now

I got a reasonable economy

Now I got a reason

Now I got a reason and I'm still waiting

In sensurround sound in a two inch wall

I was waiting for the communist call

I don't ask for sunshine and I got World War three

I'm looking over the wall and they're looking at me

Now I got a reason

God save the queen

her fascist regime

it made you a moron

a potential H bomb!

God save the queen she ain't no human being

there is no future in England's dreaming

Don't be told what you want

don't be told what you need

there's no future no future no future for you

God save the queen

we mean it man

we love our queen

God save the queen

cos tourists are money

and our figurehead is not what she seems

Oh god save history

god save your mad parade

Oh lord god have mercy

all crimes are paid

And when there's no future how can there be sin

we're the flowers in the dustbin

we're the poison in your human machine

we're the future your future

God save the queen

we mean it man

we love our queen

god saves God save the queen

Suburban kid, ya got no name

Two ton(e) baby and ya got no brain

I bet you're only happy in suburbian dream

But I'm only laughing cause you ain't in my scheme

Hey baby I love you

I only ever listen when you're on the phone

From your safety where you sit at home

When I got nothin' better to do

Then there is always you

Cause you're good for my shoe

Hey baby I love you

Oh, can't you feel it? No I don't like where you come from

It's just a satellite

And when you look me in the eye

Just remember that I wanna die

Hey baby I love you

You're the name but you can't tell

Lookin' like you just came outta hell

How did ya figure that'd you'd any use?

All you're gonna get is my abuse

Hey baby I love you