Tito Quotes

Depends on the dog. Big country dogs like these? Yeah. It's the fancy city ones that give me trouble. Overbred, Dad says. Makes them skittish and screws up their wiring. I had a Chihuahua attack me last year." He showed me a faint scar on his hand. "Took a good chunk out." I sputtered a laugh. "A Chihuahua?" "Hey, that thing was more vicious than a pit bull. I was at a park with Simon, kicking around a ball. All of a sudden, this little rat dog comes tearing out of nowhere, jumps up, and clamps down on my hand. Wouldn't let go. I'm shaking it, and the owner's yelling at me not to hurt little Tito. I finally get the dog off. I'm bleeding all over that place and the guy never even apologizes.

Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin Jack Latoya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! Santo Rita Meata Mater Ringo Jonah Tito Marlin Jack Latoya Janet Michael Dumbledora the Explorer! I've summoned you from the depths of Hell. Show yourself!" (Britain) "You kolled?" (Russia) "I wasn't calling you!" (Britain) -Britain and Russia

We have spilt an ocean of blood for the brotherhood and unity of our peoples and we shall not allow anyone to touch or destroy it from within.

Let that man be a Bosnian, Herzegovinian. Outside they don't call you by another name, except simply a Bosnian. Whether that be a Muslim (Bosniak), Serb or Croat. Everyone can be what they feel that they are, and no one has a right to force a nationality upon them.

None of our republics would be anything if we weren't all together; but we have to create our own history - history of United Yugoslavia, also in the future.

El sol no se ha puesto aún por última vez.

Stalin: Stop sending people to kill me! We’ve already captured five of them, one with a bomb and another with a rifle… If you don’t stop sending killers, I’ll send one to Moscow, and I won’t have to send another

-Pero Tito, ¿qué esperabas? -respingó mi tío- ¿qué se casaran y tuvieran muchos hijitos? Es una historia de horror, de eso se trata. Los finales felices son un invento del cine, están pensados para que los espectadores coman más palomitas .

No one questioned "who is a Serb, who is a Croat, who is a Muslim (Bosniak)" we were all one people, that's how it was back then, and I still think it is that way today.

Habits form and habits grow, Then some time later, habits go.

Education is that component which brings in a meaningful relationship between the happenings around us and how our senses experience them.

Ja sam kod kuće upitao oca kako to da drug Tito ima toliko desnih, a samo jednu lijevu ruku, našto je otac zavapio: - Samo da se već jednom iskobelja iz tog vrtića pa da odahnem.

I am the leader of one country which has two alphabets, three languages, four religions, five nationalities, six republics, surrounded by seven neighbours, a country in which live eight ethnic minorities.

S druge strane, Francuska revolucija 1789. nije počela zato što su potlačeni žudeli za bratstvom, jednakošću i slobodom, već zato što je hleb poskupeo toliko da više nisu mogli da ga kupuju. Svaka revolucija počinje od pijace, ma koliko se posle trtljalo o idealima.

A decade ago young people en masse began declaring themselves as Yugoslavs. It was a form of rising Yugoslav nationalism, which was a reaction to brotherhood and unity and a feeling of belonging to a single socialist self-managing society. This pleased me greatly.

Baka ako naman talaga ang nawala, ako, si Tito Tony, si Lola Bining, kaming mga naiwan, baka kami naman talaga ang nawala. Kailangan bang iyong laging umalis ang nawala, nawawala? Baka nga mas natagpuan nila ang sarili sa paglayo.

Everything in the universe is a process, and every process takes time. So, all in its due time. - Doctor Kusloff Maenard.

During the war, a battle was fought here, not only for the creation of a new Yugoslavia, but also a battle for Bosnia and Herzegovina as a sovereign republic. To some generals and leaders their position on this was not quite clear. I never once doubted my stance on Bosnia. I always said that Bosnia and Herzegovina cannot belong to this or that, only to the people that lived there since the beginning of time.

Stalin tried to kill Yugoslavian leader Tito 22 times. Tito then wrote a letter in reply saying: "Stop sending people to kill me. If you don't stop sending killers, I'll send one to Moscow, and I won't have to send a second.

It takes a monster to destroy a monster" - Kalther Janasen

One day I dream that we can grow in a matured society where nobody would be 'normal or abnormal' but just human beings, accepting any other human being -- ready to grow together.

Tito snored away on the other bed. Out there, all around them to the last fringes of occupancy, were Toobfreex at play in the video universe, the tropic isle, the Long Branch Saloon, the Starship Enterprise, Hawaiian crime fantasies, cute kids in make-believe living rooms with invisible audiences to laugh at everything they did, baseball highlights, Vietnam footage, helicopter gunships and firefights, and midnight jokes, and talking celebrities, and a slave girl in a bottle, and Arnold the pig, and here was Doc, on the natch, caught in a low-level bummer he couldn’t find a way out of, about how the Psychedelic Sixties, this little parenthesis of light, might close after all, and all be lost, taken back into darkness…

At the age of three, Tito Mukhopadhyay was diagnosed with severe autism, but his mother, Soma, refused to accept the conventional wisdom of the time that her son would be unable to interact with the outside world. She read to him, taught him to write in English, and challenged him to write his own stories.

A TUZZO LANTO Poici di Pare TANto SAca TULna TI, na PUta TUchi PUti TI la. RUNto CAta CHANto CHANta MANto CHI la TI da. YALta CAra SULda MI la CHAta Picha Pino Tito BRALda pe te CHIna nana CHUNda lala CHINda lala CHUNda! RONto piti CA le, a TANto CHINto quinta LALda ola TiNta dalla LALta, YENta PUcha lalla TALta!

Talking about independence makes me wonder, Who is truly independent in this world? A farmer who grows food is dependent on a baker, a barber, a doctor, and so on. A doctor is dependent on other people of different professions in order to survive. I am dependent and will be dependent on certain caregivers and therapists. Those caregivers and therapists need people like me to earn their bread and butter and draw their salaries. So no one is doing any favors when choosing whatever his means of livelihood is.

As aves aproximavam-se por cima de nossas cabeças até que me dei conta do que se tratava. Eram imensos. — SANTO DARWIN! — não pude conter o espanto.

Ningún favor produce una gratitud menos permanente que el don de la libertad, especialmente entre aquellos pueblos que están dispuestos a hacer mal uso de ella.

Svetlana said that when she was in the first grade, kids would torture each other in the playground by asking, “Who do you love more, Comrade Tito or your own mother?

Just then Selena bombs into the kitchen. She drops her keys on the counter and brandishes a bottle of Tito’s. “You know what passes the time?” she says. “Shots.

When Tito was born, I was writing my fifth novel. That was how I saw my future: living in Venice and jumping from novel to novel. Tito's birth changed all that.

«Justa es la guerra para quienes es necesaria, y santas las armas cuando son la única esperanza», cita de Tito Livio IX, 1.

O temor era desesperador. Era também um alento. Eu só conseguia ter certeza que Tito ainda estava vivo quando temia que ele estivesse morrendo. Para poder morrer, Tito tinha de estar vivo.

Com essa reflexão, Tito finalmente se decidiu. Precisava dormir um pouco, mas, depois, iria em defesa do filhote. O primeiro que conhecera da raça: o pobre de um filhote de lobisomem vira-latas. Um lobo de rua.

Maria Orsic, a stunning beauty and an unusual medium was not an obscure personality. She was known to many celebrities of the era and had a fleet of very powerful admirers and friends both in Germany and abroad; famous, brilliant and influential people like Charles Lindbergh, Nikola Tesla, Marshal Tito of Yugoslavia, Henry Ford, Eva Peron, and the most illustrious figures in the spiritualism, parapsychological and psychical research in Great Britain. This was reported by Allies intelligence and documented by OSS operatives in Europe.

