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Provavelmente vai ser um mentiroso e corrupto e acabar na prisão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWeeSJtAvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/leEQ_WDpZEs/s1600-h/086_%C2%BB%C2%A8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWeeSJtAvI/AAAAAAAAAbI/leEQ_WDpZEs/s320/086_%C2%BB%C2%A8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378879573069726450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Parabéns.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWdaOa7_LI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cVtBrIu8Oxc/s1600-h/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWdaOa7_LI/AAAAAAAAAbA/cVtBrIu8Oxc/s320/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378878403837164722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Isso é que dá marcar a opção "sou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alegre e manipulador&lt;/span&gt;"... Me senti  o próprio Sílvio Santos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWhoQLRoKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3NgVzf_H4vk/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWhoQLRoKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/3NgVzf_H4vk/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378883042873024674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O que não coere é onde se lê "provavelmente vai ser um mentiroso e corrupto e acabar na prisão"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWg6AmagWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/aDM5Nbg5wvI/s1600-h/019_%C2%BDx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWg6AmagWI/AAAAAAAAAbg/aDM5Nbg5wvI/s320/019_%C2%BDx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378882248417902946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Qual parte? "Ser mentiroso e corrupto"?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWg6Y2p6LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/STIuoetxJ8s/s1600-h/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWg6Y2p6LI/AAAAAAAAAbo/STIuoetxJ8s/s320/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378882254928472242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não, "acabar na prisão".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seconda parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcN8rZRjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PQgVQYCbRXc/s1600-h/084_%2B%C3%8D%C2%AEb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcN8rZRjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PQgVQYCbRXc/s320/084_%2B%C3%8D%C2%AEb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378877093404296754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sabe aquele teste descartável para se "saber" a profissão?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWaxJn1meI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iPPfG0doIFg/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWaxJn1meI/AAAAAAAAAYw/iPPfG0doIFg/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378875499151202786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Hm.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWaxwcjZbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qbR0vlqqXzU/s1600-h/016_%C2%A9U%C2%AA%7E%C2%AAl%C2%AA%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWaxwcjZbI/AAAAAAAAAY4/qbR0vlqqXzU/s320/016_%C2%A9U%C2%AA%7E%C2%AAl%C2%AA%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378875509572855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Refiz" o teste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWazKo3jbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H23_6KfHj4E/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWazKo3jbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/H23_6KfHj4E/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378875533783698866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Nas sublinhas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manipulou &lt;/span&gt;o teste. E?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcNZbxu2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1ZGA9v3CRbo/s1600-h/051_%C2%A6n.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcNZbxu2I/AAAAAAAAAaI/1ZGA9v3CRbo/s320/051_%C2%A6n.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378877083943549794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O resultado foi: "Você vai ser um médico. Uma profissão de prestígio que vai ocupar a maioria do teu tempo, o que vai te deixar em stress e por sua vez  com esgotamento nervoso."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWdX2S2lXI/AAAAAAAAAag/HMv3rUNpx4k/s1600-h/009_%C2%A1-%C2%AAa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWdX2S2lXI/AAAAAAAAAag/HMv3rUNpx4k/s320/009_%C2%A1-%C2%AAa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378878363001066866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWZImlOFJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sii4HHmPdhw/s1600-h/005_%C2%A1%C2%B7%C2%A1%C2%B7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWZImlOFJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sii4HHmPdhw/s320/005_%C2%A1%C2%B7%C2%A1%C2%B7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378873703038588050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Eu já disse que sou um rapaz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alegre&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcM7N8yaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-bXnywZYbzY/s1600-h/057_%C2%BFS%C3%B1%C2%A6%2B%3D%C2%A6%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcM7N8yaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/-bXnywZYbzY/s320/057_%C2%BFS%C3%B1%C2%A6%2B%3D%C2%A6%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378877075832490402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- A política agradece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-6249363881637108367?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/6249363881637108367/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=6249363881637108367&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6249363881637108367?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6249363881637108367?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/09/diz-me-o-que-testas-e-dir-ti-ei-quem-es.html" title="Diz-me o que testas e dir-ti-ei quem és!" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SqWcNJwFh9I/AAAAAAAAAaA/0GjpjzScD7U/s72-c/060_%C2%A6%2B%C2%A6%C2%A6%2B%C3%9E.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFRXw8fSp7ImA9WxNREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-6840831992661598715</id><published>2009-09-06T16:42:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:31:54.275-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T17:31:54.275-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Highway to Hell</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="text-align:justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;img class="size-full wp-image-110 aligncenter" title="Café" src="http://91.121.132.199/gifs/15100.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se você também riu, nos vemos no inferno... =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-6840831992661598715?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/6840831992661598715/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cHQ3k8eSp7ImA9WxNTE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-4383566414762509357</id><published>2009-08-15T02:15:00.026-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:30:32.771-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-15T15:30:32.771-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pulha e Poia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>As quatro disfunções e seus quatro descaminhos *</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZP90oYcRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VCyMD7AmoWo/s1600-h/%257B4098405B-4D4A-4338-985E-8B43F1210725%257D_34600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZP90oYcRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VCyMD7AmoWo/s320/%257B4098405B-4D4A-4338-985E-8B43F1210725%257D_34600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370067529204527378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1ª Disfunção: O rótulo cerceante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª Disfunção: O cárcere mental auto-imposto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ª Disfunção: A crença conveniente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ª Disfunção: A "eugenia" ideológica&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º Descaminho:  O homem mede o mundo e transforma a medida em rótulo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º Descaminho: O homem se prende ao rótulo criado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3º Descaminho: O homem crê que o rótulo criado é a verdade absoluta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4º Descaminho: O homem, não satisfeito em crer sozinho na sua verdade absoluta, a impõe aos outros homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYk6FFpyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/q0uRPdm-njg/s1600-h/019_%C2%BDx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYk6FFpyI/AAAAAAAAAW4/q0uRPdm-njg/s320/019_%C2%BDx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370076996775028514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não entendi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW3byehYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fWr2RMEpMQs/s1600-h/057_%C2%BFS%C3%B1%C2%A6%2B%3D%C2%A6%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW3byehYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/fWr2RMEpMQs/s320/057_%C2%BFS%C3%B1%C2%A6%2B%3D%C2%A6%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370075116038161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Traduzindo para o seu mundo, seria o mesmo que dizer: o homem cria "deus"**, deus cria o "diabo", o diabo divide a Verdade e a espalha aos quatro cantos da Terra; o homem conhece um pedaço da Verdade e crê que ela é Toda A Verdade. Então, o homem, vendo-se Escolhido, sai pelo mundo guerreando e "crucificando" os que pensam diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW262FGUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7KUViSSn-zo/s1600-h/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW262FGUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/7KUViSSn-zo/s320/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370075107194902850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sem ver, é claro, que cada homem ao qual impõe a sua verdade, também carrega consigo o seu pedaço (de Verdade).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZfqWI9tPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/J3Ms8W4BzWg/s1600-h/010_%C3%91%C3%B3%2B%C2%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZfqWI9tPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/J3Ms8W4BzWg/s320/010_%C3%91%C3%B3%2B%C2%AF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370084786788218098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZgPd8jqJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JKMQBlN1tzI/s1600-h/086_%C2%BB%C2%A864color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZgPd8jqJI/AAAAAAAAAXo/JKMQBlN1tzI/s320/086_%C2%BB%C2%A864color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370085424538822802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZgQRFB4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iJv0hpwmnSo/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZgQRFB4eI/AAAAAAAAAXw/iJv0hpwmnSo/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370085438264566242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW1rrc_lI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x9PWBqEMjJo/s1600-h/004_%C2%BFg%2B%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW1rrc_lI/AAAAAAAAAWA/x9PWBqEMjJo/s320/004_%C2%BFg%2B%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370075085943930450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sacrilégio! TODOS sabem que deus** é A VERDADE e que a verdade está na IGREJA, e que quem está contra a IGREJA está contra DEUS, logo longe da VERDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYlPIkGEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4EK6EAdmMHw/s1600-h/091_%C3%91-%C3%B1%C3%9A%C2%BA%C3%8D%2B%C3%8D%C3%91%C2%AC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYlPIkGEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4EK6EAdmMHw/s320/091_%C3%91-%C3%B1%C3%9A%C2%BA%C3%8D%2B%C3%8D%C3%91%C2%AC.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370077002426751042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Mas qual sub-versão de "deus"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYlv2ifQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vdvA25vPUkY/s1600-h/091_%C3%91-%C3%B1%C3%9A%C2%BA%C3%8D%2B%C3%8D%C3%91k.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYlv2ifQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/vdvA25vPUkY/s320/091_%C3%91-%C3%B1%C3%9A%C2%BA%C3%8D%2B%C3%8D%C3%91k.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370077011209518338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- E que  "verdade" subversa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulha: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYmEDQy7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cKjvvwHGHzI/s1600-h/084_%2B%C3%8D%C2%AEb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZYmEDQy7I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cKjvvwHGHzI/s320/084_%2B%C3%8D%C2%AEb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370077016631593906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- E o mais importante: qual das igrejas (subvertidas)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW2EULDZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qD0AYENqWMw/s1600-h/001_%2B%C3%95-v2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZW2EULDZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qD0AYENqWMw/s320/001_%2B%C3%95-v2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370075092557172114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: - ... BLASFÊMIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZhpys5VqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/d3Zy95vXMKM/s1600-h/060_%C2%A6%2B%C2%A6%C2%A6%2B%C3%9E.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZhpys5VqI/AAAAAAAAAX4/d3Zy95vXMKM/s320/060_%C2%A6%2B%C2%A6%C2%A6%2B%C3%9E.