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Impeach the President, it is possible! Interview with Grigory Perelman

In excellent post , The Cuckoo astonished impunity enjoyed by the president in our country. The worst part is that you get used to it. In an editorial World today, I was struck by " subjects" to refer to the French people ...

In there thinking well, there really is a text that could help get rid of the President: Decision No. 71-44 DC of 16 July 1971 giving constitutional value in Article 2 of the text passed August 26, 1789 (" The aim of any political association is the conservation of natural and inalienable rights of man. These rights are liberty, property, safety and resistance to oppression. )

this basis, one could imagine that a party has a candidate against the current president. It's swollen but perfectly constitutional.

The Cuckoo has thought it notes that this form accountability is a fiction.

Should we wait for the public proceedings of impeachment the French? The Constitution has provided the High Court. Until 2007, the head of state could be translated for high treason. In 2002, President Chirac met the aptly named Committee April which proposes replacing the term " treason" by " breach of duty manifestly incompatible with the exercise of its mandate " . Undoubtedly, Chirac knew what he was in the bar or perch . We did not make him take the haddock for a pig, the huchen for hake, grouper for a large-mouth, the mule for a Napoleon or landlocked salmon to a fish-dog. After much caught , Chirac tried it to be forgiven?

On February 23, 2007, the exit treason , welcome to failure manifestly incompatible etc.. Thank you Jacquot.

Let's dream a bit of a pilot fish Sarkozy in an experiment in this field. The National Assembly and Senate met in High Court shocked by the failure clearly inconsistent with its mandate, arraign the President of the Republic.

is possible and equally likely to locate four laptops in the stomach of a jellyfish.

photo : photogram of Jaws

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Thinking recognizing Grigori Perelman on the pavement, we headed to him. Since the last movements that have affected the writing, we decided to work in small teams. A journalist, a soundman and a cameraman. It was also a driver and someone to meals. This flexibility has allowed us to react very quickly to face the obvious: we needed an interpreter. Of course, the boss speaks the dialect of the vicinity of Pskov. With these accents that you find picturesque but Moscow qualify for any insignificant. All this has not failed to trigger the suspicion of Perelman. It was lost in conjectures and eventually hand him the microphone. After a careful review of the soundtrack, we can say that Perelman has developed a foolproof method to count the protesters.

Bad luck on the journey ends, we 've lost my niece aged 6 years who accompanied us on a scooter. The police found her. Her mother was very proud because she was able to give his name and address. Perelman was roundly scolded: " Next time, tell them that you will speak in the presence of your lawyer! "

We take this opportunity to give this advice to all parents: remember to accompany your children to an interpreter and legal counsel to avoid speculation impossible.

not forget to remember the daily figure in this Thursday, October 28: 14,000 protesters against the pseudo pension reform. Perelman will continue its series of conferences to Draguignan , Guingamp , Rouen, Chartres in the room not lost, at a place called the Tranquiloubilou ( city detached ) near Tours before taking any days off to Reno order to treat his calculations.

Shingles In Your Head

Saint-Pol-Roux, a banquet, a picture: Answers & results

The game is over. The answers, though relatively few, however, allow me to designate a winner and provide some details on this prestigious meeting. Say it with no shame: I did not know the exact date of the banquet. Nicolas Galaud, who gave valuable comments, ahead of the June 21, 1936, saying it could be the "Banquet of the Academy Mallarme" organized "for the Fiftieth Anniversary of Symbolism." The date is not unlikely and we retain as a very serious assumption, but in this case, it can be a tablée academics Mallarme, since the Academy will be born a few months later, in February 1937 . It also will be born at the Cinquantenaire, as Minerva, the skull of Dujardin-Jupiter, the idea of founding this institution poetry news. Let us therefore, Magris all, dated 21 (or around) June 1936, although the presence of some young people that we have not found the names in the minutes of breakfast, appeared at the time, would suggest that the banquet would take place rather then in 1937, before the month of December. The identification of a ONZAIN of guests will - who knows? - Better understand the circumstances of the event.

reproduction quality is poor. Also some identifications are uncertain and we do follow a dubious question mark.