The men in bars, who explain every dark secret of this world, Tito, have you noticed, no secret requires more than three drinks to explain. Who killed the Kennedys? Three drinks. America’s real motive in Iraq? Three drinks. The three-drink answers can never contain the truth. The

Questa luce, cioè la storia, è spietata; essa ha questo di strano e di divino, e cioè che quantunque sia luce, e precisamente perché è luce, mette spesso dell'ombra là dove si vedono raggi; dello stesso uomo fa due fantasmi differenti, e l'uno attacca l'altro, e ne fa giustizia, e le tenebre del despota lottano con lo splendore del capitano. Da qui, una misura più vera nell'apprezzamento definitivo dei popoli. Babilonia violata diminuisce Alessandro; Roma incatenata diminuisce Cesare; Gerusalemme uccisa diminuisce Tito. La tirannia segue il tiranno. E' una sventura per un uomo lasciare dietro di sé dell'ombra che ha la forma sua.

Note 54. I have often pondered whether Herman Hesse's The Glass Bead Game painted, perhaps not fully consciously, a good picture of what this new world could look like: a small and poor cultural en intellectual elite living in a secluded 'Castalia,' but that performed the glass bead game - an abstract synthesis of the arts and science -to tie together and give meaning to existence as well as the world as a whole. Remember that Castalia has a diplomatic wing whose role is to negotiate with the outside world to keep its funding. Of course Knecht leaves in the end, but there is one way of reading his ultimate drowning as a sacrifice so that the overman - Tito - can live.

I feel it’s time to start a movement for equal, non-discriminatory facilities at discos. I ask, why are there no wheel chairs at Titos? Why can’t they have ‘Geriatric Nites’ as well? We could all go there, take off our dentures and have wild time, while sipping our chicken soup. Come think of it, they could also offer a free dialysis with every drink!

Adria, meine Tochter, du solltest wie unser Meer heißen! Unser schönes Meer! Wir haben gesungen! Gelacht! – Split! Das war eine Perle der Adria.

Apparently the Yugoslavs compensate for general societal slowness once they get behind the wheel of a vehicle.

The rule of mirrors. So many possibilities. We seek until we find a true reflection of ourselves,

It's preferable to die than to lose the life.

La vida es el infierno de los necios

Nada hay que pedir a quien nada ha de dar

My words to Anna, as we stood contemplating the Scuola Grande di San Marco, moments before entering Venice Hospital, came true: 'With a façade like that, I could even accept having a deformed child.' I accepted Tito's cerebral palsy. I accepted it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I accepted it with delight. I accepted it with enthusiasm. I accepted it with love.

If personal vengeance were the only factor I could, as you suggested, go and stick a knife in him and finish it, but that would be accepting the intolerable doctrine that man’s sole responsibility is to his ego. That was the doctrine of Hitler, as it is now of Malenkov and Tito and Franco and Senator McCarthy; masquerading as a basis of freedom, it is the oldest and toughest of the enemies of freedom.

Tan difícil resulta la moderación en la defensa de la libertad: mientras se simula pretender la igualdad, cada uno se encumbra a sí mismo a costa de rebajar al otro, y mientras se busca evitar el temor, uno se convierte a sí mismo en temible, y la injusticia que rechazamos de nosotros mismos se la inflingimos a otros, como si no hubiera más alternativa que cometerla o padecerla. Historia de Roma desde su fundación

Wary, my jaw still slack, I turn back toward Titos. Slowly, like he doesn’t want to startle me, Poseidon’s Drakon slithers toward me. He lays his head across my boot and stares at me with those lidless eyes. Still sprawled on my backside, I cringe and tense to kick him off me, but his tongue shoots out and curls around my calf. Adrenaline spikes in my blood. I think the snake just hugged me. I’m disturbed. Very disturbed.

The documentary and anecdotal evidence is overwhelming and indisputable; the Red Army, which had behaved so heroically on the battlefield, raped the women of Germany as part of their reward, with the active collusion of their officers up to and including Stalin. Indeed he explicitly excused their behaviour on more than one occasion, seeing it as part of the rights of the conqueror. ‘What is so awful in his having fun with a woman, after such horrors?’ Stalin asked Marshal Tito about the ordinary Russian soldier in April 1945. ‘You have imagined the Red Army to be ideal. And it is not ideal, nor can it be…

Šta me ovdje veže? Moja djeca više ovdje neće moći živjeti nikad. Mržnja među nacijama je prevelika da bi se moglo ne znati da nešto takvo i ne postoji. A moja djeca će biti kao ja. Mogu znati da postoje neki Srbi, Hrvati i Muslimani samo teoretski. Ne smiju znati mržnju i krv i ubice. Ne moraju doživjeti ništa slično. Ne smiju! Ovdje se svako nekoliko decenija neko pobije. Uvijek isto. Neke osvete za smrti od prije nekoliko decenija. Uvijek isti protiv istih. Tito nije imao pravo. Nije bio dovoljno strog. Trebao je biti oštriji. Neka ti što mrze i ubijaju ginu sami i među sobom. Ne mi... Ne ja i moja djeca. Mi nemamo ništa s tim. Ja sam smrti svojih djedova davno oprostio. Neću se svetiti nikome. Neću ništa o tome ni da znam. Hoću mir. Hoću da budem normalan

The Soviets replaced him with a non-Jewish figure, Imre Nagy. Nagy was a Communist, but a reformer rather than a Stalinist. He had stood out from the beginning of his political career, when in the 1920s he had been sent to prison for his Communist beliefs and had arrived there wearing a bowler hat. “A Communist with bowler hat!” exclaimed the Hungarian journalist Tibor Méray. “He must be a different kind of Communist.”6 Later, he got into trouble with his party for refusing to stand at attention when “The Internationale” was played. It had been suggested in the press and in American State Department documents that he could be a Hungarian version of Josip Broz Tito, the charismatic president of Yugoslavia: unique among Eastern Bloc leaders for publicly splitting from Stalin’s Soviet Union.

