Mrs. P., fervent spectator of a newscast of the worst, she says, "and then this Englaro, is now also under investigation because he did take pictures of his daughter and then sold them."
not matter that, as it did Galatea wisely noted, what has distinguished this man in his battle because her daughter could have peace it was the great dignity, which meant that the only photos that have circulated Eluana are those that portrayed the young and smiling, and never those of the its vegetative state, which also would be of great help to his cause. The mystification which still boasts the epithet of information does not grant reprieve. I saw a piece last night, of that newscast. And yet there has been talk of that event, so suggestive, mafia, ventilating without saying that in reality has been a murder. I have the guts cakes, before such squalor, with such a lack of humanity, that conductor rouged that blesses its media power, its ability to throw stones and hide your hand behind the freedom of the press. And the thought that millions of people follow him hypnotized and share those values, so slippery that to arise, that emptiness within.
I wonder if one day we will have the strength to open the windows, all together, and throw millions of televisions in the streets. All in one evening, to express the intellectual liberation from the chains that were posed to our brains, which prevent us from seeing more than the grin of the conductor on duty.