1. Saint-Pol-Roux

2. Edouard Dujardin

3. Francis Viele-Griffin

4. Andre Fontainas

5. Jean Ajalbert

6. Divine Saint-Pol-Roux

7. André Rolland Renéville

8. Roger Lannes

9. Maurice Genevoix (?)

10. Manoll Michel (?)

11. Jealous Edmond (?)

I could not identify the woman headed to the right of Dujardin. It does not seem that he could include Rachilde. Some profiles are still to be named. The presence of Viele-Griffin ensures that the banquet was held before December 1937 - the poet of Yelda Ride of the disappearing 11. Do not hesitate, strengths of this new information, to post new comments to clarify the nature and date of this friendly celebration, also perfect for identifications. Meanwhile, bestow the award to David Nadeau, who will, when its release have me address, a copy of Saint-Pol-Roux crucified Paul-T. Pelleau.

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25 000 Pau

The demonstrators were represented by small red dots.

This makes it much.

A historical figure.

All this is very surprising.

A unique social movement.

a societal phenomenon.

In a society increasingly marked by individualism.

The feelings that we are related if we can hope for the future ... Our rulers know about who you can trust! And they will remember.

Marine Lecithin/ Soy Lecithin

few more pages ... Black is the Colour

Lying in a hospital bed, Eileen had just finished reading one of two books that were on his knees. She named Sabine who owned them. She had never had the opportunity to return them, so it was now or never. The young woman was tall, dark, and at the moment rather pale. The disease did not spare His eyes were identified, his lips pale and very dry. His breathing was slow, difficult, sometimes painful, and fatigue made itself felt with each effort. She had just finished "Concerto in memory of an angel" by Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, and his reading had not only tired but also a little depressed: the themes in this collection of short stories were not very happy, and were not made to boost morale. However, Eileen was funny to read, taking it for what it was: pure entertainment. In other circumstances, it would probably have taken a lot of fun with this collection. Sabine entered the room, both happy and sad to see her again whether such an opportunity. She was a young woman with a little red over thirty years, as his friend. They had been colleagues and experience the same dreams of fascinating careers, husbands loving and caring, beautiful children and healthy. Nothing happened to spoil the happiness, for one as for the other, until Eileen's disease. They had always been complicit since they met in the company where Sabine was still working. Although Eileen has decided to resign to pursue other possibilities, they remained in close contact and lost no opportunity to see, to call, despite the lack of time and the speed at which it passes. They had so much to say, so much to live! The two women looked at each other and smiled. They knew the words unnecessary, superfluous. The friendship was there, and was sufficient in itself. Sabine approached the bed, and sat silently in the chair. From there she could touch it, they could be closer to each other.

"Hello Sabine! I have two books to make you.

- Yes, you have them completed?

- That one, yes, but not the other.

- And what did you think?

Sabine designated Eileen the book came to him. It showed a picture on the cover, depicting a man and a woman asleep in one another's arms, flying over the sea, flying over a village in the starry sky of night.

- New cool, but I find that Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt is less inspired than it was time to "Oscar and the Pink Lady", as if success had made a typewriter who no longer need his name to sell a book. It's a shame, because I felt like reading news Gentillet, but have not the strength which had been her first stories ...

- Yes, I was also somewhat disappointed by this book ... Well, something else just now, I made a trip to downtown Colmar, and I could admire the pretty Alsatian houses of the Place de l'Ancienne Douane in Colmar.

- You know, "said Eileen, that is inhabited by my aunts.

- Yes, I thought about it, and I wanted to go see them in your hand, give them your news. I rang three times, but nobody answered.

- That they are not crazy. In summer, they disconnect the bell if they would have all the time visitors. And they are old and keep their peace and independence! I do not think they will one day leave this house, although it is far from suitable to their health problems. In fact, I think if they were to leave, they die.

- And the other book?