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370086976298505890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pulha:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZXxSImuXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/14Dk3bGU0a8/s1600-h/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZXxSImuXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/14Dk3bGU0a8/s320/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370076109879032178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Absoluta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Alusão subvertida as quatro verdades e quatro primeiros caminhos búdicos.&lt;br /&gt;** Alusão à idéia corrente de "deus" enquanto resultado da medida humana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-4383566414762509357?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/4383566414762509357/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=4383566414762509357&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4383566414762509357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4383566414762509357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-quatro-disfuncoes-do-bundismo-humano.html" title="As quatro disfunções e seus quatro descaminhos *" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SoZP90oYcRI/AAAAAAAAAV4/VCyMD7AmoWo/s72-c/%257B4098405B-4D4A-4338-985E-8B43F1210725%257D_34600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEENSX85fCp7ImA9WxJbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-2834046928064701141</id><published>2009-07-20T20:20:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:24:58.124-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-22T11:24:58.124-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>A beleza (que beleza?) está nos olhos (que beleza??) de quem vê (mas qual beleza?!)</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUd5LGO0uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/miiND3BFD-c/s1600-h/pastorsdaughter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 205px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360723799523119842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUd5LGO0uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/miiND3BFD-c/s320/pastorsdaughter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;Era uma vez um príncipe que procurava pela princesa ideal, a de maior beleza interior. Para isso, contava com um espelho mágico que refletia a essência da alma de quem nele se visse. Das belas donzelas do reino, nenhuma era a candidata perfeita. Aquelas que se viam no espelho, por mais belas e encantadoras fossem, largavam-no, horrorizadas, ante o que lhes é era mostrado: no lugar de seu belo rosto refletido, encontravam uma imagem horrenda, reflexo de sua alma. Pois o espelho refletia o íntimo de cada um, não a aparência exterior. Desiludido, o príncipe concedeu à única donzela que restava a oportunidade de passar no teste imposto. Ela não era, de longe, a mais bonita, nem a mais charmosa. Porém, quando no espelho se viu nele refletiu uma imagem das mais belas e puras nunca antes vista pelo príncipe, a imagem da verdadeira beleza, a interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; FONT-FAMILY: verdana; COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral da história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4whZD5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/gTRWtjyi65Y/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716095807885202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4whZD5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/gTRWtjyi65Y/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- O princípe casou-se com o espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW5F0MpUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/f2O1mT_u80w/s1600-h/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716101523907906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW5F0MpUI/AAAAAAAAAUo/f2O1mT_u80w/s320/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- O que? Não achavam que ele se casaria com a 'feia', pelo simples fato de ter "visto" em um espelho o que seus olhos testosterôneos não conseguiam captar, né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUYK1xZXiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cmcp9nElSKk/s1600-h/104_%C2%A9-%C3%91i%C3%80R.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360717505966464546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUYK1xZXiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cmcp9nElSKk/s320/104_%C2%A9-%C3%91i%C3%80R.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Ele não se cansaria de contemplar a imagem no espelho, mas e a aparência exterior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4snEt0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZcDkpNvdLFc/s1600-h/013_%C3%82Q%C3%B1%C3%8A%C3%B1Ha.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716094757975874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4snEt0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/ZcDkpNvdLFc/s320/013_%C3%82Q%C3%B1%C3%8A%C3%B1Ha.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Sorte dele haver duas opções: colar o espelho na cara da feia 'princesa ideal', ou... assumir que não era tão perfeito "interiormente" para casar com ela (tão ideal que era!) e "consolar-se" com a mais bonita, gostosa, porém 'interiormente feia', do Reino. Dou um espelho mágico a quem adivinhar quem o príncipe escolheu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUioTuc4xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rkwVOfWqfck/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360729007339660050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUioTuc4xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rkwVOfWqfck/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Conto preconceituoso esse. Por que as bonitas têm que ser interiormente o oposto do que são em seu exterior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4whZD5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/gTRWtjyi65Y/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716095807885202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW4whZD5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/gTRWtjyi65Y/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- ... eu ainda prefiro o espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como vêem, "beleza" é fundamental. Já dizia, sem hipocrisia, o poetinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Bela anedota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW5RQbIqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HMv1UXQZoaY/s1600-h/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 50px; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360716104595088034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUW5RQbIqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HMv1UXQZoaY/s320/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-2834046928064701141?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/2834046928064701141/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=2834046928064701141&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/2834046928064701141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/2834046928064701141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/beleza-que-beleza-esta-nos-olhos-que.html" title="A beleza (que beleza?) está nos olhos (que beleza??) de quem vê (mas qual beleza?!)" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SmUd5LGO0uI/AAAAAAAAAVo/miiND3BFD-c/s72-c/pastorsdaughter2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MCQHY8eyp7ImA9WxJUE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-350939999090194280</id><published>2009-07-12T03:03:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:04:21.873-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T06:04:21.873-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>O sorriso da Burca Lisa</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmVafSyGwI/AAAAAAAAATY/MFfVB4_HTTA/s1600-h/burca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmVafSyGwI/AAAAAAAAATY/MFfVB4_HTTA/s320/burca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357477514043333378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="texto1"&gt;No mês passado, dia 22, o presidente da França, Nicolas Sarkozy, declarou guerra civil à burca. De acordo com o Sr. Bruni, "a burca não é um símbolo religioso, é um sinal de submissão das mulheres", não sendo bem-vinda em território francês. Como o uso da burca vem aumentando expressivamente na França, alguns legisladores se mostraram preocupados, ao cogitar a possiblidade de que o uso não se deva à livre escolha das mulheres, mas à pressão de fundamentalistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="texto1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="texto1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao que eles indicam, haverá intervenção parlamentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYp9_Hk3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LxBZtTZo4c0/s1600-h/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYp9_Hk3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/LxBZtTZo4c0/s320/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357481078515274610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span class="texto1"&gt;Pior que usar burca por imposição na terra do Cancan, é usa-la por opção. Vai que as mulheres estão optando seguir outro padrão de moda feminina, que não o idealizado por homens para satisfazer o olhar masculino? Seria o fim das pernas de fora e dos decotes sinuosos que fazem os homens dar mais atenção a acessórios femininos, como peitos e bundas, do que à matéria-prima principal, ou seja, a mulher. Por conseguinte, não haveria necessidade de se usar o salto alto, que tornar-se-ia obsoleto, uma vez que sua única utilidade é a de proporcionar que peitos e bundas estejam à altura do contato visual masculino. Com isso, a França, um dos países a ditar a moda internacional, seria o paraíso maometano em plena Zoo-ropa do século XXI. Pensando bem, seria trágico. Afinal, onde, em solo francês, Carla Bruni compraria seus lindos vestidos e saltos agulha, e serviria de inspiração para as mulheres? A França vive, hoje, um "grande" dilema e não poucos são os idéologos franceses que se perguntam: Se Carla Bruni usasse burca quando conheceu Sarkozy, ele teria se apaixonado por ela... à primeira vista?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="texto1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmLnmeqVZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DoBmfGSyiUM/s1600-h/027_carla_bruni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmLnmeqVZI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DoBmfGSyiUM/s320/027_carla_bruni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357466744194225554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="texto1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYqPmPcjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LOZEvzi4--I/s1600-h/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYqPmPcjI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LOZEvzi4--I/s320/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357481083242770994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="texto1"&gt;- Bem que a Carla Bruni poderia fazer uso de seus conhecimentos de moda, ajudando a conceber uma burca mais atraente aos olhos masculinos, e menos infernal para as mulheres. Algo como...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYDxgscYI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ja8jA-ex3gw/s1600-h/burca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmYDxgscYI/AAAAAAAAATw/Ja8jA-ex3gw/s320/burca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357480422331412866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;... viria a calhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="texto1" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto1"&gt;Sarkozy pergunta: - As mulheres usam burca por escolha própria ou pela pressão dos fundamentalistas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="texto1"&gt;Sua ex-primeira esposa responde: - É óbvio que é por escolha própria, idiota! Própria dos homens, que vestem e desvestem as mulheres desde que a mulher não era gente. Porque - me desculpem, mulheres - o masculinismo é fundamental(ista).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ler a respeito da irreverente situação conduzida pelo governo francês e que levará a França à sua segunda revolução política, clique &lt;a href="http://www.mwglobal.org/ipsbrasil.net/nota.php?idnews=4914"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;. Como diria tio Zara, isso é que fazer tempestade em 'cum&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burca&lt;/span&gt;' d'água! Diante disso, ser menos sarcástico impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-350939999090194280?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/350939999090194280/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=350939999090194280&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/350939999090194280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/350939999090194280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-sorriso-da-burca-lisa.html" title="O sorriso da Burca Lisa" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SlmVafSyGwI/AAAAAAAAATY/MFfVB4_HTTA/s72-c/burca.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQ3o_fCp7ImA9WxJVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-1686055346900649903</id><published>2009-07-02T09:06:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:55:42.444-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T09:55:42.444-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>Quando o tempo perguntou ao Tempo "quanto tempo o Tempo tem"</title><content type="html">... o Tempo congelou as asas da borboleta em um milésimo de segundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YFkcwtpGZo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2YFkcwtpGZo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não entendeu, então o Tempo debochou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skytp5ivVyI/AAAAAAAAATI/kq_EgtRcvJM/s1600-h/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skytp5ivVyI/AAAAAAAAATI/kq_EgtRcvJM/s320/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353844992369448738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Não vai querer que eu desenhe, né?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-1686055346900649903?