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Pi pi pi pi pi pi pi pi pi ... is the sound that warns us in the tail of the highway or street that is full speed ahead in the ranks of more race cars dangerous and harmful of our dysfunctional society, then the underworld: the motor. The speed with which the sound of the horn increases in intensity gives an idea of \u200b\u200bthe speed with which the plague is coming up and only reached the windows and pray for our mirrors.

The motor I hate waking up in sulfur, and reflecting on the hours of queuing, I discovered that it is not them per se but by the characteristics that have allowed them to redefine the term which they are named: total lack of common sense (this and the next might hate it), commission-flagrant violations with impunity, and, perhaps most importantly, they are beasts with others, able to wound and to kill without reason (assuming there is good cause).

These animals on two wheels, the only good thing they've done is enhance the import of Chinese bikes, they believe they own the street, oncoming in the lawless towns (tamarind, comes around her I'd hate them) , break and scratch our cars with impunity for their inexperience or carelessness, who work mototaxistas endanger the lives of passengers risky, the thugs they steal shamelessly, sometimes en masse, and if any of these pests see her weaving interrupted by Channel change our car, I'd appreciate a kick or break glass with his helmet. Worse, the guild is that they are more united-and they know it-so that any battle is hopelessly lost in seconds since multiplied and gather around the victim, and many drivers have ended up paying defenseless Motorbike guilty to save the scalp. And talk to them? Ja! Or they were people.

My God, what city you live?! How is it possible that any motorcycle zagaletón can do what he wants without an end? Unfortunately, the only para'o to get these irrational beings is death or injury sustained as a result of his daring stunts in traffic, because in Caracas, at least is no intervention by the authorities in control of their incivility. Is also unfortunate that not even glimpse the intention of seeking a solution for that, at least, our children enjoy a better city.

Where are the educational campaigns? Where is the police enforcing the law? What has to happen before the authorities realize that we are crazy and exploiting these damn helpless because we have fences? Say what you want, but while there is much freedom, there is no hope.

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My neighbors and their music a million ... Suck my Genesis

not really hate my neighbors. It is they who make their laissez faire approach to hate me need for rest, need common to all human beings, and especially those who work hard for 6 out of 7 days.


The thing is this: the windows of my apartment are all to a pension which are 5 or 6 families. One, two floors below me, about 50 feet away in a straight line, is the happy possessor of an excellent sound system, which put reggaeton, vallenato, champeta, bachata (the poor), hip hop, and all those products of human ingenuity that have hit record entrepreneurs become millionaires with this mess. Ojo! the producers themselves do not endure, they listen to Beethoven, Tom Jobim, or Gurrufío Assembly.

The problem, besides that I do not like what you hear, is that the power of your computer is such that even closing my windows (I have no air conditioning), I can not hear my own TV. The solution would, theoretically, put my own music at a level sufficient to mask the noise emitted by deaf down there. But is that the types put their hype Saturday at 6 am and I always wake up with your shit boricua: cachorriiiita you are my mom, I'm your dog and I moldelte!

Once I took the space between one piece and another to send them to shut their lungs, but the discordant scream at 6:30 am was worth a week of dysphonia. Ñoesum ...

really hate her unconsciousness, lack of neighborhood and cultural hatred as they are so fucking poor who do not know, at least, Simon Diaz.

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Hello! Let me give you my welcome to A would hate space completely free of the underworld, traffic, motorized, government and the people who use the speaker phone in the subway for music ... but that is about them and other ills that afflict our society and serves as a drain, to banish impotence imposed on us by civility.

Already in the nineteenth century what Bolivar said: "Moral and lights are our first needs, "" A being without education is an incomplete being, "" An ignorant people is a blind instrument of its own destruction ", yes, education is important! And the lack of it, gives life to our blog and death to our society. The poor promotion

presents a Venezuelan tourist friendly, helpful, simple, caring, hardworking, funny, among other virtues. A cool type, then. No less true that we often confianzudos countrymen, abusers, foster corrupt, lazy, with a blatant lack of common sense, inconsiderate neighbor to the limit and, in general, with very little civility.

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A is a space I'd hate to download the things we hate in this rotten society. One of the bad things that most people are complaining of crime. Theft, assault, abduction, but almost nobody pays attention to the little things that pave the way for greater evils: the discourtesy, disorder, indiscretion, bribery ...

I hate the lack of courtesy, the malandreo, the gratuitous insult, which is the source of many confusions and problems. This often results in unusual cases, such as that Caraque that claimed the life of his friend magallanero, amid the celebrations of the Venezuelan baseball championship.

Baseball offers an interesting case. During a game of the final Caracas - Magallanes, a Caracas player dealt a huge career home run to score. When he arrived at home, who knows why, he told a rival the beautiful phrase "the Suck my balls, mamagüevo! " (in Venezuela balls is the penis). This created a nice brawl, and while this was happening, the narrators of the TV did not know whether to laugh or hide. In addition, the TV went repetition the scene several times to ensure that everyone could read his lips the words, not heard.

Just 15 years ago a word like that, loose on the street was enough for everyone you looked really bad. Today, the word is commonly used to refer to the friend, buddy, the buddy. And then, pa 'where are we going?