<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:32:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>religione</category><category>Politica</category><category>Poesie</category><category>Commenti</category><category>Morale</category><category>Società</category><category>Etica</category><category>Me</category><category>storia</category><category>Cultura</category><category>Satira</category><category>Giornalismo</category><category>Umorismo</category><category>Fotografia</category><category>Racconti</category><category>Televisione</category><category>Ufficio Deliri</category><category>Cronaca</category><category>Inferno</category><category>Scienze</category><category>Internet</category><category>Aforismi</category><category>Debunk</category><category>Fun</category><category>Sindone</category><category>Pensieri disordinati</category><category>Costume</category><category>Folklore</category><category>Arte</category><category>Filosofia</category><category>Medicina</category><category>Medioevo</category><category>Sesso</category><category>Viaggi</category><category>Blog</category><category>Notizie</category><category>Superstizione</category><category>Economia</category><category>Eutanasia</category><category>scienza</category><category>Pedofilia</category><category>Sport</category><category>Veleno</category><category>Berlusconi</category><category>Complotti</category><category>Monumenti</category><category>Musica</category><category>Video</category><category>Laicità</category><category>Tragedie</category><category>De Mattei</category><category>Sociale</category><category>Celtic</category><category>Heavy Metal</category><category>Libri</category><category>Salute</category><category>San Gennaro</category><category>Teatro</category><category>curiosità</category><category>scuola</category><category>Meteo</category><category>Personale</category><category>Pubblicità</category><category>Sanità</category><category>Terremoto</category><category>Ambiente</category><category>Calcio</category><category>Cancro</category><category>Castelli</category><category>Digitale Terrestre</category><category>Educazione</category><category>Natale</category><category>Profezie</category><category>Referendum</category><category>Ricordi</category><category>ateismo</category><category>Archivio</category><category>Bagnasco</category><category>Biotestamento</category><category>CICAP</category><category>Cinema</category><category>Concordia</category><category>Dante Alighieri</category><category>De Falco</category><category>Facebook</category><category>Fanzaga</category><category>Fatima</category><category>Genetliaco</category><category>Giustizia</category><category>Lavoro</category><category>Maya</category><category>Migranti</category><category>Mondiali</category><category>ONG</category><category>Pontifex</category><category>Scalfari</category><category>Schettino</category><category>Solidarietà</category><category>Suv</category><category>Tolkien</category><category>Vacanze</category><title>Il Pensatoio di McG</title><description></description><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>807</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-5001025779107520121</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2017 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-29T20:11:36.601+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201711.29</title><atom:summary type="text">








Lunedì sera sono venuti il Maestro Renato e la Maestra &quot;Assistente&quot; Serena.

Una bella sorpesa.

Ma non sono venuti da soli: mi hanno portato un piccolo riconoscimento per quanto fatto la scorsa annata.

Dopo un anno passato a regolarmi, e quindi soffrire, mi hanno reso omaggio dell&#39;unica cosa che, sportivamente, mi mancava.

Non che me lo meritassi, ovviamente, non c&#39;é diritto alla </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/11/war-report-20171129.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3UjTkz8jjr3jeIBuEpU2QbSnneu9yTwqCZKKeZoVs72ehkDKqF6lyNF7ZyMO3p8SWgyTqQvgrMs6NHuCog9HwtpUWGOB8Lo45cSDyr1qdvkbe4yh0M8uUu9ACIvW4I5RRfvEoBg7-Er8/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-5242053887752799109</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Oct 2017 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-09T14:16:59.696+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201710.09</title><atom:summary type="text">