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/1686055346900649903/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=1686055346900649903&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1686055346900649903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1686055346900649903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/quanto-tempo-o-tempo-tem.html" title="Quando o tempo perguntou ao Tempo &quot;quanto tempo o Tempo tem&quot;" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skytp5ivVyI/AAAAAAAAATI/kq_EgtRcvJM/s72-c/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBRHs8eCp7ImA9WxJVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-1178089884421963427</id><published>2009-07-02T08:16:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:27:35.570-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T08:27:35.570-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Enquanto isso, na Erraticidade Pós-Morte...</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson em...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O sonho não acabou: tornou-se realidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyXEeEnL3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lLpPdT5kcdM/s1600-h/tirinha_michael.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyXEeEnL3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lLpPdT5kcdM/s320/tirinha_michael.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353820160084356978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Clique na imagem para amplia-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já dizia tio Fritz: A Esperança é a última que morre...&lt;br /&gt;e, muitas vezes, a primeira que mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyZXxMIvUI/AAAAAAAAATA/WX8lLzaOIG4/s1600-h/086_%C2%BB%C2%A8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyZXxMIvUI/AAAAAAAAATA/WX8lLzaOIG4/s320/086_%C2%BB%C2%A8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353822690656959810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-1178089884421963427?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/1178089884421963427/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=1178089884421963427&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1178089884421963427?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1178089884421963427?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/enquanto-isso-na-erraticidade-pos-morte.html" title="Enquanto isso, na Erraticidade Pós-Morte..." /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyXEeEnL3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lLpPdT5kcdM/s72-c/tirinha_michael.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMBSHgyfyp7ImA9WxJVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-7607859536586685026</id><published>2009-07-02T06:54:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:00:59.697-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T08:00:59.697-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Murphy, a feminista</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyLsC3rMhI/AAAAAAAAASw/nqPzLtw5oWk/s1600-h/cropped-tampleta_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyLsC3rMhI/AAAAAAAAASw/nqPzLtw5oWk/s320/cropped-tampleta_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353807645837570578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E disse o Senhor Deus: Não é bom que o homem esteja só; far-lhe-ei uma adjutora que esteja como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;diante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dele.&lt;/span&gt; (Gen 2, 18). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ambos estavam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, o homem e a sua mulher; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;não se envergonhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; (Gen 2, 25) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E à mulher disse o Senhor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Multiplicarei grandemente a tua dor, e a tua concepção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; darás à luz filhos; e o teu desejo será para o teu marido, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ele te dominará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; (Gen 3, 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murphy, a feminista:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Não há nada que, uma vez tendo sido bom, não possa tornar-se ruim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A mulher aprenda em silêncio, com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toda a sujeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não permito, porém, que a mulher ensine, nem use de autoridade sobre o marido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas que esteja &lt;/span&gt;em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;. Porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;primeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt; foi formado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;Adão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;depois Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;(1 Tm 2, 11-13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murphy, a feminista: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não há nada que, tendo sido ruim, não possa piorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-7607859536586685026?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/7607859536586685026/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=7607859536586685026&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/7607859536586685026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/7607859536586685026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/murphy-feminista.html" title="Murphy, a feminista" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyLsC3rMhI/AAAAAAAAASw/nqPzLtw5oWk/s72-c/cropped-tampleta_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBQXk8fyp7ImA9WxJVFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-542056910555301749</id><published>2009-07-02T02:50:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T06:49:10.777-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-02T06:49:10.777-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pulha e Poia" /><title>Um peso, uma medida e duas verdades-inúteis</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyBbQ0Wz4I/AAAAAAAAASY/dhxAG8NuKhs/s1600-h/096_K%C2%AB%C3%90.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyBbQ0Wz4I/AAAAAAAAASY/dhxAG8NuKhs/s320/096_K%C2%AB%C3%90.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353796362407694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;O homem é a medida de todas as coisas, das coisas que são, enquanto são, das coisas que não são, enquanto não         são&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;", assim dizia Protágoras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skx__HXHSWI/AAAAAAAAASA/qxJskCMNwi4/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skx__HXHSWI/AAAAAAAAASA/qxJskCMNwi4/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353794779321157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com mais de 6 bilhões de medidas (humanas) no planeta, quem precisa de Antitologia*?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyBbQ0Wz4I/AAAAAAAAASY/dhxAG8NuKhs/s1600-h/096_K%C2%AB%C3%90.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyBbQ0Wz4I/AAAAAAAAASY/dhxAG8NuKhs/s320/096_K%C2%AB%C3%90.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353796362407694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O homem-medida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;caracteriza-se como o ser         que, por excelência, mede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skx__HXHSWI/AAAAAAAAASA/qxJskCMNwi4/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Skx__HXHSWI/AAAAAAAAASA/qxJskCMNwi4/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353794779321157986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ser medido (pelas pessoas) é que dá verdadeiro sentido à frase "o inferno são os outros"**.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) Protágoras (filósofo grego) defendia, em "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As Antilogias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;", que para todas as questões há dois discursos, os quais, embora coerentes em si mesmos, contradizem um ao outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(**) Célebre frase do célebre pensador francês Jean-Paul Sartre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-542056910555301749?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/542056910555301749/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=542056910555301749&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/542056910555301749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/542056910555301749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-peso-uma-medidas-e-duas-verdades.html" title="Um peso, uma medida e duas verdades-inúteis" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkyBbQ0Wz4I/AAAAAAAAASY/dhxAG8NuKhs/s72-c/096_K%C2%AB%C3%90.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIDRnw6eip7ImA9WxJWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-1257368315640465873</id><published>2009-06-24T01:18:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:42:57.212-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-24T01:42:57.212-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>A odalisca andróide e o disco voador</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGtX0cGkOI/AAAAAAAAARw/eRU7o15Lmpg/s1600-h/dolls_marina_bychkova_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGtX0cGkOI/AAAAAAAAARw/eRU7o15Lmpg/s320/dolls_marina_bychkova_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350748457017970914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Eu estou sempre aqui, olhando pela janela. Não vejo arranhões          no céu nem discos voadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Os céus estão explorados mas vazios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe um biombo de ossos perto daqui. Eu acho que estou meio sangrando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei, não precisa me dizer. Eu sou um fragmento gótico. Eu sou um castelo projetado. Eu sou um slide no meio do deserto. Eu sempre quis ser isso mesmo. Uma adolescente nua, que nunca viu discos voadores, e que acaba capturada por um trovador de fala cinematográfica. Eu sempre quis isso mesmo: armar hieróglifos com pedaços de tudo, restos de filmes, gestos de rua, gravações de rádio, fragmentos de tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" class="entry"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Mas eu sei que os meus lábios são transmutação de alguma coisa planetária. Quando eu beijo eu improviso mundos molhados. Aciono gametas guardados. Eu sou a transmutação de alguma coisa eletrônica. Uma notícia de saturno esquecida, uma pulseira de temperaturas, um manequim mutilado, uma odalisca andróide que tinha uma grande dor, que improvisou com restos de cinema e com seu amor, um disco voador."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim recitou Fausto Fawcett, sob o olhar cibernético de uma "Odalisca Andróide", em seu "Disco Voador" (texto).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-1257368315640465873?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/1257368315640465873/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=1257368315640465873&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1257368315640465873?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1257368315640465873?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/06/odalisca-androide-e-o-sonho.html" title="A odalisca andróide e o disco voador" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGtX0cGkOI/AAAAAAAAARw/eRU7o15Lmpg/s72-c/dolls_marina_bychkova_5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MQHc4fyp7ImA9WxJWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-725024223896068249</id><published>2009-06-23T23:44:00.017-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:16:21.937-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-24T01:16:21.937-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>Não eram moinhos de vento, eram cabeças de!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGi3LdLljI/AAAAAAAAARg/1ahdRQElMa0/s1600-h/moinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGi3LdLljI/AAAAAAAAARg/1ahdRQElMa0/s320/moinho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350736901144548914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Adeus Dom Quixote... siga para longe, mui longe, no seu cavalo, sonhando amores, cantando em verso e prosa mundos novos esquecid&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;os...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Bem-vinda Santa Mãe Ignorância, tutora da geração medíocre de humanos, onde a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;  maioria das massas cinzentas adquiriu uma tonalidade marrom, de degeto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;O que a população terrestre vem ingerindo audio-visualmente tem lesado terrivelmente as circunvoluções cerebrais. Além de analfabeto político, sem pensamento crítico e emancipatório, o bicho-homem partícipe da normose dos 'tempos modernos', é, na melhor das hipóteses, um completo alienado. Fato, aliás, bastante conhecido e extenuantemente discutido. E de uns anos para cá além de alienado vem se empenhando em vivenciar os excessos da mediocridade. Programas televisivos de péssima qualidade, a aculturação, a vulgaridade, o pedantismo, a distorção dos valores essenciais da família, da escola, das relações humanas, a banalização de tudo o que há de mais belo e valoroso na natureza humana e na história da humanidade, são algumas das numerosas expressões dessa pobreza de espírito, que afeta o desenvolvimento cognitivo e afetivo dos indivíduos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; O bicho-homem, de uma forma geral, perdeu a chama iluminista de adquirir Conhecimento. É quando Quixote, do alto de sua torre de marfim onírica questiona a Sancho Pança o porquê desta 'humanidade' ainda aferrar-se à prática consuetudinária de investir em livros, se a sua tendência é caminhar, a passos de gigante, rumo à auto-vulgarização e distorção de sua natureza 'pensante'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Antigamente, queimávamos livros em praça pública, hoje eles já não nos servem como o faziam em tempos transatos e não representam nenhum mal, porque de ultrapassados. A geração anabolizante-siliconada, pseudo-ista, sócio-politicamente apática e mediocramente priapista, precisa apenas consumir seu tempo absorvendo imagens sem questionar, falando demais sem nada dizer, ouvindo absurdos sem responder, vivendo das ilusões provocadas pelo excesso de drogas alucinógenas da fantástica fábrica de mortos-vivos - entorpecimentos criados para os sentidos - e assim livrar-se deste peso-morto-bicho-de-sete-cabeças indesejável chamado 'Cultura-Saber-Educação-Trabalho-Responsabilidade-Conscientização'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGlMMFrkzI/AAAAAAAAARo/kxBG0MQ-G1s/s1600-h/037_%C3%91%C2%A6%C2%A2O%C2%A6%2B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGlMMFrkzI/AAAAAAAAARo/kxBG0MQ-G1s/s320/037_%C3%91%C2%A6%C2%A2O%C2%A6%2B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350739461114925874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ah! Admirável mundo "b (n) o b (v) o"!