- I have a few pages. "

The two women talked for a while, talking about everything and nothing. The tone was light, almost playful. Suddenly, Sabine was silent, unable to utter a word. She laid her head on the blanket covering the body emaciated and legs of his girlfriend, who caught her and laid her hand on her hair in a gesture of comfort and consolation.

Words were useless now. Despite all the help he had given Sabine visiting him, one and one knew it could not last.

"I can not leave until I will not get it done. And I do not finish your presence is impossible.

- Then I'll stay like that you will not go.

- You know it's inevitable. And you have your family, your husband, your children ... "

Sabine said no more. The tears rose And soon they passed slowly and silently. It does not always fall within the head, trying to delay the deadline. Yet she must goes home. His presence was a real comfort, but it was now almost indecent. Sabine rose, kissed his girlfriend and walked slowly out of the room, book in hand.

They had said goodbye. One and one knew the near term, and Eileen also knew he could make the choice. The choice to finish what she started. This book was the symbol, but not all. And anyway, she had to finish alone. Death is too intimate, personal, to have witnesses.

After the departure of his girlfriend, Eileen felt the tears flow again as silent and painful. Despite the friendship of Sabine and others, despite the love of Sam and children, in the end, one is always alone. It was a test of no return she had to face. But she would not leave without seeing her children one last time, her husband. She knew she was doomed, but she wanted to go with his face in memory, love in memory. It had been his companion all these years, his support during his illness. It was a wonderful father, and she knew she could count on him to take care of children. It would be difficult moments, but he would find help. Sat

entered the room, accompanied by children. Eileen looked at each in turn, Mary, Sean and Kate, the little girl. She took each one in his arms, kissed her long, their smiles, and Sam accompanied her to the door. He confided to the nurse and turned back to accompany his wife. Everything had been said. He sat on the chair occupied by Sabine few moments before, and took the hand of his wife.

"I will pray for you, darling, every day God will give me.

- Me too. I continue to pray for children and for you I'll always be there. "

Silence settled, peaceful, serene. The sadness would come later, when the absence would be when the paper recalls the days of his presence. For now, she had no place temporarily. The sadness is for the living. Sat was holding his wife's hand in hers, and looked as if to burn her face in her memory as she had wanted to do a little forward.

She opened the book. A few more pages to read and she would be there.

Amelie Platz, October 2010

Electrick Blue Jackcichlid

What connection between this song and my studio, you say?
No a priori. Except that since my return from holiday in Britain this summer, I start listening to music. And that's a sign. Especially when it comes to music Breton, Irish or Scottish.
To be more precise, it's not Irish music, Scottish or Breton who has a relationship with writing is the act of listening the same music to near saturation loop, night and day almost.

When I wrote my first novel, a disc has not left charger my player: Symphony Britain, Didier Squiban, performed by the Orchestre de Bretagne. And then when I started writing the first pages of the second volume, I came across this . And suddenly, I hear this song (and others performed by Cara Dillon in particular) in a loop. At the point of having ordered the disc, just to be able to listen on other than my laptop and suddenly able to write in my library with more comfort in doing the accounts in my living room. Yes, I know, I'm multitasking and it is not very serious when you want to write. This
song love me totally spellbound (because I see a direct relationship with the story I'm currently building, which is proof that I am not making), I inquired about its history, and it's pretty funny.
Coming from Scotland, this song has crossed the Atlantic, and was rediscovered in Appalachia, USA, before returning to Europe with the wave of traditional Celtic music, Irish and Scottish in particular. Initially popularized by Nina Simone, the others are quickly appropriate, to the point of making visible a kind of monument from Celtic music and included in a directory of all artists worthy of the name: I found a version of Holohan Sisters, The Corrs, Christy Moore, to name just some of the best known, but it is Paul Weller, Gaelic Storm, Joan Baez, Slainte, and Perhaps the most beautiful I've heard, that of Cara Dillon, both in album version, or in concert with the Ulster Symphony Orchestra. There are even several English versions of Japanese singers (Yoko Ueno, Kokia ...), and an electro house mix version Cara Dillon 2Devine! Is whether this traditional song is part of the monuments of Celtic music and has found its place in the current musical landscape. At
text here too there are two versions, one where the singer speaks of a woman, the other where he is a man. The text replaces "She" with "He". And I came across a website Scottish , where the full text (male version) never sung in its entirety or nearly so. All current versions only repeat that part of the lyrics, such as the version of Cara Dillon common to many others.
The interpretation of the text is rather free, as it is for a man or a woman, and allowed me to find the starting point of my next novel. I shall say no more, I am only beginning, but the elements are in place so that it seems very promising!