Non ci sono novità, o per lo meno, la malattia va avanti, ma in modo molto più lento.
Nel weekend ho recuperato il 50-60% del mie capacità mentali (quelle per cui avevo una cognizione reale del temine da utilizzare e non riuscivo ad esprimere tramite parole di senso compiuto), ed è in via di miglioramento.
Purtroppo il lato sx è sempre più debole, compreso il braccio e schiena.
Devo recuperarlo</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/10/war-report-20171009.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_-tlwdb5TwwfvKaBmkb6nOnx3TYiRyy_LdtyOse2cuA18NWt9VnkOlnqT9L1Tg3P3rWRhRwXYKguSVeFSuE5K3X8X7Il0pyo4ejlcSNN5GVKXY0eJhFNbhWFYVdxlo9YNWVpIlEdqymP/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-6624377612227823426</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Oct 2017 13:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-04T23:13:10.091+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201710.04</title><atom:summary type="text">


Nonostante sia da almeno sette giorni, con il cortisone tornati a quelli dell&#39;operazione, che il cervello non si sblocca.&amp;nbsp;

Parlo come fossi un &quot;cretino&quot;, a cui non vengono fuori le parole.
In realtà, va a momenti: ma sono per lo più negativi.


Avrei dato tutto, per non vedere l&#39;ultima parte di me, che rantola, nell&#39;attesa di poter essere espressa; e invece, no. Tutto si fa duro, e se </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/10/war-report-20171004.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReLkXMgCI0yBIhYK0u_JjvJm1u3a5fF02p6mhCnrqjGaciW_g53YVthrkLRMMIfuftPLZxScjHPK4H5bU6kRzXQBNLybg422mq7ObFuzxOuPQPyAg0OniUGGdP6_zUvND98znA3BPEkmv/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-2557922051423567991</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2017 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-04T23:11:57.885+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201709.14</title><atom:summary type="text">


Break of the day Light of the sun Keep this darkness away from my heart And guide me far on my way And watch over me through the day

(Power Simphony - The Song of Man)



Ieri, doccia fredda.

Pensavo che il recente problema, dovuto al fatto che faccio fatica a pronunciare pensieri (in realtà li penso, ma poi, non riesco sempre a definirli come vorrei), fosse in qualche modo legato alle </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/09/war-report-20170914.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGRAXXHZSOCLgTT_FzuZ2FWYKecBBaFqqypZ311Af458zpWGFlqHGLIT48LBEfIjfyz2VVfVmytZ-pK1x4KU8OemjgMNpjGp7zItmuxk1MK26gCeGfjkbSNJnFa0PC8xagtNVvzWTW-svT/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-6290610308111942375</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2017 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-10T18:20:23.523+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201709.10</title><atom:summary type="text">









Time and time and time again&amp;nbsp;

I’m just looking for a friend&amp;nbsp;

But no one seems to be around&amp;nbsp;

Except this monkey that I’ve found&amp;nbsp;

Still he is my only friend&amp;nbsp;

And tonight he grins again&amp;nbsp;

Something cold as pain&amp;nbsp;

Burning inside my veinsI walk away&amp;nbsp;

A shadow of Dorian Gray

&amp;nbsp;(Savatage - Tonight he grins again)






Continua la </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/09/war-report-20170910.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBTgBKu_olH3Y7w6scwgDBegha6MBPAthR_lZv4hGJ1Icm4uTC2YjbNs8MkvQWQDv8gmelRdX6TgIi1ReLG14jHxTYoEFI3Jb9pZzJoychZTNoeSqiZS6rGm0sDRL7QlDt1gVJTo6dENc/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-7537448411274347748</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-10T15:19:01.445+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Aforismi</category><title>Aforismi</title><atom:summary type="text">




Il disprezzo è più che l’odio.&amp;nbsp;

Colui che ispira odio resta umano, l’odio ha le sue regole, i suoi motivi, le sue armonie.&amp;nbsp;

Talvolta crea, determina, sprona.&amp;nbsp;

Il disprezzo no.&amp;nbsp;

Si disprezzano solo i vili.