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-725024223896068249?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/725024223896068249/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=725024223896068249&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/725024223896068249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/725024223896068249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/06/nao-eram-moinhos-de-vento-eram-cabecas.html" title="Não eram moinhos de vento, eram cabeças de!" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SkGi3LdLljI/AAAAAAAAARg/1ahdRQElMa0/s72-c/moinho.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4CQnkzcCp7ImA9WxJXFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-8231332251378386005</id><published>2009-06-09T00:02:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:12:43.788-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-09T03:12:43.788-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Os estertores do self... ou</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Chora, palhaço, a tua tristeza, ante a sinceridade do pranto de tua alma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Si3RQvJoCLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9ehw6FxwFbI/s1600-h/pagliacci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Si3RQvJoCLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9ehw6FxwFbI/s320/pagliacci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345158418223597746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uma vez eu ouvi uma piada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O homem foi ao médico e disse estar deprimido. Disse que a vida parecia dura e cruel. Disse que se sentia sozinho e ameaçado diante do mundo vago e incerto.&lt;br /&gt;O médico diz que o tratamento é simples: "O Grande Palhaço Pagliacci estará na cidade está noite, vá vê-lo. Isso deve anima-lo."&lt;br /&gt;O Homem explode em lágrimas e diz: "Mas doutor, EU sou o Pagliacci."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa piada, todos riem.&lt;br /&gt;Rufam os tambores.&lt;br /&gt;Desce o pano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O "comediante" morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para quem leu a fantástica 'Watchmen', graphic novel de Alan Moore e Dave Gibbons, certamente lembrará do texto acima. Trata-se da 'piada' contada pelo mascarado Rorschach em uma de suas reminiscências sobre  Edward Blake, The Comedian (página 27, 2º volume).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Si32yeTbr2I/AAAAAAAAARY/jeZ7Kht3XbU/s1600-h/0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Si32yeTbr2I/AAAAAAAAARY/jeZ7Kht3XbU/s320/0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345199679747108706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-8231332251378386005?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/8231332251378386005/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=8231332251378386005&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/8231332251378386005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/8231332251378386005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/06/os-estertores-do-self-ou.html" title="Os estertores do self... ou" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Si3RQvJoCLI/AAAAAAAAARQ/9ehw6FxwFbI/s72-c/pagliacci.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMSXY-eCp7ImA9WxJQEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-6635270723848086858</id><published>2009-05-22T15:06:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:39:48.850-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-22T16:39:48.850-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Como se fosse verdade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>O Êxodo Revisitado</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Exodus Decoded&lt;/i&gt; ("O Êxodo Decodificado" ou “Êxodo Decifrado”), um documentário de 95 minutos produzido em 2006, no Canadá, e orçado em 4 milhões de dólares, teve como produtor executivo o cineasta James Cameron (diretor de Titanic) e como diretor Simcha Jacobovici, conhecido do público graças a outro polêmico documentário, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Lost Tomb of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (“O Túmulo Perdido de Jesus”) – no qual afirma que Jesus e os seus descendentes foram sepultados em Jerusalém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desta vez, Jacobovici, patrocinado por Cameron, voltou a causar polêmica ao apresentar provas arqueológicas sobre a veracidade do Êxodo.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De acordo com o Velho Testamento bíblico, os hebreus fugiram do Egito em direção à Palestina tendo Moisés por guia,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;numa jornada conhecida como o Êxodo. Embora Historiadores contestem o episódio ou levantem dúvidas acerca de sua existência, neste documentário, a partir de evidências históricas e explicações científicas, Simcha e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;James Cameron apresentam de forma impressionantemente lógica indícios que apontam para a confirmação de alguns dos episódios mais dramáticos do Velho Testamento: a divisão do Mar Vermelho e o êxodo judeu do Egito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Montando os fatos históricos como um grande quebra-cabeças unido por explicações científicas geológicas e relíquias arqueológicas, diretor e produtor apresentam provas históricas da existência de Moisés, do desencadear de fenômenos naturais conhecidos como “dez pragas do Egito” e divisão&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;do Mar Vermelho, do êxodo do povo judeu, e da localização do Monte Sinai, em um documentário finamente elaborado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nele, Jacobovici começa nos falando da existênica da múmia do Faraó Ahmoses (nome que, em grego, significa “irmão de Moisés”, e em Copta é Ahmés), exibindo a imagem mortuária do antigo soberano preservada no Museu do Cairo. Curiosamente, há indícios de que no reinado de Ahmoses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, o Faraó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, após ter subjugado os hicsos (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;povo de origem semita que invadiu o Delta do Nilo e por lá fixou-se), entrou em um estranho acordo com o povo bárbaro, permitindo que o mesmo deixasse o país com seus bens, sem sofrer danos. Os hicsos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teriam ido para a Judéia, onde construíram Jerusalém (Flavio Josefo, historiado judeu do século I a.C, em &lt;i&gt;Contra Apião&lt;/i&gt;, Vol. I, pág. 73-105 § 14-6; pág. 223-232 § 25-6).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especulando que os Filhos de Israel que tentavam fugir da escravidão em busca da Terra Prometida, eram na realidade membros das tribos Hicsos, que governaram o Egito entre 1640 e 1540 a.C, Jacobovici situa a fuga do povo de Israel do Egito não em 1270 a. C., como é aceite, mas sim 300 anos antes, por volta de 1500 a.C. Tais afirmações baseiam-se em pinturas desse período, nas quais as figuras são semelhantes às descrições bíblicas de Jacob e José, seu filho (que tornou-se Grão Vizir do Egito e cujo selo real talhado no anel que o Faraó lhe dera, fora encontrado em vários objetos, inclusive como selo dos oficiais a seu comando).
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Conta-nos também Jacobovici, que o filho primogênito do Faraó Ahmoses teria morrido com apenas 12 anos de idade em decorrência de uma “epidemia”, e apresenta-nos a imagem da múmia. Mais adiante, Jacobovici traça uma linha ligando a morte do primogênito do Faraó Ahmoses com a morte de várias crianças egípicias que teriam morrido no mesmo período, devido a uma “epidemia”, sendo todos meninos – o que nos leva a décima “praga do Egito” e a sua decodificação segundo a ciência.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ressalte-se que em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; artigo para a &lt;i&gt;Biblical Archaelogical Review&lt;/i&gt;, o arqueólogo austríaco Manfred Bietak, cujas descobertas foram usadas por Jacobovici, afirmou que o realizador as tirou do contexto e garantiu que até o momento ainda não há provas de que o Êxodo tenha ocorrido 300 anos antes da data aceita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AS PRAGAS ‘NATURAIS’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para explicar as “pragas do Egito”, Jacobovici começa nos contando que provavelmente uma erupção vulcânica no arquipélago grego de Santorini ativou uma cadeia de catástrofes naturais que na Bíblia ficaram sendo conhecidas como as "Dez Pragas" que Deus enviara ao Egito como castigo por escravizar os judeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacobovici em parceria com Cameron afirma que existem, pelo menos,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;uma dúzia de relíquias arqueológicas que sugerem que o êxodo aconteceu três séculos mais cedo que os estudantes bíblicos calculam. Pela reinterpretação em arte dos museus em Luxor, Cairo, Atenas e em outros lugares, Jacobovici especula que o êxodo teria acontecido por volta de 1.500 a.C. Esse período estaria compreendido na faixa temporal em que alguns geólogos acreditam que um vulcão localizado a 650 km ao norte do Egito, numa ilha vulcânica chamada Santorini, situada ao extremo sul do grupo das Cíclades, no Mar Egeu, e a cerca de 200 km a sudeste da cidade de Atenas, entrou em erupção no mediterrâneo oriental, ocasionando o que cientistas e historiadores especulam ter sido uma série de catástrofes naturais, conectadas e desencadeadas como em um “efeito dominó”, uma após a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em suma, o Delta do Nilo, onde situava-se o reinado faraônico e habitavam os israelitas, era, naquele período geológico, um canteiro de atividades vulcânicas e transformações geofísicas.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Interessantemente, os fragmentos de uma estela com hieróglifos egípicios (e que na época da produção do documentário, encontrava-se escondida no porão do Museu do Cairo, por motivos “desconhecidos”) trazem narrações descritivas que coincidem com as descrições bíblicas sobre as “pragas” e a “fuga do povo hebreu”, porém do ponto de vista egípcio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com base em explicações geológicas e um fato semelhante registrado no ano de 1986, Jacobovici e Camerom especulam que as águas dos rios egípcios teriam se tornado vermelhas com a liberação de substâncias químicas (como o dióxido de ferro) após tempestades sísmicas subquáticas ocasionadas pela intensa atividade vulcânica em toda a região. Em 1986, algo semelhante aconteceu em lagos de Camarões, colorando as águas de vermelho-marrom e envenenando-as com o excesso de gases expelidos através de fissuras subquáticas.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com as águas do Nilo envenenadas, peixes teriam morrido (como aconteceu em Camarões e conforme nos diz uma das pragas egípicias), e os anfíbios teriam saltado para as margens do rio, em busca de ar, produzindo assim outra das dez pragas bíblicas (quando rãs cobrem a terra). Quando as rãs morreram, a putrefação e decomposição de seus corpos teriam fomentado a produção de uma superpopulação de insetos, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;especialmente piolhos e moscas, o que nos levaria às quatro pragas onde “mosquistos atormentam homens e animais”, “moscas escurecem o ar e atacam homens e animais”, “peste atinge animais”, e “pústulas cobrem homens e animais”.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacobovici também lembra que as águas enveneadas por gases naturais (como o dióxido de ferro) causam feridas no corpo, como bolhas de sangue e pús, tal como aconteceu em muitos dos habitantes de Camarões, nos idos de 1986.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A partir das intensas revoluções geofísicas se operando no Delta do Nilo, as condições climáticas sofreram mudanças severas. A chamada “chuva de granizo”, que destruiu plantações inteiras, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;teria decorrido do choque entre o vapor e fumaça espelidos pelo vulcão e a umidade da atmosfera. O calor intenso combinado ao frio atmosférico pode criar não apenas granizo como tempestades elétricas torrencias que, para os antigos, poderiam assemelhar-se a fogo caindo do céu.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No documentário, seus produtores apresentam como especulação mais próxima da realidade, a de que a “nuvem de gafanhotos” que atacou as plantações (como sendo uma das pragas do Egito), teria sido consequência de ráfagas de ventos que sopravam em direção ao Cairo (uma vez que o clima sofria os efeitos das mudanças geológicas), ocasionando a migração de milhares de gafanhotos para lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A “Escuridão” que teria encobrido o Sol por três dias é apresentada como supostamente uma ação decorrente das nuvens de fumaça expelidas pelo vulcão Santorini e que chegavam a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 37km de altura, bem como dos gases tóxicos lançados pelo vulcão e de tempestades de areia ocasionadas pela agitação climática, formando uma escuridão que os judeus chamavam de “escuridão palpável”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;assemelhado-se metaforicamente à uma escuridão eclipsadora.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paralelo a isso e como conseqüência natural da ação vulcânica subterrânea, o Delta do Nilo teria sido assolado pela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; emissão de gases químicos que até então estariam contidos no rio Nilo, misturados à água subquaticamente (tal como o dióxido de ferro, que teria avermelhado a água), e que teriam subido à sua superfície em forma de bolhas, após abalo sísmico que pertubara a mansidão das águas, ocasionando que os gases viessem à tona.