Nejsou-li řeči doktora Vlacha zrovna osobní, dají se docela dobře poslouchat. Vypravuje velmi živě, dovede napodobovat způsob řeči lidí, o nichž vykládá, a přitom se obyčejně tak upřímně rozhorluje, že je to zábavné. Stmívalo se čím dále tím více a v přestávkách mezi řečí občas zazářil ohníček doktorovy cigarety. Bývaly doby, řečnil, kdy člověk, který šil boty, říkal si švec. A nejen že si to říkal, měl to také napsáno na vývěsním štítu, kde vedle obrázku vysoké dámské šněrovací boty bylo napsáno třeba: Alois Krátký, švec. A ten pan Krátký, mistr ševcovský, sedával večer u piva a vedl takovéhle řeči: "Milej zlatej, když já vám ušiju nový boty, můžete v nich jít pěšky na pouť na Svatou horu a zase zpátky za jedinej den, a až se vrátíte, tak nebudete línej a přijdete mi poděkovat, i kdyby to bylo v deset hodin večer. Takový já šiju boty." Jak víte, povídal dále doktor Vlach, ševci vymřeli. Nestalo se to tím, že by na ně přišla nějaká nemoc nebo že je zničila Baťova továrna. Přišla horší pohroma. V příští generaci se z nějakých naprosto nepochopitelných důvodů začal švec stydět za to, že je ševcem, truhlář, že je truhlářem, zámečník, že je zámečníkem. Syn mistra Krátkého pracuje na tátově verpánku v témže kumbálku, ale na firmě má napsáno: výroba obuvi. Já vím, rozčiloval se doktor, že kdyby jeho táta vstal z mrtvých, že by vlastnoručně tu firmu sundal a řekl by synovi: "Tak ty se stydíš za tátovo řemeslo? Copak ty jsi nějaká výroba obuvi? Ty jsi švec! Vždyť je to učiněná hrůza. Člověk kouká po firmách a vůbec to nepoznává. A co ten Volek naproti? Ten se také nějak zmohl. Má tam napsáno: tovární sklad nábytku. On má továrnu?" Syn by shovívavě vysvětloval, že Volek nemá továrnu, že je to jen taková reklama, víš? "Reklama?" vybuchl by starý pán, "u mne to není reklama, u mne je to lež, klamání lidí a jalová pejcha. Reklama je u mne poctivě udělaná bota nebo jarmara." Doktor Vlach povídal, že toho starého pána by to rozčilovalo, ale my že už jsme na to zvyklí. Přečteme firmu a hned si ji v duchu přeložíme do prosté mluvy obecné. Pánský módní salón, to je přece krejčí, návrhy, dekorace, interiéry, to je malíř pokojů, výroba železných konstrukcí, to je malý zámečník s jedním učněm, protože kdyby to byli dva takoví, tak už to budou spojené strojírny nebo tak nějak. Továrna dehtových výrobků, nad tím už byste zaváhali. Jen se nedejte zmásti, to je náš starý známý mistr pokrývač, a dehtové výrobky, které potřebuje, si z některé továrny pěkně kupuje. Já ho náhodou znám. Skutečnost, že dnešní řemeslníci se většinou za své řemeslo stydí, je zastíněna tím, jak se stydí dnešní výrobky za své původce. Předměty jsou tu jen proto, aby za ně byla zaplacena příslušná cena, ale zatvrzele odmítají sloužit svému účelu. A neříkejte mi, povídal doktor Vlach, že vidím příliš černě. Že ještě dnes jsou řemeslníci, kteří dělají dobré a poctivé věci, že lze ještě dostat například nábytek provedený tak, že se srdce směje, nábytek, jehož skříně se kupodivu otvírají, aniž je nutno jimi lomcovat, v jehož knihovně se skla posunují lehce, nábytek, který si tyto své vlastnosti udrží dlouhou řadu let. Mám z toho radost, ale většině lidí je to málo platné. Myslím tu převážnou většinu, pro kterou 50 000 korun reprezentuje asi tak celoživotní úspory a ne nábytek do jednoho pokoje. Tito lidé se většinou smířili se svým životním standardem, ale je pochopitelné, že trvají na tom, aby se i jejich skříně otvíraly, skla v knihovně posunovala a aby nedocházelo k paradoxu, který by je nutil, aby proto, že nejsou bohati, musili kupovat každé tři roky nový nábytek.

When, the next morning, Tito put this determination into act he had chosen his colour in the game, and had given an inevitable bent to his wishes. He had made it impossible that he should not from henceforth desire it to be the truth that his father was dead; impossible that he should not be tempted to baseness rather than that the precise facts of his conduct should not remain for ever concealed. Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness. The contaminating effect of deeds often lies less in the commission than in the consequent adjustment of our desires—the enlistment of our self-interest on the side of falsity; as, on the other hand, the purifying influence of public confession springs from the fact, that by it the hope in lies is for ever swept away, and the soul recovers the noble attitude of simplicity.

The boy stuck his hand out politely and shook hers, then extended it to Fergus, his eyes bright as stars in the night sky. "That's cool," he said, looking down at Fergus's hand and turning it sideways so he could get a better look. "You have little webs between your fingers. Does that hep you swim?" Marcus cleared his throat, looking embarrassed. "Tito, dude, it's not polite to comment on people's, um, oddities." He shrugged an apology at Fergus, who just laughed. "I do not mind," Fergus said, grinning at the dark-skinned boy. He leaned down and whispered. "Can you keep a secret? I am actually a Merman from an undersea kingdom; that is why I have webs between my fingers." He held up one bare foot and said in a more normal tone, "Toes, too, see?" Tito's face was a study in conflicting awe and disbelief. "I never heard of a Merman," he said, dubiously. "I thought there were only Mermaids. And they're made up." Fergus snorted. "If you do not have any Mermen, how would get more Mermaids, eh?

... Bu şehirde yaşamak, yüzde yüz korumasız olmak ve her saniye ölümün nefesini ensende hissetmek demek. Çaresizlik duygusu, ölümlülüğümün kapladığı alanı bedenimin doldurmasından kaynaklanıyor ve dur durak bilmeyen bombardıman yüzünden içinde bulunduğu durum insanın aklından hiç çıkmıyor. Ruh sağlığını korumak ancak en iyi korunan sığınağı bulmakla mümkün. Tecrübeyle sabit ki, en etkin sığınak kitaplardan yapılandır. Yakındaki bir tüpgaz deposuna bomba isabet etti ve fıslayarak sızan gaz müthiş bir kokuyla bütün sokağı kapladı. Uzmanlara göre durum tehlike arz ediyordu, ertesi gün büyüklü küçüklü bütün delikleri kitaplarla tıkadık. Belediye kütüphanesinin deposunu sığınağa dönüştürürken kitapları boşalttığımız için malzemeden yana sıkıntımız yoktu. Bomba düştüğünde kitapların şarapnelleri perdeleyip tutma özelliği var. Marksist bir kütüphanede çalıştığı için karısı eve, durmadan Lenin, Engels ve Kardelj'in bedava kitaplarını taşımış olan bir tanıdığımın hayatı o sayede kurtuldu. Tipik bir Kafkari benzetme -kitap kafanızı korur- bizim için gerçek oldu. Saraybosna'da bir şair kendine kitaplardan gerçek bir sığınak inşa etti. Antredeki pencereye, cephedeki ön saflardaki nöbetçi misali, üzerinde "Tito ile Zafere" yazılı vinylex kapaklı lüks ciltli kalın bir kitap koydu...

The boy himself was in the grip of his impulse, without knowing what was happening to him. He was not performing a dance he already knew, a dance he had practiced before. This was no familiar rite of celebrating sun and morning that he had long ago invented. Only later would he realize that his dance and his transported state in general were only partly caused by the mountain air, the sun, the dawn, his sense of freedom. They were also a response to the change awaiting him, the new chapter in his young life that had come in the friendly and awe-inspiring form of the Magister. In that morning hour many elements conspired in the soul of young Tito to shape his destiny and distinguish this hour above a thousand others as a high, a festive, a consecrated time. Without knowing what he was doing, asking no questions, he obeyed the command of this ecstatic moment, danced his worship, prayed to the sun, professed with devout movements and gestures his joy, his faith in life, his piety and reverence, both proudly and submissively offered up in the dance his devout soul as a sacrifice to the sun and the gods, and no less to the man he admired and feared, the sage and musician, the Master of the magic Game who had come to him from mysterious realms, his future teacher and friend.

Tito looked eagerly toward the dark crest of the mountain, behind which the sky pulsed in the morning light. Now a fragment of the rocky ridge flashed violently like a glowing metal beginning to melt. The crest blurred and seemed suddenly lower, as if it were melting down, and from the fiery gap the dazzling sun appeared. Simultaneously, the ground, the house, and their shore of the lake were illuminated, and the two, standing in the strong radiance, instantly felt the delightful warmth of this light. The boy, filled with the solemn beauty of the moment and the glorious sensation of his youth and strength, stretched his limbs with rhythmic arm movements, which his whole body soon took up, celebrating the break of day in an enthusiastic dance and expressing his deep oneness with the surging, radiant elements. His steps flew in joyous homage toward the victorious sun and reverently retreated from it; his outspread arms embraced mountain, lake, and sky; kneeling, he seemed to pay tribute to the earth mother, and extending his hands, to the waters of the lake; he offered himself, his youth, his freedom, his burning sense of is own life, like a festive sacrifice to the powers. The sunlight gleamed on his tanned shoulders; his eyes were half-closed to the dazzle; his young face stared masklike with an expression of inspired, almost fanatical gravity.