(Domenico Quirico)
</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/09/aforismi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpha0Pl1dQGFiQokqaMBFGx6UBJMPO9Cld9gBhIa6xDGCEWNSR7y4NnnHrgfToZSOQRPe9Pxn_Ey7S9Mwg4_tUE8anRLsH289yheFp5pOxDRJtle2fJU37JTqHE486gZadvms49iuMarA4/s72-c/Odio+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-8225914673355857897</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2017 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-09-06T11:08:59.654+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giornalismo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">storia</category><title>Vademecum: come destreggiarsi nel mondo dell&#39;informazione.</title><atom:summary type="text">




Nell&#39;attuale mondo digitalizzato, le notizie si susseguono in modo così rapido e caotico da rendere difficoltosa la cosiddetta ricerca della &quot;verità&quot;, se non attraverso alcune regole di buon senso.&amp;nbsp;

Anzi, per dirla tutta, i risultati di una ricerca, spesso portano a conclusioni diametralmente opposte alla &quot;verità&quot;, giacché, a far la notizia non è più l&#39;attendibilità delle fonti, ma il </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/09/vademecum-come-destreggiarsi-nel-mondo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oLs9POEVrt53dyapZhhPfP6S_oumkNWW5Go825ReEocjg_HHAxo5oxndbMH2ypZj-qBAt1_aQp9qkOcGavphOylpKSBCGFGF-Tvec3BZ33KDOlyVm2BxkRcgkaPfh07fLtXju56rUHVw/s72-c/giornalismo-precario.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-7148508137600322293</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2017 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-24T10:33:11.518+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201708.24</title><atom:summary type="text">



Flying high on rapture

Stronger free and brave

Nevermore encaptured

They’ve been brought back from the grave

With mankind resurrected

Forever to survive

Returns from Armageddon to the skies

He is the Painkiller

This is the Painkiller

Wings of steel Painkiller

Deadly wheels Painkiller

Painkiller - Judas Priest



Effettuate le visite di routine, l&#39;oncologa mi ha riferito che </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/08/war-report-20170824.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRT0ERLs5S043YJTQhAy3OX33xgrcnYptcTJ6VcA5dYnNIEtYv0D5vVFwxLzdRCLGzrImQXSAGki9lDVvVGqRphkgLWTNRMSkQ7ySEsBxQWEg86x8KrcSkdJu3GQcI3iJQK0WK2osMxPj/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-6050658246040972106</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2017 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-21T15:30:53.409+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201708.21</title><atom:summary type="text">





In your life you may choose desolation

And the shadows you build with your hands



If you turn to the light


That is burning in the night

Then the journeyman’s day has begun

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away



(Journeyman - Iron Maiden)

Continua, a fatica, la riabilitazione, </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/08/war-report-20170821.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimfTDWdY9DpcjprQHAtGn_IKJf9szrg7ow37TbRrtYtbUXU0kqQlspnx2oL9Hic7qK5XVfc_JPf_dy9cwZq5FFVOhkEdPekxUbz4YJ4U6v5AXwTHQ6JVtzuLKoki4ic2P30Ze_jNseLY-I/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-9117624769905648711</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2017 12:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-07T17:20:08.578+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201708.07</title><atom:summary type="text">






Where I was
I had wings that couldn’t fly
Where I was
I had tears I couldn’t cry
My emotions
Frozen in an icy lake
I couldn’t feel them
Until the ice began to break
I have no power over this
You know I’m afraid
The walls I built are crumblig
The water is moving
I’m slipping away
I throw myself into the sea;
Release the wave
let it wash over me
To face the fear
I once believed
The tears of </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/08/war-report-20170807.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbubXfRzAS9HyhYnSMCbIhimkoEqgR58HDCiGFTTJSZuxcVGpV_DlxEi-Fzn6dJqyX4QwERnlm6I8xFoUm5_TWF1MzQUFlevXQJC9sl4aPNp4BaOUD25Z1-cjiLHdtcXnlhM1YlXx2Nc-Y/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-7926462546245567563</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2017 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-04T09:50:05.319+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201708.04</title><atom:summary type="text">


From a battle I’ve comeTo a battle I rideBlazing up to the skyChains of fateHold a fiery strideI’ll see you again when I die&amp;nbsp;