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Com base nas explicações geológicas e no fato histórico ocorrido em Camarões, em 1986, Jacobovici levantou a hipótese de que o lençól gigante de gases venenosos assolou toda a região ao redor do Nilo, sendo uma das causas possíveis da morte das crianças egípicias (a “décima praga do egito”, a morte dos primogênitos egípcios). Nos acontecimentos naturais que envolveram a população de Camarões no ano de 1986, foi registrado algo impressionantemente parecido: da população que habitava próxima aos lagos envenenados, todos aqueles que dormiram rente ao chão amanheceram mortos, contaminados com os gases emitidos pelos lagos; o mesmo acontecendo com animais terrestres, como bois, cabras e galinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De acordo com as informações históricas repassadas pelo documentário, naquela época, as crianças egípcias dormiam no térreo e outras em porões (quando se tratava de habitações de um piso ou dois). Possivelmente, no período em que os gases inundaram a cidade como uma névoa densa e venenosa, os judeus estariam em vigília, comemorando a Páscoa, enquanto muitos egípcios estariam dormindo. Essa explicação, segundo Jacobovici, casa com a descoberta de vários corpos de crianças, todas do sexo masculino, encontrados em valas improvisadas, como se houvessem sido enterradas emergencialmente, como se se tratassem de vítimas de alguma “doença epidêmica”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não custa lembrar que uma outra hipótese recorrente entre os historiadores e arqueólogos é a de que a “praga” dos insetos e gafanhotos teria espalhado enfermidades nos homens, feridas e doenças nos animais, e que isso teria ameaçado as colheitas, forçando os egípcios a armazenarem os grãos para consumo, os quais poderiam ter mofado, tornando-se comida estragada. A hipótese de comida contaminada também poderia responder pela praga das mortes entre os primogênitos egípcios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A DIVISÃO DO ‘MAR DE JUNCOS’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De acordo com a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Bíblia, Moisés separou as águas do Mar Vermelho para permitir a fuga do povo hebreu do Egito rumo à Palestina. Segundo Simcha Jacobovici o fenômeno foi provocado por uma erupção vulcânica na ilha grega de Santorini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiramente, o documentário nos diz que o episódio não aconteceu no Mar Vermelho exatamente, mas no pequeno Mar de Juncos, hoje uma área pantanosa no fim do norte do Golfo de Suez. Segundo as especulações de Jacobovici e Cameron, com base na análise de geólogos, a divisão do Mar de Juncos (que teria se tornado vermelho por conta da ação dos gases nas águas da região do Delta do Nilo, e daí o fato de ter sido chamado de “mar vermelho”, sem ser o Mar Vermelho propriamente) pode ter sido causada por uma fissura provocada por um abalo sísmico que abriu uma fenda no pequeno mar, fazendo suas águas verterem em outra direção, possibilitando a travessia dos judeus “a pé enxuto”. Em consequência das tempestades sísmicas subquáticas, um tsunami teria se formado, destruindo o exército do faraó quando este perseguia os judeus em fuga.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O website do documentário argumenta que uma série de terremotos pode ter &lt;i&gt;"desestabilizado o sistema inteiro do Delta do Nilo e resultou em parte no deslize do delta para fora da placa continental africana”.&lt;/i&gt; Isto teria elevado o nível de terra ao redor do Mar de Juncos, acreditando assim ter formado um pântano de água salgada ao redor de El Balah, o já extinto lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;“Em outras palavras, o mar se abriu”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; diz o website.&lt;i&gt; “A água teria cascateado de terra alta para terra baixa... proporcionando terra seca pela qual os Israelitas poderiam cruzar. Este evento também teria causado um enorme 'fenômeno na água', um verdadeiro tsunami. Se as ondas entraram em meros 12 km no interior da área elas teriam destruído o exército egípcio.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="PT" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AS RELÍQUIAS PERDIDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jacobovici afirma ter encontrado o verdadeiro Monte Sinai em que Moisés teria recebido os dez mandamentos divinos. O monte ficaria ao norte do local atualmente reconhecido, num lugar chamado Hashem-el-Tarif, o qual, em sua opinião, corresponde perfeitamente à descrição bíblica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, talvez, a mais incitante de todas as 'revelações' tenha  sido deixada propositalmente para o final. Trata-se de, nada mais nada menos, que a possível prova material da existência da lendária Arca da Aliança, o cofre  em ouro  construído pelos hebreus durante os 40 anos de êxodo, que teria abrigado os 10 mandamentos ditados a Moisés, cuja suposta imagem em miniatura, também esculpida em ouro, encontra-se no Museu Arqueológico Nacional de Atenas, Grécia, datando de 3.500 anos, podendo constituir uma prova tangível da história bíblica.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À essa altura, qualquer semelhança entre a história e a ficção pode já não ser mera  coincidência, e, a exemplo do filme "Indiana Jones e os Caçadores da Arca Perdida", a arca não somente tenha existido como ainda existe, podendo estar hibernando sob as areias  do Egito  ou  dentro de uma gruta ateniense, como uma vez esteve esquecida  em um imenso depósito de quinquilharias, no filme de Spielberg.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E se...? E se...? Bueno, que tal assistir o documentário para tirar suas próprias conclusões?
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para fazer o download do documentário (legendado em português), visite o blog:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pirateia.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-exdo-decodificado.html"&gt;http://pirateia.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-exdo-decodificado.html&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=E037JXWQ"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para assistir o documentário (também legendado em português), visite:
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8632132215343271224"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8632132215343271224&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Shb1788a9NI/AAAAAAAAARA/D413cbH00kE/s1600-h/MosesFish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Shb1788a9NI/AAAAAAAAARA/D413cbH00kE/s320/MosesFish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338724818614940882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-6635270723848086858?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/6635270723848086858/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=6635270723848086858&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6635270723848086858?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6635270723848086858?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-exodo-revisitado.html" title="O Êxodo Revisitado" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/ShbsLC4OHOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/qj1KOYQMvm0/s72-c/o%2Bexodo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACRHs9cSp7ImA9WxJRFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-2950778284417045402</id><published>2009-05-16T20:52:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:06:05.569-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-16T21:06:05.569-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O máximo das máximas" /><title>Penso, logo (me) reflito</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sg9U2mvYm_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/cPcEz2boaW0/s1600-h/anote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SgX2wL-djFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/biJUNmCHnHw/s320/frajola_piupiu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333940641399147602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saído da mente "impoluta" &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de um desconhecido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://www.theaquariumonline.co.uk/acatalog/Online_Catalogue_James_Cauty_5.html"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;James Cauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, para as páginas de resultados de pesquisa do Google, O TROCO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, após longos anos de espera, a tão sonhada vingança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Como diria o 'velho deitado': "A vingança quando plena, mata o alvo e vale a pena"... No caso acima, a 'pena' foi (literalmente) junto com o alvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;A notícia é velha, mas a imagem é dessas que dão real sentido à manjada frase "recordar é reviver..." - a mesma sensação de êxtase de novo e de novo e de novo e de novo e..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SgX5y7f1waI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Mx86gspmuM4/s1600-h/devil-smiley-029.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 30px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SgX5y7f1waI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Mx86gspmuM4/s320/devil-smiley-029.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333943987050234274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-4008283623330952311?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/4008283623330952311/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=4008283623330952311&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4008283623330952311?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4008283623330952311?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/05/antes-tarde.html" title="Antes tarde..." /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SgX2wL-djFI/AAAAAAAAAP4/biJUNmCHnHw/s72-c/frajola_piupiu.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHR3Y4fCp7ImA9WxJSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-4462422010523989295</id><published>2009-05-04T16:17:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:10:36.834-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T00:10:36.834-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Histórias de berçário, prima parte</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf8_3oc6KHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5sMLW14R1DI/s1600-h/attention2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf8_3oc6KHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5sMLW14R1DI/s320/attention2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332050708813981810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-kim9STSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EnT59QhdL84/s1600-h/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-kim9STSI/AAAAAAAAAPg/EnT59QhdL84/s320/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161398310063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o nasci, nasci com um puta mau humor. Eu não chorei, eu bufei pelas n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;arinas (ainda não sabia que se podia "bufar" pelo ânus). E mesmo depois da palmadinha do filho da mãe do médico, eu não chorei, eu bufei mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s1600-h/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s320/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161987545647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;assim nascia EU: irônica, sarcástica, chutando o pau do barracão e afundando o pé na jaca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s1600-h/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s320/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161987545647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hoje, já sei bufar prodigiosamente pelo ânus e acrescentei os itens "calhorda, intolerante, absurdada, grossa, indiferente, vingativa e venenosa" ao meu pequeno dicionário "odioso". &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s1600-h/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf-lE6B_yhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fWeQ0MbAxPY/s320/111_%C3%B1%40-y%C3%81-%C2%A6%C2%A6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161987545647634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;C'est la vie et vive la merde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim psico-arrotou a pequena Zarita, em uma tórrida manhã de reclames gastro-intestinais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-4462422010523989295?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/4462422010523989295/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=4462422010523989295&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4462422010523989295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4462422010523989295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/05/historias-de-bercario-prima-parte.html" title="Histórias de berçário, prima parte" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf8_3oc6KHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5sMLW14R1DI/s72-c/attention2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENRng6cSp7ImA9WxJSFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-1020851668457680630</id><published>2009-05-03T23:48:00.020-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:08:17.619-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-04T02:08:17.619-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>Eles estão conosco até os confins do mundo! Literalmente.</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5trppCEII/AAAAAAAAAOg/94hzQA29IPc/s1600-h/jesusbuddha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5trppCEII/AAAAAAAAAOg/94hzQA29IPc/s320/jesusbuddha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331819605533003906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Você já se perguntou por onde andariam ilustres figuras mítico-históricas como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jesus, o Cristo, e Buddha, o Iluminado? Pois é. E se o óbvio ululante dos tempos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;modernos respondesse das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;páginas de um novo testamento manganês, que Jesus e Sidarta (o nome de Buddha antes dele aderir à subversiva vida de  magistério transcedente) estão na Terra neste-exato-momento-agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;em carne e osso - e puberdade juvenil?  