You may be wondering: but why? The wise answer: Obstacles and outside opposition are met only by one who has not surrendered his will to God; for God cannot be hindered. A truly pleasing deed for one's neighbor is not mine but God's: it can meet no obstacle. Only against our own plans and desires — to learn, to work, to rest, to eat, or to serve one's neighbor — can some adverse circumstances arise, and then sorrow follows. But for the one who has found the narrow path that leads to life — which is God — there is only one obstacle to overcome, namely his own sinful will. Because in this situation, if he wants to accomplish something but is not allowed to do it, how could he be sad? Besides, someone like this doesn't even make plans (James IV, 13-16).

Poate că te întrebi: dar de ce? Cei înţelepţi răspund: piedici şi împotrivire dinafară întâmpină doar acela care nu şi-a predat voia sa lui Dumnezeu; căci lui Dumnezeu nu I se pot pune piedici. O faptă cu adevărat plăcută pentru aproapele nu este a mea ci a lui Dumnezeu: ea nu poate întâlni nici o piedică. Numai împotriva propriilor noastre planuri şi dorinţe – să învăţ, să lucrez, să mă odihnesc, să mănânc sau să-l slujesc pe aproapele – se pot ridica oarece potrivnice împrejurări, şi atunci urmează mâhnirea. Dar pentru acela ce a găsit calea îngustă ce duce la viaţă – care este Dumnezeu – nu se află decât o singură piedică de învins, şi anume propria voinţă păcătoasă. Pentru că în această situaţie, dacă el vrea să îndeplinească ceva dar nu este lăsat s-o facă, oare cum ar putea să se întristeze? De altminteri unul ca acesta nici nu-şi mai face planuri (Iacov IV, 13-16).

TIO TITO’S SUBLIME LIME BAR COOKIES Preheat oven to 350 degrees F., rack in the middle position. ½ cup finely-chopped coconut (measure after chopping—pack it down when you measure it) 1 cup cold salted butter (2 sticks, 8 ounces, ½ pound) ½ cup powdered (confectioners) sugar (no need to sift unless it’s got big lumps) 2 cups all-purpose flour (pack it down when you measure it)   4 beaten eggs (just whip them up with a fork) 2 cups white (granulated) sugar cup lime juice (freshly squeezed is best) cup vodka (I used Tito’s Handmade Vodka) ½ teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon baking powder ½ cup all-purpose flour (pack it down when you measure it) Powdered (confectioners) sugar to sprinkle on top Coconut Crust: To get your half-cup of finely-chopped coconut, you will need to put approximately ¾ cup of shredded coconut in the bowl of a food processor. (The coconut will pack down more when it’s finely-chopped so you’ll need more of the stuff out of the package to get the half-cup you need for this recipe.) Chop the shredded coconut up finely with the steel blade. Pour it out into a bowl and measure out ½ cup, packing it down when you measure it. Return the half-cup of finely chopped coconut to the food processor. (You can also do this by spreading out the shredded coconut on a cutting board and chopping it finely by hand.) Cut each stick of butter into eight pieces and arrange them in the bowl of the food processor on top of the chopped coconut. Sprinkle the powdered sugar and the flour on top of that. Zoop it all up with an on-and-off motion of the steel blade until it resembles coarse cornmeal. Prepare a 9-inch by 13-inch rectangular cake pan by spraying it with Pam or another nonstick cooking spray. Alternatively, for even easier removal, line the cake pan with heavy-duty foil and spray that with Pam. (Then all you have to do is lift the bar cookies out when they’re cool, peel off the foil, and cut them up into pieces.) Sprinkle the crust mixture into the prepared cake pan and spread it out with your fingers. Pat it down with a large spatula or with the palms of your impeccably clean hands. Hannah’s 1st Note: If your butter is a bit too soft, you may end up with a mass that balls up and clings to the food processor bowl. That’s okay. Just scoop it up and spread it out in the bottom of your prepared pan. (You can also do this in a bowl with a fork or a pie crust blender if you prefer.) Hannah’s 2nd Note: Don’t wash your food processor quite yet. You’ll need it to make the lime layer. (The same applies to your bowl and fork if you make the crust by hand.) Bake your coconut crust at 350 degrees F. for 15 minutes. While your crust is baking, prepare the lime layer. Lime Layer: Combine the eggs with the white sugar. (You can use your food processor and the steel blade to do this, or you can do it by hand in a bowl.) Add the lime juice, vodka, salt, and baking powder. Mix thoroughly. Add the flour and mix until everything is incorporated. (This mixture will be runny—it’s supposed to be.) When your crust has baked for 15 minutes, remove the pan from the oven and set it on a cold stovetop burner or a wire rack. Don’t shut off the oven! Just leave it on at 350 degrees F. Pour the lime layer mixture on top of the crust you just baked. Use potholders to pick up the pan and return it to the oven. Bake your Sublime Lime Bar Cookies for an additional 30 minutes. Remove the pan from the oven and cool your lime bars in the pan on a cold stovetop burner or a wire rack. When the pan has cooled to room temperature, cover it with foil and refrigerate it until you’re ready to serve. Cut the bars into brownie-sized pieces, place them on a pretty platter, and sprinkle them lightly with powdered sugar. Yum! Hannah’s 3rd Note: If you would prefer not to use alcohol in these bar cookies, simply substitute whole milk for the vodka. This recipe works both ways and I can honestly tell you that I’ve never met anyone who doesn’t like my Sublime Lime Bar Cookies!

What are the implications of ethnic identity for multi-racial and multi-ethnic societies? Tatu Vanhanen of the University of Tampere, Finland, has probably researched the effects of ethnic diversity more systematically than anyone else. In a massive, book-length study, he measured ethnic diversity and levels of conflict in 148 countries, and found correlations in the 0.5 to 0.9 range for the two variables, depending on how the variables were defined and measured. Homogeneous countries like Japan and Iceland show very low levels of conflict, while highly diverse countries like Lebanon and Sudan are wracked with strife. Prof. Vanhanen found tension in all multi-ethnic societies: “Interest conflicts between ethnic groups are inevitable because ethnic groups are genetic kinship groups and because the struggle for existence concerns the survival of our own genes through our own and our relatives’ descendants.” Prof. Vanhanen also found that economic and political institutions make no difference; wealthy, democratic countries suffer from sectarian strife as much as poor, authoritarian ones: “Ethnic nepotism belongs to human nature and . . . it is independent from the level of socioeconomic development (modernization) and also from the degree of democratization.” Others have argued that democracy is particularly vulnerable to ethnic tensions while authoritarian regimes like Saddam Hussein’s Iraq or Tito’s Yugoslavia can give the impression of holding it in check. One expert writing in Foreign Affairs explained that for democracy to work “the party or group that loses has to trust the new majority and believe that its basic interests will still be protected and that there is nothing to fear from a change in power.” He wrote that this was much less likely when opposing parties represent different races or ethnicities. The United Nations found that from 1989 to 1992 there were 82 conflicts that had resulted in at least 1,000 deaths each. Of these, no fewer than 79, or 96 percent, were ethnic or religious conflicts that took place within the borders of recognized states. Only three were cross-border conflicts. Wars between nations are usually ethnic conflicts as well. Internal ethnic conflict has very serious consequences. As J. Philippe Rushton has argued, “The politics of ethnic identity are increasingly replacing the politics of class as the major threat to the stability of nations.” One must question the wisdom of then-president Bill Clinton’s explanation for the 1999 NATO bombing of Serbia: “[T]he principle we and our allies have been fighting for in the Balkans is the principle of multi-ethnic, tolerant, inclusive democracy. We have been fighting against the idea that statehood must be based entirely on ethnicity.” That same year, the American supreme commander of NATO, Wesley Clark, was even more direct: “There is no place in modern Europe for ethnically pure states. That’s a 19th century idea and we are trying to transition into the 21st century, and we are going to do it with multi-ethnic states.