High and mighty alone we are kingsWhirlwinds of fire we rideProvidence brought us the crown and the ringCovered with blood and our pride&amp;nbsp;

Heroes await meMy enemies ride fastKnowing not this ride’s their lastSaddle my horse asI drink my last aleBow string and</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/08/war-report-20170804.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxFwjxr26hKIbCDuUMRA5SBtAr-zQjYy0Yam52nyRBMcK3Za0z21pL0tc_j3Krqt8TKdfUDSmNQhkRAZLi_oj6P6Yp5_p17usJ4WFsSrXVgRyHY-I2JmZRsP51REZxbqNNvHCO4PLS2nKl/s72-c/20170803_231404-02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-8527797669845718888</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2017 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-01T13:40:13.970+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Etica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Migranti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ONG</category><title>Medici con frontiere ideologiche</title><atom:summary type="text">



Sovente mi sono battuto su queste pagine sulle derive dell&#39;ideologia religiosa, ma in realtà ogni ideologia presa in sé è limitante e quindi, spesso, deleteria. Meglio, a mio avviso, relazionarsi alla realtà delle cose, osservare il contesto e agire di conseguenza&amp;nbsp;(chiamatelo se volete &quot;relativismo&quot;)




Alcune ONG si rifiutano di firmare gli accordi riguardante i codici di condotta da </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/08/medici-con-frontiere-ideologiche.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKDPpsKCsH7d27nyecEv17bfb9mfm-suqNs5ByJulrXk6mnOsP7qGWrDbPkZrw2xi25f4nH-3X7DgrtsKTNyX_aSfLCoDtTFao_z-r3G0WrRjCKlIfjIsU7Lcxo-WlN4qabYHQLrXqwfJx/s72-c/body_nuove-frontiere-filantropia-salamon+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-1246788615314375318</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2017 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-31T16:52:23.553+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Etica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eutanasia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Morale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religione</category><title>Dio non stacca la spina</title><atom:summary type="text">




Ho preferito attendere la preannunciata, quanto inevitabile fine della triste storia di Charlie Gard, prima di analizzare i fatti. Anche perché in genere, a ridosso dell&#39;evento mediatico (perché di questo e non altro si è trattato, purtroppo), le notizie rilasciate dai giornali sono spesso di parte e poco razionali: più dense di commenti che di fatti. Veniamo quindi a questi fatti:


La </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/dio-non-stacca-la-spina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGTzhB5KmFKxwt8k9VB1UQsyay_ahlayhXC471xysAVWlY8wf7r1ZzX4VKEjjHrgOBfwLGY5b7ED7FpOxBskoRQOutcDWaOoj7_dZIw29su-5x5i41mA3gPDySR20yoBFt-gKX_322zKq8/s72-c/master+of+puppets.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-227200341541970873</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2017 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-26T13:35:51.219+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ateismo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giornalismo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Morale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">religione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Scalfari</category><title>La vecchia scimmia sparla</title><atom:summary type="text">Il degrado del giornalismo italiano ha come emblema la deriva intellettuale di un fu giornalista che non riesce più a scrivere nulla di vagamente decente: Eugenio Scalfari.
Mi riferisco all&#39;ultimo articolo del fondatore del quotidiano La Repubblica comparso sull&#39;Espresso e il titolo che ho scelto non vuole essere denigratorio in sè , ma una semplice presa in giro del concetto finale dell&#39;articolo</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/la-vecchia-scimmia-sparla.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oWmrvySjiLsGOlE_XtMMfSCOT_lw3pYJaBRncpJx3U-A1U7YFfAI0jWYnCvTWHsdY9kkxBkxhBvS1nqfnoCHvg8OuVGQBI_zh4kOllCV6tTlBbjV0zRGV9pytuFxiqQ_czw2KoJNHs0z/s72-c/Europe_No_Belief_enhanced_2010.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-6211530150175780084</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2017 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-25T16:35:30.229+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.25</title><atom:summary type="text">


E la candela la sta mai ferma&amp;nbsp;

e la se möev cumè la memoria&amp;nbsp;

anca el ràgn söe la balaüstra&amp;nbsp;

ricàma el quadru de la sua storia&amp;nbsp;

la ragnatela di mè pensèe&amp;nbsp;

la ciàpa tütt quèll che rüva scià&amp;nbsp;

ma tanti voolt la g&#39;ha troppi böcc&amp;nbsp;

e l&#39;è tüta de rammendà...