Não apenas isso, mas que Jesus e Sidarta dividem um pequeno apê localizado na Terra do Sol Nascente, "vulgo" Japão, entre discussões acaloradas sobre temas corriqueiros (direta ou indiretamente relacionados ao universo particular de cada um),  cyber-navegações, restos de comida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;congelada, "gozando" de toda a "paz e tranquilidade" que somente a vida metropolitana é capaz de oferecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bueno, se antes havia dúvidas agora não há mais, pois é fato real e inconteste que Jesus e Buddha estão 'entre nós' nos dias de hoje! - Ainda que  a frase-pensamento de tio Fritz (Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;), "Gott ist tot" ("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deus está morto", em eloquente alemão) esteja em alta nos círculos da moda pseudo-anarco-niilista,  nos circuitos internacionais das "frases feitas descontextuais". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Para os teimosos céticos, a prova material da presença de Jesus e Buddha em nosso meio: a atual saga conjunta dos jovens mestres encontra-se nas páginas do manga &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.onemanga.com/Saint_Young_Men/"&gt;Saint Oniisan&lt;/a&gt;, ou &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Saint_Young_Men/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saint Young Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, o ilustrado "livro das revelações" regurgitado pela mangaka Hikaru Nakamura e 'comunicado' pela primeira vez ao mundo pela revista japonesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.e-1day.jp/morning/magazine/"&gt;Morning&lt;/a&gt;, em 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5yzZsQhhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OXRHz4ZgsJM/s1600-h/jesses+dramadala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5yzZsQhhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OXRHz4ZgsJM/s320/jesses+dramadala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331825236248659474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nota de rodapé "três por quatro": Não menos real (e "óbvio") que dividir um apartamento com Buddha em pleno Japão, é saber que Jesus, do alto de sua coroa de espinhos cultivados no topo de sua cabeleira hippie, é o feliz proprietário de um badalado blog, o  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.onemanga.com/Saint_Young_Men/5/05/"&gt;Jesse’s Dramandala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, que recebe ao dia (segundo o próprio Jesus) 10.000 visitas. Afinal, quem precisa de pernas para ir aos quatro cantos de um país, quando se tem a internet para se navegar mundo a dentro, valendo-se de um meio de comunicação para massas tão comum como um blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Aos de fé inabalável na Segunda Vinda, bem como aos  cientificistas, voyeurs  e  advogados, o "novíssimo testamento" está reunido em dois volumes, formados a partir do conjunto de "livros sagrados", vulgo mangas, publicados até então. No mais, "cala-te boca": o endereço do apê de J.C. e Sid Gautama permanece sob sigilo divino. Irrevelável. Nem sob tortura romana e carne de porco mal passada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5ykTda1VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BOpX2M_mGJE/s1600-h/2yu0sx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5ykTda1VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/BOpX2M_mGJE/s320/2yu0sx0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331824976877770066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-1020851668457680630?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/1020851668457680630/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=1020851668457680630&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1020851668457680630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1020851668457680630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/05/eles-estao-conosco-ate-os-confins-do.html" title="Eles estão conosco até os confins do mundo! Literalmente." /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5trppCEII/AAAAAAAAAOg/94hzQA29IPc/s72-c/jesusbuddha.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBQX46cCp7ImA9WxJSFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-196213002605318047</id><published>2009-05-03T23:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:47:30.018-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-03T23:47:30.018-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O máximo das máximas" /><title>O máximo das máximas 'Homericas', parte I</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5V6rxdSYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N5qpcLfNCUo/s1600-h/Homer_Simpson_2006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5V6rxdSYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N5qpcLfNCUo/s320/Homer_Simpson_2006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331793475524184450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Existem três frases curtas que levarão sua vida adiante:&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não diga que fui eu!&lt;/span&gt;',&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, boa idéia chefe!&lt;/span&gt;' e&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Já estava assim quando cheguei.&lt;/span&gt;'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-196213002605318047?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/196213002605318047/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=196213002605318047&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/196213002605318047?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/196213002605318047?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/05/homer-simpson-disse.html" title="O máximo das máximas 'Homericas', parte I" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/Sf5V6rxdSYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/N5qpcLfNCUo/s72-c/Homer_Simpson_2006.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQNRXc4fyp7ImA9WxJTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-6875215513326719505</id><published>2009-04-27T20:47:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T16:36:34.937-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-28T16:36:34.937-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Oberon e o novo mundo, ou...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sonhos de Ophelia e Hamlet em uma tarde de inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfZPFqelIiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8XPER5qcvpw/s1600-h/6028333-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfZPFqelIiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8XPER5qcvpw/s320/6028333-md.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329534167760052770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"E a sorte está lançada senhores! Abrem-se as cortinas de mais um palco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dá-se início a mais um novo mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamo-nos, amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sigamos para onde não nos estendem braços seguros e não há sinal de palavras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;modeladas pelo cinzel do mordaz farsante; haveremos de pescar em terras do além,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;onde o soturno é belo e a hipocrisia não amaina a lâmina cortante da língua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;afiada dos peixeiros à beira da calçada; filósofos errantes, girantes em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rodas-vivas estacionárias, cheirando a vinho tinto barato; cabelos, pernas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bocas, apelos, ladainhas de santos vivos, mortos, a um passo do precipício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Avante, amigos! Haveremos de vagar por entre os céticos e crentes e perenes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e atrozes, sendo a pedra e a água, a meretriz e a mulher insone que vaga no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vestíbulo das purificações d'alma, o caçador e a eterna caça, o verdugo e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pacificador, a etérea plaga dos arrebatadores de corpos, as pastagens e as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;torrentes áridas dos desertos de onde voltamos e jamais pisamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eis que entoaremos nosso canto de glória à hora em que dorme a mortal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;humanidade, unindo-nos aos loucos, recitando visões de tempos antes da lua ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;observar, de nosso amplo mirante além-mar, o revoar de pássaros de uma outra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aurora, admirando do topo de nossa pena lírica os cataclismos de um velho clã &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;social.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haveremos de contemplar os caminhos desenhados pelo licor dos lábios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;entreabertos, das feridas na pele nua de nossos pés ao toque pérfuro-lacerante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dos espinhos; e permaneceremos suspensos em pensamentos, vislumbrando a total &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;evisceração de emoções desumanas, humanas, dos homens e mulheres deste tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haveremos de erguer o olhar a um céu impermanente, sem que nos caiam o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cálice e a espada das mãos à terra abismática das ilusões e, como luas e sóis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;inditosos, espelharemos as nossas entranhas nas águas calmas, turbulentas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oceano das revelações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A inexorabilidade da seta arremassada contra o inimigo, o doido seteiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rondando a muralha, o feixe de luz inundando a casa através da seteira, a seta e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o alvo, o côncavo e convexo da claridão, o sol escalando as dunas bolorentas da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;folha cinza em branco do pensamento, as peças de xadrez movendo-se de um canto a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;outro do tabuleiro no vazio escuro da sala, o canto solitário das cordas vocais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do violino, as mãos de um violinista preservadas no cofre atrás do quadro, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;novocaína dissecando as veias do velho estoico, a adrenalina como fumo ardoso no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;baixo ventre do hedonista, a consagração de uma ditadura niilista, negar-se cara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a cara no reflexo das águas perante o túmulo de Narciso, ver-se Narciso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;indeciso, iso; levitar sobre a divisa entre o sul e o norte na linha do equador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no último dia de solstício; psicodélicos girassóis de maio à margem da estrada; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um vôo alçado das costas de Gibraltar no imenso azul do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Secar o mar com a nossa sede de amar...vazar mar das artérias em febre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iodar, salgar, mar-amar, ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfZSiSU-9aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WwwZgPOv6Qg/s1600-h/sandman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfZSiSU-9aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/WwwZgPOv6Qg/s320/sandman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329537958028440994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*Observação no cantinho da página: sem linha. Escrever nas cem linhas do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tempo. Lembrar de colocar o cachorro-quente na sala, o gato no forno, deixar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;extraterrestre de plantão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-6875215513326719505?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/6875215513326719505/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=6875215513326719505&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6875215513326719505?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/6875215513326719505?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/oberon-e-o-novo-mundo-ou.html" title="Oberon e o novo mundo, ou..." /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfZPFqelIiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8XPER5qcvpw/s72-c/6028333-md.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDRnw5eip7ImA9WxJTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-7471078907746319636</id><published>2009-04-27T02:23:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:34:37.222-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T20:34:37.222-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Triviais e Bossais" /><title>Entre outras mil, és tu Brasil...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfVBmV-BfeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_SNoFcq_sjQ/s1600-h/bandeira-do-brasil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfVBmV-BfeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_SNoFcq_sjQ/s400/bandeira-do-brasil.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329237861050973666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bandeira do Brasil: a única com ironia embutida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-7471078907746319636?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/7471078907746319636/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=7471078907746319636&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/7471078907746319636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/7471078907746319636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/ordem-e-progresso.html" title="Entre outras mil, és tu Brasil..." /><author><name>Aline Deaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820179341239834352</uri><email>aline.deaba@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08668342913098771210" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfVBmV-BfeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_SNoFcq_sjQ/s72-c/bandeira-do-brasil.