Te godine je, dakle, u zvaničnu i prijateljsku posetu našoj zemlji došao car Abisinije, Haile Selasije. Visokog gosta, uticajnog člana pokreta nesvrstanih, Tito je carski, kako i dolikuje, ugostio u lovištu Karađorđevo. Sionski Lav, Negus Negasta, Car Careva, Haile Selasije, bio je strastan lovac. Svečana dvorana njegovog dvora u Adis Abebi bila je bogato ukrašena kožama lavova, risova, tigrova, leoparda, jaguara i kuguara, prepariranim glavama jelena, losova, antilopa, bivola i političkih neprijatelja. Svih, ukratko, divljih ljudi i životinja osim medveda. Medveda u Etiopiji, Africi uopše, naprosto, nema. Gospodine maršale, rekao je Selasije Brozu jednog jutra u Karađorđevu, vaše lovište je sjajno. Ulovili smo mnoštvo muflona, jarebica, tetreba, fazana, divljih svinja i zečeva. Ali ja bih voleo da odstrelim jednog medveda. Možete li mi izaći u susret? Kako uglednom gostu, takoreći caru careva, reći da u Socijalističkoj Autonomnoj Pokrajini Vojvodini nema medveda. Ugled zemlje je bio doveden u pitanje. U Jugoslaviji je, bar u statistici i bar na papiru, moralo biti svega. Tito je kao iz topa rekao: Rano sutra medvjed-kapitalac biti će vaš. Čim se negus povukao u svoje odaje, Tito je pozvao generala Đurića. Objasnio mu šta je na stvari. Rekao mu da će on, Tito, i car Selasije u pet i petnaest ujutru biti na čeki, a da u pet i petnaest očekuje da iz šipražja izađe medved. I da on, to jest Đurić, pazi šta radi. Jutra su tamo prohladna. Ne mogu oni dugo čekati. A on, Đurić, neka vidi što mu je činiti. General Đurić je bio čovek posebnog kova. Izlazio je on na kraj i sa težim zadacima. Rano ujutru, Selasije i Tito, obavijeni izmaglicom, s puškama na gotovs, stajali su na čeki prekraćujući vreme u srdačnom i prijateljskom razgovoru o bilateralnim odnosima dveju prijateljskih zemalja. Tačno u pet i petnaest, u zakazano vreme, iz magle je, vozeći bicikl, izronio medved. U prvi mah niko nije mogao verovati svojim očima. Zver je, ričući, slineći i benaveći se, nezadrživo nadirala na biciklu marke rog. Tito je odmah pomislio na diverziju. Na neprijateljsku emigraciju! Sasvim razložno, uostalom. Jer, medved koji ume da vozi bicikl sigurno ume i da puca. Lezite, Vaše veličanstvo, povikao je Tito. Atentat! Hteo je da pozove Rankovića. Ali Ranković je bio daleko, u Beogradu, i samo što nije bio smenjen. Selasije nije hteo da zalegne. Judejski Lav nikada ne uzmiče pred opasnošću. A medved je punom brzinom jurišao na čeku. Negusova naivnost privremeno je izvadila stvar. Gospodine maršale, rekao je Car Careva, znao sam da je u socijalističkoj Jugoslaviji životni standard izuzetno visok, ali da ovde i medvedi imaju bicikle, o tome nisam mogao ni sanjati. Tito je bio ponosan. A obezbeđenje je hitro reagovalo. Misleći da je tu reč o pokušaju atentata - ispalili su na medveda granatu iz ručnog bacača. Silina eksplozije sirotu je životinju raznela na komade od kojih je najkrupniji - glava - pala pravo negusu pred noge. Tito je kasnije, zbog pretrpljene sramote, hteo da smeni kompletan vojni i bezbednosni vrh, a da generala Đuriča degradira u čin zastavnika prve klase. Ali je od namere odustao kada se stvar takoreći razjasnila. General Đurić je, u stisci sa vremenom, nemajući pri ruci upotrebljivu životinju, iz cirkusa Adria rekvirirao medveda obučenog da vozi bicikl i da, kreveljeći se, zabavlja decu i odrasle imbecile. Medveda su nakljukali jakim sedativima i pravovremeno ga pustili u blizini čeke. Sve bi bilo u redu da medved nije naišao na lovočuvarev bicikl, po navici ga uzjahao i odvezao se pravo u preranu smrt.

Llego, pues, a la conclusión de que un príncipe, cuando es apreciado por el pueblo, debe cuidarse muy poco de las conspiraciones; pero que debe temer todo y a todos cuando lo tienen por enemigo y es aborrecido por él. Los Estados bien organizados y los príncipes sabios siempre han procurado no exasperar a los nobles y, a la vez, tener satisfecho y contento al pueblo. Es este uno de los puntos a que más debe atender un príncipe. (p. 33) Sólo quien sea capaz de cortar, como suele decirse, un cabello en el aire, podrá hallar alguna diferencia entre “excusa” y “justificación”. (p. 50) Sucede lo que los médicos dicen del tísico: que al principio su mal es difícil de conocer, pero fácil de curar, mientras que, con el transcurso del tiempo, al no haber sido conocido ni atajado, se vuelve fácil de conocer, pero difícil de curar. (p. 4) Como quiera que haya sido, lo cierto es que nadie probablemente ha sido, tanto como Maquiavelo, signo de contradicción. Nadie ha tenido tan varia y tempestuosa fortuna, como suelen decir los italianos; y vale recordar algunas por lo menos de sus más sonadas peripecias. (p. 11) Maquiavelo puede pasar casi como un santo. Que una u otra vez sacrificó en los altares de Afrodita (de la Pandemia siempre, porque fue varón a carta cabal), parece ser lo más probable pero fueron pasiones o pasioncillas que no alteraron la paz de su hogar, ni sobrepusieron en modo alguno (la carta a Vettori lo está diciendo) a su labor intelectual. (p. 25) … y si no perseveró más en el género dramático -un entretenimiento para él, en fin de cuentas- fue por la simple razón de que lo que ante todo le absorbía era el homo politicus, o como él decía, el ragionar dello stato, y en esto hubo de consumirse lo mejor de su energía espiritual. (p. 11) En la concepción de Maquiavelo, el Príncipe es el Estado… En cuanto al pueblo, es algo que no ha podido definirse jamás. Como entidad política, es una entidad puramente abstracta. No se sabe exactamente ni dónde comienza ni dónde acaba. El adjetivo de soberano aplicado al pueblo es una farsa trágica… Al pueblo no le queda ni un monosílabo para afirmar y obedecer. (p. 15) En los Discursos sobre Tito Livio abundan declaraciones semejantes. “Hay que partir del presupuesto de que los hombres son todos perversos (tutti gli uomini rei), y que siempre que se les presente ocasión, harán uso de la malignidad de su ánimo… Los hombres no obran jamás el bien, a no ser por necesidad”. (p. 32) La libertad, por tanto, es para Maquiavelo el supremo bien a cuya consecución debe ordenarse la comunidad política, y por esta consideración censura severamente a Julio César, por haber sido el exterminador de las libertades públicas y, en suma, de la República romana. (p. 28) Ha de notarse, pues, que a los hombres hay que conquistarlos o eliminarlos, porque si se vengan de las ofensas leves, de las graves no pueden; así que la ofensa que se haga al hombre debe ser tal, que le resulte imposible vengarse. (p. 3) … no sin haberle colgado previamente una inscripción según la cual Maquiavelo habría sido un hombre astuto y pérfido, coadjutor de los demonios e incomparable artífice de maquinaciones diabólicas: “Homo vafer ac subdolus, diabolicarum cogitationum faber optimus, cacodaemonis auxiliator”. (p. 12) Quien confía en el pueblo edifica sobre arena. (se me olvidó colocar la página) Y Traiano Boccalini, por su parte, decía lo siguiente: “No vemos por qué ha de condenarse la lectura de Maquiavelo, cuando se recomienda la lectura de la Historia”. (p. 38) … en esto acabó por convertirse, según dice Macaulay, el odiado político florentino. (p. 13)