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Résistont at Olympi

laced contast that the direction of the blog we private speech, despite the strike corecteurs we handicaps, what we consiensce is clear, we decided maintain the productivity here.

We will not shirk our devoar that you're informed and with Rigu professionalism.

fesons fist:

- the intern here who are paid when the 13th month of the year are all in the Olympi, we can not tell on them ;

- the intérimère meeting the intern when this is défayants blocked the buro with pallets;

- CONTRACTUAL to set fire to 'cause all their pallets fassone contra specifies when the event of major forse their counter and suspended;

- the boss who are locked in with his buro and répont assistant will not even elephone us remised .

We décidont by proclamassion you resisted lize at Olympi .

Signed: the new EQIP dirjante

Photograf: sourse

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Belle demonstration in Pau, ambience cha-cha-cha and lepatata

The broom was honored in the streets of the city.

excellent atmosphere. Hence had to follow the festivities ...

take the opportunity to greet our friends Draguignan : 80% of demonstrators and more!

photo: source

What Will Happen To Sun

What my cousin thinks Dilma Rousseff


Congratulations to all the brave participants' Scrap Monday "who lived up to everything we feared. Didier Goux could not find: he had to imagine that a politician could be a woman belonging to a party includes the word "worker" in the title. All other participants are thanked ( Falcon Hill , Citizen Eric , Lucia Mel , Nicolas ).


Our bailiff gave us the list of winners.

Nekkonezumi , Dorham , Balmeyer , Jean Lecanu and , The Cuckoo and he forgets.

Oh, no, there is a sticky: a Mr. Leek would have found the solution. Unfortunately, his comment came to us out of time. Mr. Leek gave us this bitter comment that we deliver, " Nobody will believe that I could find a puzzle, it is not plausible! "

Dilma Rousseff opponent in

captured and tortured by the dictatorship

We come to our ticket itself. " Everyone I know (and I) have voted for Marina Silva * It was she who made the most valuable suggestions. Serra is very competent ** (his party is one that people most prepared )***. Dilma is a horror and the Workers' Party now is not what it was. The best persons are parties and the party was made by unionists of the worst **** (living mandatory annual contributions of workers and money diverted from the government). Dilma but unfortunately it must win. "

In writing, we are happy to share this excerpt from a private correspondence which we received through our service plays investigation. Far from the euphoria of the French media who rave about the successes of the Brazilian left, it has seemed appropriate to moderate somewhat the enthusiasm. Anyway, besides the moon, or the Left is decayed, or it is in opposition. Ca, I should not say. Too late.

[* pentécologiste candidate, daughter of seringuero - harvesters latex in the Amazon - an old maid, then graduated from the university, a friend of Chico Mendes, Minister Lula's environment. A caption for the picture of the latter.]

[** which would have no relationship with Doris Day]

[*** Brazilians from the middle class are struggling with parties that accept the steelworkers and the maids]

[**** term difficult to translate if it is a word a little outdated but here it was using a few decades in the hexagon, it could indeed offer "Standing " instead of " sindicalisto do pior tipo "]

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The disposal of Monday



Fun well at The Cuckoo Sunday afternoon but you can not imagine all the pretty wobbly rebus which we escape. So here, writing you a concocted one. The rule is simple, you know. In this scrap, hides the first and last name of a politician, a region of the world and any historical period. A hint, it's not Lecanuet.

Comments will be 18 hours until tomorrow immoderate.

Repo Auction Freddericton Nb

Event panoramic Pau

Very successful! Police and protesters have agreed on the number. It was the figure!