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUGQns_eCp7ImA9WxJSF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-4615660255881436885</id><published>2009-04-23T14:51:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:17:03.540-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-07T15:17:03.540-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pulha e Poia" /><title>A propedêutica do Umbiguismo Metapsicogênese ou...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Diálogos atemporais entre a Escória que há em Pulha e a Espúria que há em Poia, na não-localidade quântica de toda vã verborragia pueril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escória: - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCtraN2kYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YIP-gto_PE4/s1600-h/021_%C3%B1%C2%B6%C2%BB%C2%BE%2BR.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327949320462700930" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCtraN2kYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YIP-gto_PE4/s320/021_%C3%B1%C2%B6%C2%BB%C2%BE%2BR.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu sei que vou ME AMAR... por toda a minha vida vou ME AMAR... desesperadamente eu sei que vou ME AMAR! - corre e se joga em cima de si mesmo num abraço apaixonado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Espúria: - &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywe2kTOI/AAAAAAAAANY/7kMVsnBsCY8/s1600-h/081_%C2%A2%C3%81%C3%B1%C3%BA%2B%C3%91.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954905164696802" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywe2kTOI/AAAAAAAAANY/7kMVsnBsCY8/s320/081_%C2%A2%C3%81%C3%B1%C3%BA%2B%C3%91.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sabe, eu conheço um ótimo psiquiatra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escória: - &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxpx7Gz5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-bNaYVThxyE/s1600-h/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327953690513297298" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxpx7Gz5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/-bNaYVThxyE/s320/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se eu te disser que meu parapsicoproctologista usa pantufas de coelho, blusa com a marca "Quanto mais idiota melhor" e faz bolhinhas de sabão com o cachimbo do avô dele, você acredita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Espúria: - &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxqHzjcFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DAYdhjmHpcY/s1600-h/027_%C2%A6Y%C2%A6D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327953696387199058" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxqHzjcFI/AAAAAAAAANA/DAYdhjmHpcY/s320/027_%C2%A6Y%C2%A6D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escória: - &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCwaIly5qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KM5EUA86ts0/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327952322208392866" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCwaIly5qI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KM5EUA86ts0/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E ele é gay. Sua mais recente paixão se chama Ulisses. Durante a minha última sessão, meu parapsicoproctologista me despachou para uma encruzilhada, dizendo: "Ulisses não tardará! Vou pra casa encenar Penélope! Fui!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Espúria: - &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCtrjEea2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qYL5s4hAZYU/s1600-h/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327949322839288674" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCtrjEea2I/AAAAAAAAAMA/qYL5s4hAZYU/s320/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... Acho que vi um OVNI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escória: - &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxp80kymI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JCSZV9XMK4A/s1600-h/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327953693438691938" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCxp80kymI/AAAAAAAAAM4/JCSZV9XMK4A/s320/052_%C2%A6%C2%A1-I%C3%B1l.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um Ornitorrinco Vesgo Neurastênico e Idiota?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Espúria: - &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCwZ9HsSiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xzpn5Dmlsus/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327952319129340450" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCwZ9HsSiI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xzpn5Dmlsus/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um UFO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Escória: - &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywZmV2yI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aauiwHdJmJ0/s1600-h/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954903754464034" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywZmV2yI/AAAAAAAAANQ/aauiwHdJmJ0/s320/054_%C2%AAn%C3%B1%C2%AF%C2%A6%C3%AD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O que União dos Flatos Ovolactoputrefatos tem a ver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Espúria: - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywMzw7PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5tYtlfD1AIo/s1600-h/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327954900321103090" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCywMzw7PI/AAAAAAAAANI/5tYtlfD1AIo/s320/023_%C2%A1W%C2%A6o%C2%AC%C2%A6%C3%80%C2%A4%C2%BFg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É por isso que o mundo precisa de você. Para desmistificar as incógnitas da humanidade! - segundo a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-4615660255881436885?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/4615660255881436885/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=4615660255881436885&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4615660255881436885?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/4615660255881436885?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/umbiguismo-t.html" title="A propedêutica do Umbiguismo Metapsicogênese ou..." /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SfCtraN2kYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YIP-gto_PE4/s72-c/021_%C3%B1%C2%B6%C2%BB%C2%BE%2BR.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMASH4-cCp7ImA9WxJTFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-753818573031197521</id><published>2009-04-23T14:47:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:14:09.058-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T15:14:09.058-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>Mãe, eu quero ser alienado!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCugL9PDsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VvjkkguKhiY/s1600-h/televis%C3%A3o+e+pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCugL9PDsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VvjkkguKhiY/s320/televis%C3%A3o+e+pensamento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950227167973058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Síndrome de Cypher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCs8iyxpRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/urIbNixnhJM/s1600-h/nh%C3%A3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCs8iyxpRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/urIbNixnhJM/s400/nh%C3%A3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327948515311199506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Porque você assiste televisão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsQYmUbRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TKVTXfm6J7E/s1600-h/oculos+charuto.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsQYmUbRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/TKVTXfm6J7E/s400/oculos+charuto.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327947756660354322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ué, pelo mesmo motivo que todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsjvIoDuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hAD__ewwdpg/s1600-h/nh%C3%A3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsjvIoDuI/AAAAAAAAAFw/hAD__ewwdpg/s400/nh%C3%A3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327948089127341794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Para se entreter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsvpe87TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0ykoeDVSsTU/s1600-h/dedao.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCsvpe87TI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0ykoeDVSsTU/s400/dedao.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327948293768801586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não, para me alienar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCtNtpbUhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G1t3ZnQSzAo/s1600-h/nh%C3%A3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCtNtpbUhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/G1t3ZnQSzAo/s400/nh%C3%A3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327948810282553874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E você consegue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCt_S30m3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ohz6n7nI0CM/s1600-h/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCt_S30m3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ohz6n7nI0CM/s400/058_%2B%C3%80%C3%91%C3%8F.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327949662088633202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- ... Não, esse é o problema. Sou como a China, que conseguiu a proeza de ter o pior de duas ideologias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCuTUrEeVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xUdjeYBZULk/s1600-h/dedo+nariz.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCuTUrEeVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/xUdjeYBZULk/s400/dedo+nariz.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950006169401682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-753818573031197521?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/753818573031197521/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=753818573031197521&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/753818573031197521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/753818573031197521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/mae-eu-quero-ser-alienado.html" title="Mãe, eu quero ser alienado!" /><author><name>Aline Deaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820179341239834352</uri><email>aline.deaba@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08668342913098771210" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SfCugL9PDsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VvjkkguKhiY/s72-c/televis%C3%A3o+e+pensamento.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQBRHkzcSp7ImA9WxJTGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-2286675102022444546</id><published>2009-04-14T00:21:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:45:55.789-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-28T15:45:55.789-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="O máximo das máximas" /><title>O solitário Tio Zara</title><content type="html">Do alto de seu monte, segurando a sua marreta enquanto contempla a imensidão de ignorantes que compõe a cidade da qual se refugiou, eis que Tio Zara fala para si próprio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SeQCwo68qWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oLNEyXC9rmA/s1600-h/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SeQCwo68qWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oLNEyXC9rmA/s400/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324383694100408674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Todas as vezes que eu falo sozinho, a companhia não é boa. Mas ainda assim costuma ser melhor do que quando eu falo com outras pessoas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-2286675102022444546?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/2286675102022444546/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=2286675102022444546&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/2286675102022444546?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/2286675102022444546?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-solitario-tio-zara.html" title="O solitário Tio Zara" /><author><name>Aline Deaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08820179341239834352</uri><email>aline.deaba@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="08668342913098771210" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ipZ6Bx5oQto/SeQCwo68qWI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oLNEyXC9rmA/s72-c/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8FR3s5eip7ImA9WxVaFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-1007960941438710874</id><published>2009-04-12T16:50:00.018-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:13:36.522-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-12T18:13:36.522-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Era uma vez... quer que conte outra vez?" /><title>O ovo de Godah, ou a Páscoa segundo Luiz Fernando Veríssimo</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SeJLgnCG7eI/AAAAAAAAALY/Efmzb2CWNKI/s1600-h/easter1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SeJLgnCG7eI/AAAAAAAAALY/Efmzb2CWNKI/s320/easter1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323900733111070178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pessach (judaica): a libertação do povo de Israel do domínio egípcio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento histórico narrado por Boris Casoy, na passagem bíblica descrita por Hermanoteu*: ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;E Moisés, aspirando profundamente, disse ao seu povo, ao vislumbrar o exército egípcio aproximar-se: - CORRE NEGADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Páscoa (cristã): a morte e a ressurreição de Jesus de Nazaré, o Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento "O último pedaço de ovo de Páscoa que encontrei na minha cueca numa manhã de domingo", narrado por Luiz Fernando Veríssimo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filho pergunta ao pai:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Papai, o que é Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ora, Páscoa é... bem... é uma festa religiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Igual ao Natal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É parecido. Só que no Natal comemora-se o nascimento de Jesus, e na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Páscoa, se não me engano, comemora-se a sua ressureição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ressurreição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É, ressurreição. Marta, vem cá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Explica pra esse garoto o que é ressurreição pra eu poder ler o meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jornal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bom, meu filho, ressurreição é tornar a viver após ter morrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Foi o que aconteceu com Jesus, três dias depois de ter sido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; crucificado. Ele ressuscitou e subiu aos céus. Entendeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mais ou menos... Mamãe, Jesus era um coelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que é isso menino? Não me fale uma bobagem dessas! Coelho! Jesus Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é o Papai do Céu!