Demonstrating for peace to promote war was nothing new. Totalitarianism always requires a tangible enemy. To the ancient Greeks, a holocaust was simply a burnt sacrifice. Khrushchev wanted to go down in history as the Soviet leader who exported communism to the American continent. In 1959 he was able to install the Castro brothers in Havana and soon my foreign intelligence service became involved in helping Cuba's new communist rulers to export revolution throughout South America. At that point it did not work. In the 1950s and 1960s most Latin Americans were poor, religious peasants who had accepted the status quo. A black version of liberation theology began growing in a few radical-leftist black churches in the US where Marxist thought is predicated on a system pf oppressor class ( white ) versus victim class ( black ) and it sees just one solution: the destruction of the enemy. In the 1950s UNESCO was perceived by many as a platform for communists to attack the West and the KGB used it to place agents around the world. Che Guevara's diaries, with an introduction by Fidel Castro, were produced by the Kremlin's dezinformatsiya machine. Changing minds is what Soviet communism was all about. Khrushchev's political necrophagy ( = blaming and condemning one's predecessor in office. It is a dangerous game. It hurts the country's national pride and it usually turns against its own user ) evolved from the Soviet tradition of sanctifying the supreme ruler. Although the communists publicly proclaimed the decisive role of the people in history, the Kremlin and its KGB believed that only the leader counted. Change the public image of the leader and you change history, I heard over and over from Khrushchev's lips. Khrushchev was certainly the most controversial Soviet to reign in the Kremlin. He unmasked Stalin's crimes, but he made political assassination a main instrument of his own foreign policy; he authored a policy of peaceful coexistence with the West but he pushed the world to the brink of nuclear war; he repaired Moscow's relationships with Yugoslavia's Tito, but he destroyed the unity of the communist world. His close association with Stalin's killings made him aware of what political crime could accomplish and gave him a taste for the simple criminal solution. His total ignorance about the civilized world, together with his irrational hatred of the "bourgeoisie" and his propensity to offend people, made him believe that disinformation and threats were the most efficient and dignified way for a Soviet leader to deal with "bourgeois" governments. As that very clever master of deception Yuri Andropov once told me, if a good piece of disinformation is repeated over and over, after a while it will take on a life of its own and will, all by itself, generate a horde or unwitting but passionate advocates. When I was working for Ceausescu, I always tried to find a way to help him reach a decision on his own, rather than telling him directly what I thought he should do about something. That way both of us were happy. From our KGB advisors, I had learned that the best way to ut over a deception was to let the target see something for himself, with his own eyes. By 1999, President Yeltsin's ill-conceived privatization had enabled a small clique of predatory insiders to plunder Russia's most valuable assets. The corruption generated by this widespread looting penetrated every corner of the country and it eventually created a Mafia-style economic system that threatened the stability of Russia itself. During the old Cold War, the KGB was a state within a state. In Putin's time, the KGB now rechristened FSB, is the state. The Soviet Union had one KGB officer for every 428 citizens. In 2004, Putin's Russia had one FSB officer for every 297 citizens.

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Meu primogênito Davi nasceu em 5 de fevereiro de 2005, mesmo dia de uma luta minha contra Tito Ortiz, em Las Vegas. Foi um pouco antes da hora, porque Joana estava me assistindo na tevê, ficou ansiosa e entrou em trabalho de parto. Quebrei o nariz do Tito com socos no primeiro assalto e quase o nocauteei no segundo. Aos quatro minutos, acabamos indo para

Não me esquecerei também de dizer em que desgraças caíram os desertores da sua nação, a maneira como o Templo foi queimado, contra a vontade de Tito, a quantidade de riquezas consagradas a Deus que o fogo destruiu; a destruição completa da cidade, os prodígios que precederam essa extrema desolação, a escravidão de nossos tiranos, o grande número daqueles que foram levados cativos e suas diversas vicissitudes, de que maneira os romanos perseguiram os que escaparam da guerra e depois de os ter vencido, destruíram completamente as praças e os lugares para onde eles se haviam retirado.

nikdy vám však nejsou schopni říci, z čeho přesně se skládá dané investiční portfolio (jaká jsou aktiva, jaká je současná tržní hodnota těchto aktiv, za kolik a kdy byla nakoupena, kompletní poplatkovou strukturu atd. – tyto informace často nikdo neví a ani se k nim tito lidé nedostanou).

«Per la prima volta io capii che Dio c’era» Giussani legherà il pensiero dei suoi quindici anni anche a un’altra esperienza, per lui indimenticabile: «Ricordo ancora l’istante e il brivido, lo struggimento dell’istante in cui il fatto dell’esistenza di Dio è diventato un’evidenza carica di significato nella mia vita». Prima liceo classico: durante la lezione di canto, per il primo quarto d’ora, il professore è solito spiegare storia della musica facendo ascoltare alcuni dischi. «Quel giorno il disco a 78 giri incominciò a girare, e d’improvviso il canto di un tenore allora famosissimo ruppe il silenzio della classe. Con una voce potente e piena di vibrazioni Tito Schipa incominciò a cantare un’aria del quarto atto de La Favorita di Donizetti: “Spirto gentil, ne’ sogni miei, brillasti un dì, ma ti perdei. Fuggi dal cor mentita speme, larve d’amor fuggite insieme”. […] Al vibrare della primissima nota io ho intuito, con struggimento, che quello che si chiama “Dio” – vale a dire il Destino inevitabile per cui un uomo nasce – è il termine dell’esigenza di felicità, è quella felicità di cui il cuore è insopprimibile esigenza.» In quel preciso istante, «per la prima volta io capii che Dio c’era, e quindi che non poteva esserci niente, se non c’era il significato; che non poteva esserci il cuore, se non c’era il traguardo del cuore: la felicità». In quel timbro di voce Giussani percepisce un’evidenza per lui decisiva: «Il brivido di qualche cosa che mancava, non al canto bellissimo della romanza di Donizetti, ma alla mia vita: c’era qualcosa che mancava e che non avrebbe trovato appoggio, compiutezza, risposta, soddisfazione, da nessuna parte. Eppure il cuore esige una risposta, non vive che per essa. […] Non posso dire che in quell’ora di musica in prima liceo capii esaurientemente il nocciolo della questione, ma ne ebbi presentimento: come quando si ha in mano un seme e si pre-sente che esso può crescere fino a diventare un grande albero».44

Here it is not a question of liberalism or nationalism. But worse than that – bears. It’s a real invasion, and that’s why we talk about them at our Party meetings. We’re seriously thinking of leaving.