(Pulenta e galina fregia - Davide Van De Sfroos)



At Home.

Anche stavolta è andata.&amp;nbsp;

Anche se</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170725.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVa-ge2RxoggKfkc6k2nvJR3yk_Xf5qrG9eYVt_i8j593FA7jT_oRaodkITWzjM1Oi1DadGw5qln5kaZ5LX9fHo1vxOZ4_LwGQZPiFl4mra_w8wLGRBxNxyi2vWPNyk9xdf4al0H2hYyiZ/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-5867184464379872206</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2017 19:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-23T21:17:22.720+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report  201707. 23</title><atom:summary type="text">

Nonostante le previsioni pessimistiche, le cose stanno procedendo abbastanza bene e celermente. Se non ci saranno complicazioni, &amp;nbsp;verrò dimesso martedì. Meglio specificare che tali dimissioni sono dovute più che alle condizioni ottimali, al fatto che abitando relativamente vicino all&#39;istituto &amp;nbsp;posso, &amp;nbsp;di fatto, &amp;nbsp;completare esami e medicazioni senza occupare il letto. Spero </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-201707.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MhbyTog6grAar8SXLR-_P7e_wBz4xukHPW_JNS1viX6uMgEkX8WTVvKSWVbKMngedtOMA2N3TYIKzsoWWXwku2uAcO3Pht_MFB6sNaXXfPt8kTtGUP42shVEUB7BaQjIpau2sPiUSqDy/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-137875403830479070</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2017 07:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-23T20:30:31.218+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.22</title><atom:summary type="text">


Ogni promessa è un debito.&amp;nbsp;

Rieccomi qui. L&#39;operazione è andata bene. Rimossa la lesione senza causare particolari problemi motori, sebbene sia probabile che le cose peggiorino a breve a causa dell&#39;azione delle caspsule di chemio posizionate in prossimità &amp;nbsp;delle aree cicatriziali. L&#39;importante è che non causino crisi epilettiche. Stamattina ho già ripreso a mangiare e se tutto va </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170722.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MhbyTog6grAar8SXLR-_P7e_wBz4xukHPW_JNS1viX6uMgEkX8WTVvKSWVbKMngedtOMA2N3TYIKzsoWWXwku2uAcO3Pht_MFB6sNaXXfPt8kTtGUP42shVEUB7BaQjIpau2sPiUSqDy/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-4476866841793411324</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-19T08:43:48.458+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.18 </title><atom:summary type="text">


So many centuries,

so many Gods

We were the prisoners

of our own fantasy

But now we are marching

against these Gods

I’m the wizard,

I will change it all

(Blind Guardian - Valhalla)



Giovedì mattina ore 9.00 sarò ricoverato per nuovi esami in vista dell&#39;operazione la quale, &amp;nbsp;se tutto andrà bene, verrà effettuata il giorno successivo. Non c&#39;è molto altro da aggiungere.&amp;nbsp;

Da </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170718.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkCXx5bGPfSyJdRaRdGzLMp_OKsNli_NyYEMcSUbkteT6JAeakzd_ULKyMrPLwSrPH3W5cIMbiT4supg-2wlovCOZOgkXfSL2RACL0UYRG6pPsNLih-f-Oeiv4siIEdvYU7b3S1eYyjBw/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-3338530185227554907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2017 10:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-13T23:26:14.571+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.12</title><atom:summary type="text">