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nem parece que esse menino foi batizado! Jorge, esse menino não pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crescer desse jeito, sem ir numa missa pelo menos aos domingos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até parece que não lhe demos uma educação cristã!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Já pensou se ele solta uma besteira dessas na escola? Deus me perdoe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Amanhã mesmo vou matricular esse moleque no catecismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamãe, mas o Papai do Céu não é Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- É filho, Jesus e Deus são a mesma coisa. Você vai estudar isso no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; catecismo. É a Trindade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Deus é Pai, Filho e Espírito Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Espírito Santo também é Deus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- É sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- E Minas Gerais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Sacrilégio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É por isso que a ilha de Trindade fica perto do Espírito Santo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não é o Estado do Espírito Santo que compõe a Trindade, meu filho, é o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Espírito Santo de Deus. É um negócio meio complicado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; nem a mamãe entende direito. Mas se você perguntar no catecismo a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; professora explica tudinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Bom, se Jesus não é um coelho, quem é o coelho da Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu sei lá! É uma tradição. É igual a Papai Noel, só que ao invés de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; presente ele traz ovinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coelho bota ovo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chega! Deixa eu ir fazer o almoço que eu ganho mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Papai, não era melhor que fosse galinha da Páscoa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Era... era melhor, sim... ou então urubu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Papai, Jesus nasceu no dia 25 de dezembro, né? Que dia ele morreu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Isso eu sei: na Sexta-feira Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que dia e que mês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  (???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  Sabe que eu nunca pensei nisso? Eu só aprendi que ele morreu na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Sexta-feira Santa e ressucitou três dias depois, no Sábado de Aleluia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um dia depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não, três dias depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Então morreu na Quarta-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não, morreu na Sexta-feira Santa... ou terá sido na Quarta-feira de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Cinzas? Ah, garoto, vê se não me confunde! Morreu na Sexta mesmo e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ressuscitou no sábado, três dias depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Pergunte à sua professora de catecismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Papai, por que amarraram um monte de bonecos de pano lá na rua?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É que hoje é Sabado de Aleluia, e o pessoal vai fazer a malhação do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Judas. Judas foi o apóstolo que traiu Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- O Judas traiu Jesus no Sábado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Claro que não! Se Jesus morreu na Sexta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Então por que eles não malham o Judas no dia certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Ai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Papai, qual era o sobrenome de Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Cristo... Jesus Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Só?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Que eu saiba sim, por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei não, mas tenho um palpite de que o nome dele era Jesus Cristo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coelho. Só assim esse negócio de coelho da Páscoa faz sentido, não acha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ai coitada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coitada de quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Da sua professora de catecismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SeJPGxp6LDI/AAAAAAAAALw/aKRHes88IzQ/s1600-h/EasterBunnies_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SeJPGxp6LDI/AAAAAAAAALw/aKRHes88IzQ/s320/EasterBunnies_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323904687332273202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(*) Referência ao personagem Hermanoteu, da louca peça teatral épica-satírica 'Hermanoteu na Terra de Godah',  da cômica companhia Os Melhores do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-1007960941438710874?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/1007960941438710874/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=1007960941438710874&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1007960941438710874?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/1007960941438710874?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoa-segundo-luiz-fernando-verissimo.html" title="O ovo de Godah, ou a Páscoa segundo Luiz Fernando Veríssimo" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SeJLgnCG7eI/AAAAAAAAALY/Efmzb2CWNKI/s72-c/easter1.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcAQng8eyp7ImA9WxVbF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1087672753024483576.post-3285212028497178838</id><published>2009-04-03T02:25:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:27:23.673-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-03T03:27:23.673-03:00</app:edited><title>Assim falou Obama</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Na cúpula dos 20, quem alcança o ponto "G" é "o cara"."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" href="http://br.video.yahoo.com/watch/4791493/12791302"&gt;&lt;img src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/videosearch/8154/82968348.jpeg" alt="Na cúpula do G20, Obama cumprimenta Lula: &amp;quot;I love this guy&amp;quot; @ Yahoo! Video" title="Na cúpula do G20, Obama cumprimenta Lula: &amp;quot;I love this guy&amp;quot; @ Yahoo! Video" width="158" height="111" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Clique na imagem e assista o video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Obama-san:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s1600-h/070_goodjob.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s320/070_goodjob.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338967913847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Esse é meu chapa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lula-Lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWoeNbZTkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/w0DUafygT0Q/s1600-h/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWoeNbZTkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/w0DUafygT0Q/s320/065_%C2%BD%C2%A7%2B%C2%BE%C3%B1i.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320343771762216514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Hm-hm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Obama-san:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s1600-h/070_goodjob.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s320/070_goodjob.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338967913847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Eu amo esse cara!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lula-Lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWrpyeMaXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qm_V6A2n5dk/s1600-h/014_%2B%2B%C2%AA%C2%A2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWrpyeMaXI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qm_V6A2n5dk/s320/014_%2B%2B%C2%AA%C2%A2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320347269219510642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Obama-san:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGYGw74I/AAAAAAAAAKA/TeVBBR42Cnw/s1600-h/113_%C2%BD%C3%8B.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGYGw74I/AAAAAAAAAKA/TeVBBR42Cnw/s320/113_%C2%BD%C3%8B.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338964265103234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- O presidente mais popular do mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lula-Lá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWod7kWLDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ekOLLJgLJsg/s1600-h/019_%C2%BDx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWod7kWLDI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ekOLLJgLJsg/s320/019_%C2%BDx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320343766967921714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Hm-hm... - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Meus óculos... onde deixei meus óculos?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rudd-san:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlEf67I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4qhtT-M9seI/s1600-h/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlEf67I/AAAAAAAAAKI/4qhtT-M9seI/s320/102_%2Ba%C3%B1j%C2%BF%C2%B9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338967745260466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- O mais popular político de longo mandato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lula-Lá:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGMEr4WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sLEfKgB1G1s/s1600-h/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGMEr4WI/AAAAAAAAAJw/sLEfKgB1G1s/s320/029_%C2%A6%C2%AE%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A9g%C3%B1%C2%AF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338961035157858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; saem os comes-e-bebes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Espectador brasileiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWpNPUb4NI/AAAAAAAAALI/YDZJYPYKlvY/s1600-h/085_%2B%C3%BA%C3%B1O.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWpNPUb4NI/AAAAAAAAALI/YDZJYPYKlvY/s320/085_%2B%C3%BA%C3%B1O.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320344579723747538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;É sério, o Lula precisa aprender a falar em inglês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lula-Lá-Em-Cima:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWm4VTQBVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iqX6whYa-d4/s1600-h/042_%C2%A6%C2%AC%C2%A6B%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A6%C3%8B%C2%A6H.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWm4VTQBVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iqX6whYa-d4/s320/042_%C2%A6%C2%AC%C2%A6B%C3%B1%C3%BA%C2%A6%C3%8B%C2%A6H.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320342021528880466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Não mesmo! Eles é que precisam falar em português. AGORA mais que nunca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Obama-san:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s1600-h/070_goodjob.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s320/070_goodjob.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338967913847954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;- Ele é o cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1087672753024483576-3285212028497178838?l=assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/feeds/3285212028497178838/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1087672753024483576&amp;postID=3285212028497178838&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/3285212028497178838?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1087672753024483576/posts/default/3285212028497178838?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://assimpostouzaratustra.blogspot.com/2009/04/assim-falou-obama_03.html" title="Assim falou Obama" /><author><name>[Inna Puchkin]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05475220520856965567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="17528754479785674180" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LbQc5vJ1_Qw/SdWkGlssXJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/COQV2d0SO88/s72-c/070_goodjob.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry></feed>