Everything in the universe is a process, and every process takes time. So, all in its due time.

I saw “Thriller” for the first time at Michael’s house, in his screening room, with his brothers Tito, Jackie, and Randy. When Michael said, “I’m not like other boys” in the video, Jackie and Randy started laughing. Jackie put his mouth to my ear and repeated the line: “He’s not like other boys.” Michael said, “Shut up, Jackie, that’s not nice.

It‘s quite simple, actually.”‖ He thought of a way to explain things to his friend in a language that Dez could understand. “Imagine that Khevala‘s a girl you fancy…”‖ “Oh, now that I do understand!”‖ “But she‘s put you in the friend zone,”‖ he resumed, unable to stop a little smirk from appearing on his face. “With no benefits of any kind, besides.”‖ The smirk turned into a dry chuckle as he watched the disappointed look that his explanation had put on Dez‘s face. “Only friends, Dez, that‘s it. You can go out with her, enjoy her company all you like, but you‘ll always have to keep your hands to yourself.”‖ “I can look but I can‘t touch? Not even a little kiss, every now and then?”‖

The sensation I was feeling on the clifftop was some sort of reverberation in the air itself.… The whale had submerged and I was still feeling something. The strange rhythm seemed now to be coming from behind me, from the land, so I turned to look across the gorge … where my heart stopped.… Standing there in the shade of the tree was an elephant … staring out to sea!… A female with a left tusk broken off near the base.… I knew who she was, who she had to be. I recognized her from a color photograph put out by the Department of Water Affairs and Forestry under the title “The Last Remaining Knysna Elephant.” This was the Matriarch herself.… She was here because she no longer had anyone to talk to in the forest. She was standing here on the edge of the ocean because it was the next, nearest, and most powerful source of infrasound. The underrumble of the surf would have been well within her range, a soothing balm for an animal used to being surrounded by low and comforting frequencies, by the lifesounds of a herd, and now this was the next-best thing. My heart went out to her. The whole idea of this grandmother of many being alone for the first time in her life was tragic, conjuring up the vision of countless other old and lonely souls. But just as I was about to be consumed by helpless sorrow, something even more extraordinary took place.… The throbbing was back in the air. I could feel it, and I began to understand why. The blue whale was on the surface again, pointed inshore, resting, her blowhole clearly visible. The Matriarch was here for the whale! The largest animal in the ocean and the largest living land animal were no more than a hundred yards apart, and I was convinced that they were communicating! In infrasound, in concert, sharing big brains and long lives, understanding the pain of high investment in a few precious offspring, aware of the importance and the pleasure of complex sociality, these rare and lovely great ladies were commiserating over the back fence of this rocky Cape shore, woman to woman, matriarch to matriarch, almost the last of their kind. I turned, blinking away the tears, and left them to it. This was no place for a mere man.… Early afternoon. They were coming to this place, to this tall grass, all along. They will feed here for a while and then, because there’s no water right here, go down to where those egrets are. There’s water there. After they’ve had a good drink, they might make a big loop and come back here again later to feed some more. It will be a one-family-at-a-time choice as the adults decide when to drink and bathe. When elephants are finally ready to make a significant move, everyone points in the same direction. But they do wait until the matriarch decides. “I’ve seen families cued up waiting for half an hour,” comments Vicki, “waiting for the matriarch to signal, ‘Okay.’” And now they go. Makelele, eleven years old, walks with a deep limp. Five years ago he showed up with a broken right rear leg. It must have been agony, and it’s healed at a horrible angle, almost as if his knee faces backward, shaping that leg like the hock on a horse. Yet he is here, surviving with a little help from his friends. “He’s slow,” Vicki acknowledges. “It’s remarkable that he’s managing, but his family seems to wait for him.” Another Amboseli elephant, named Tito, broke a leg when he was a year old, probably from falling into a garbage pit.

Cuando yo nací (en El Porvenir), bueno, ya que crecíamos, nos trajeron caminando por aquí, por este caminito, con mi abuelo Aldegundo. Fuimos a su casa, fuimos a conocer a Pedro Reyes que allí vivía con doña Juana, pobrecito, pobrecito, comiendo frijolitos. A mí también me dieron. ¿Cuántos años hará de eso? Hace como 20 ó 25 años. Regresamos, están igual y ¿quiénes están iguales? Igual está doña Delfina de pobre, igual está mi tía Juana, igual está Felipe, igual está Emilio y aquí su hijo, igual está Tibe, igual están todos. ¿Por qué? Porque no progresamos los pobres, ¿A dónde va a dar tanto que sembramos café, tanto que sembramos maíz, tanto que sembramos chile, tanto que nos alquilamos, a dónde va a parar eso? A manos de los ricos, es el gran robo, es la explotación que han hecho los hombres ricos a los hombres pobres, es la explotación del hombre 'por el hombre, es la explotación por el hombre rico al hombre pobre. Los pobres están siendo explotados, los pobres están siendo robados, por más que le siembren maíz a las faldas de los cerros. Todo ese maíz no nos produce nada porque cuando tenemos mucho maíz no vale; cuando tenemos poquito el maíz, vale tan tito. Y ¿por qué? ¿Seremos los pobres los tarugos, los que nos reunimos y una vez reunidos los pobres tarugos le ponemos un precio muy bajo al café? No. ¿O le ponemos nosotros un alto precio al café? Tampoco. Nosotros los pobres no tenemos la libertad de mandar en el café. ¿Cuánto café está en este carro? ¿Quién le puso el precio? ¿El dueño? No. ¿Quién es el dueño?, perdonando. ¿Cómo se llama? ¿Don Aurelio Rodríguez le puso el precio al café? Se lo pusieron los ricos. Al café de ustedes, al café de Ventura...

Todas las cosas son puras para los puros, mas para los corrompidos e incrédulos nada les es puro; pues hasta su mente y su conciencia están corrompidas. TITO 1.15 El pecado es un tirano cruel. Infecta el alma, corrompe la mente, profana la conciencia, contamina los afectos y envenena la voluntad. Es el cáncer destructor de la vida y condenador del alma que supura y crece en cada corazón humano no redimido como una gangrena incurable. Pero los incrédulos no solo están infestados por el pecado; están esclavizados por él. Jesús dijo a sus oyentes en Juan 8.34: «De cierto, de cierto os digo, que todo aquel que hace pecado, esclavo es del pecado». También el apóstol Pedro describió a los falsos maestros como «esclavos de corrupción. Porque el que es vencido por alguno es hecho esclavo del que lo venció» (2 Pedro 2.19). Todo ser humano hasta el momento de su redención está bajo el dominio de la oscuridad y el pecado. No sorprende, pues, que la noción misma de tal esclavitud absoluta (una doctrina comúnmente conocida como «depravación total» o «inhabilidad total») repugne al corazón caído. Es más, ninguna doctrina es más odiada por los incrédulos que esta y hasta algunos cristianos la encuentran tan ofensiva que la atacan con pasión. Aunque la depravación total es una de las doctrinas de la gracia más atacadas y minimizadas, es la más distintiva porque es la base de un entendimiento correcto del evangelio (en el que Dios lo inicia todo y recibe toda la gloria). La Escritura es clara: a menos que el Espíritu de Dios dé vida espiritual, todos los pecadores están completamente incapacitados para cambiar su naturaleza caída o para rescatarse ellos mismos del pecado y del juicio divino. Contraste esto con cualquier otro sistema religioso en los que se les dice a las personas que a través de sus propios esfuerzos pueden lograr algunos niveles de justicia, contribuyendo consiguientemente a su salvación. Nada podría estar más lejos de la verdad.

Jest velmi nesnadno vychovati v sobě sílu pro vykonávání těžké duševní práce, jakou jest výzkum. Tato práce vyžaduje naprosté kázně a pořádku v naší duševní dílně. Jest snadné donutiti se, abychom po jistou dobu v dílně zaměstnávali se pouze frézováním podpatků a neodbíhali od toho každé chvíle k nějaké jiné práci, ale nesnadno jest však donutiti člověka, kterého jsme najali, aby ve své duševní dílně zrobil nějakou novou věc, aby vedle ní nemyslil na nic jiného, pokud dotyčnou věc nedohotovil. Dosud nikdo ještě nic nevynalezl a nikdo nevykonal žádnou duševní práci, pokud se na ni nedovedl soustřediti od jejího začátku až do úplného zakončení. Máme mnoho výzkumců a některé z nich zaměstnáváme již několik let a přesto tito výzkumci vykonali nepatrné množství práce. Příčina jejich neúspěchu, pokud jsem měl kdy ji posuzovati, byla vždy jejich neschopnost soustřediti se na jednu věc - až na nepatrné výjimky, kde šlo o neschopnost vrozenou.

Jurili smo kao vjetar, a ovaj je u toploj sobici štrebao Stare Slavene!

You have got to walk the whole chain of a healthy lifestyle if you really want to be healthy.

– E repito – disse Tito. – Mas note bem, não por elas, é por mim. Acredito que todas as mulheres sejam credoras da minha adoração; mas eu é que sou feito de modo que nada mais lhes posso conceder do que uma estima desinteressada. Emília olhou para o moço e disse: – Se não é vaidade, é doença.

Since 1948 conservatives and liberals in Congress have given unstinted support to “anti-communist” governments around the world. Men whose revolutionary forebears died for the slogan “Death to tyrants!” have voted vast slush funds for Saudi Arabia, an absolute monarchy and one of the few lands where human chattel slavery is still legal. Predictably, much of the money—including some from the ragged pockets of Kentucky coal miners—was lavished on palaces and concubines. Even Marshall Tito, when he became restive under Russian pressure, found fifteen hundred million American dollars flowing into his coffers. The question may then be fairly asked, “If we can afford to subsidize autocratic medieval kings, a communist dictator whose expressed ideology is a detestation of our liberties, and every conceivable shade of political and economic thinking in between, can we fail to spare the funds and efforts required to convert an island of destitution within our own country into a working, self-sustaining partner in the nation’s freedom and progress?

Copilot přečetl celý veřejný archiv kódu GitHub, který se skládá z desítek milionů repozitářů, včetně kódů řady nejlepších světových programátorů. A to je také důvod pro mizerný kód. Jazykové modely ukazují, jak v průměru píše většina lidí. Nemají žádná měřítka pro to, co je špičkové a co podprůměrné. Za dobré považují převažující řešení, nikoli to nejlepší. Copilot nemá jak rozlišit rychlý a přehledný kód od mizerného. Většina kódů na GitHubu je podle softwarových standardů dost stará a z definice napsaná průměrnými programátory. Copilot vyplivne svůj nejlepší odhad, co by tito programátoři mohli napsat, kdyby psali stejný soubor jako vy.

The history of the area is overwhelming: Hitler, Mussolini, Tito, and Milošević, for example.

And where would she go anyway? To a foster home full of strangers where there was another Tito Micky? Because there was always another Tito Micky.

S oligarchy a mafiány nezatočil, spíš s nimi uzavřel nepsanou dohodu – pokud budete loajální mému režimu, můžete si dál dělat všechny nekalosti, na které jste byli zvyklí a nechat si všechno, co jste si nakradli a ještě nakradete. Ale pokud mému režimu loajální nebudete, tak vás zničím! Fyzicky i ekonomicky. Většina oligarchů a mafiánů na tuto dohodu přistoupila. A z těch, kteří na ni nepřistoupili (jako byli třeba Michail Chodorkovský a Boris Berezovský), udělal Putin exemplární odstrašující příklad. Zabavoval jim majetky a trestně je stíhal za korupci a tunelářství. Tato trestní stíhání byla pravděpodobně oprávněná, ovšem vycházela primárně z toho, že tito lidé byli jeho kritiky. Oligarchové a mafiáni, kteří se stali jeho stoupenci, se naopak ocitli pod státní a policejní ochranou a mohli krást a tunelovat vesele dál.

prize of a Tito-istic Vietnam would be a great let-out for the West," as one put it.) Moreover, given Hanoi's desire to be rid of the Americans, it ought to be possible at a conference to negotiate a concession that would help the Americans save face-the most likely such concession being a delay in reunifying

«Aquí os traemos la paz y la guerra: escoged lo que os plazca».

Even Churchill, who will support any peabrained drooling dinosaur bitch who calls herself the King of Transylvania, understands that Tito is fighting the Germans and our man Mihajlović mainly fighting Tito. I’ve been with both parties, jaunting about the mountains of that misbegotten country where everybody speaks his own language. My dear, I’m something of a linguist, but a country the size of Pennsylvania with five different languages? It reduced your poor battered lover to pointing and grimacing like the duchess who sat on an anthill.

Along with Alice Bag (née Alicia Armendariz), front woman of the Bags, and the members of the all-Chicano, Chula Vista–bred quartet the Zeros, Humberto “Tito” Larriva was one of the first prominent Latino performers on the L.A. punk scene. Born in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, Larriva had arrived in L.A. in 1975. The singer–guitarist–actor (later featured as a heavy in several of director Robert Rodriguez’s films) had founded the wound-up punk trio the Plugz, sometimes billed as Los Plugz, with Chicano drummer Charlie Quintana and Anglo bassist Barry McBride in 1978. That year, a three-track single by the band became the second release (following a 45 by the Germs) from Slash Records, the fledgling imprint of the like-named L.A. punk magazine. It prefaced the Plugz’s self-released 1979 album Electrify Me, which included a high-velocity, lyrically retooled version of Ritchie Valens’s “La Bamba.” It

I had an affair, one Time, I never forget.

My spirits were lifted. I had hope again. Hope has a way of being self-perpetuating. Hope breeds faith. And faith produces miracles.

In all the churches of the city people said heartfelt prayers for his recovery, urging the Almighty to make allowances for one atheist, and God was already supposed to know why he should act on their request. In creating man, God had also created competition for himself. If he didn’t listen to the prayers for Tito’s recovery, he would soon see for himself what kind of monsters his most perfect creations could turn into.

Hell, they wouldn’t be able to drag my dick out of Tito’s ass with the jaws of life.

Tito Jackson really made his red guitar sing in 'The Jacksons - Torture' video.

But the bed is mo—" "Staying here, Seth. The bed doesn't feel right without all of you," Titos said.

Compraré un carregador i trucaré al Michael. Li preguntaré si ha trobat les cortines. Què fa el nostre veí despullat. Si ha acabat aquell programa. Fins i tot li preguntaré per l'alvocater. És important. Li diré que Viena està perfecta, inflada com un pa. Seuré a l'avió, tornaré al seu llit. Al matí se sentirà l'olor de te negre amb algunes gotes de llet sencera. Ningú esmentarà Tito al meu aniversari. En Michael em dirà, amb la sintaxi de Yoda, que la “Força és intensa en mi”. Encarregarem pasta oriental, seurem al parquet ratllat i mirarem sèries. Ho farem a la taula del menjador. Ens barallarem a la botiga de queviures. La seva llengua. La seva guitarra. Els seus vinils. Descansaré de mi i d'ella.

E dopo al posto della pioggia, si presentò l'amore, nel mio petto. E mentre ci restava, nel petto, alluvionò il mio cuore