La mattinata inizia con sveglia all&#39;alba per evitare, almeno parzialmente, il traffico del capoluogo. Giunti al Besta, l&#39;ospedale dove sono in cura, scopro, dopo l&#39;accettazione, che potevo evitarmi il protocollo per la RM, perché in effetti la mia allergia alla penicillina (che stando ai ricordi di mia madre riguardanti la mia infanzia, mi procurerebbe un &quot;terrificante&quot; rush cutaneo, </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170712.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0TMoCx31PMn3C3qHkaZcIpR2X1_qq0cDtkLyE2crstxhj_NFvu533-F09hQP_NxWNWeeZE9rxmiBobVeQ9Ez2TnNas2UKI8gPwqY9-WTHeP84QsKLsHxqfYgJ7mT0gsruXpVIB_A3efbs/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-4614138018748789438</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-12T12:07:39.251+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.10</title><atom:summary type="text">

Telegrafico: domani pre ricovero, in vista di nuova operazione.
Stay tuned...</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170710.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBa6kP9Ed79onzXFukiPjhjRRGshu6_0KhS2bbzyZotDSYtHm-WGlCC4Q6hqIjk__VOJEHrMwWb0sxmL93JuYimK0W5Jo9pRjXafaDfOnrYFs_IyPKS1EcQvKV3797HXyc2bn3nuy3Iyp/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-2050978912019127632</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2017 12:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-07T23:28:20.059+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.07</title><atom:summary type="text">




Se viene la sera&amp;nbsp;compagno non avrai,&amp;nbsp;
da solo farai la tua strada...&amp;nbsp;
Sarà solo allora che da te verrà il lupo,&amp;nbsp;
verrà per portarti paura.&amp;nbsp;
Se non lo fuggirai&amp;nbsp;
fratello ti sarà,&amp;nbsp;
è lui che davvero conosce&amp;nbsp;
il passo segreto che il monte ferisce,&amp;nbsp;
per il tuo capo il riparo sicuroA. Branduardi&amp;nbsp;

Questa mattina non era cominciata nel migliore dei</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/07/war-report-20170707.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgci_LW44KKZm4midp4abVXw5VC-EEgFCjtZ1T1Ldi8dUCYYN5PUvh2j38szuR08ToZ8YNf2HZGKvClrkucbq1b_-m-ZitKdnBKvrXlsJxKDWpE2NJcy4eOuP9VUUuYb66B58US4dAOCnNR/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-6758692843735360220</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Jul 2017 08:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-07-07T19:19:12.074+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201707.02</title><atom:summary type="text">


There in the middle of the circle he stands,Searching, seeking.With just one touch of his trembling hand,The answer will be found.Daylight waits&amp;nbsp;while the old man sings,Heaven help me!And then like the rush of a thousand wings,It shines upon the one.&amp;nbsp;
And the day has just begun.
Rainbows The temple of the king


Le mura cedono, si aprono brecce.
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Battles are fought by thosewith the courage to believeThey are won by those who find the heartFind a heart to share(Courage - Manowar)

Iniziato il 14/06 l&#39;ennesimo ciclo di Temodal (chemioterapico), senza neppure sapere se ha un senso vista la recente comparsa di una nuova lesione. Lo scoprirò fra qualche giorno, il 22 devo fare un&#39;altra risonanza magnetica con contrasto per verificare se </atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/06/war-report-20170617.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT_-tlwdb5TwwfvKaBmkb6nOnx3TYiRyy_LdtyOse2cuA18NWt9VnkOlnqT9L1Tg3P3rWRhRwXYKguSVeFSuE5K3X8X7Il0pyo4ejlcSNN5GVKXY0eJhFNbhWFYVdxlo9YNWVpIlEdqymP/s72-c/WARreport.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-8735510813292510582</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2017 16:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-06-17T16:44:31.286+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Etica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pensieri disordinati</category><title>GI , YU , JIN , REI, MELYO, SHIN , CHUGI</title><atom:summary type="text">





義 Onestà e Giustizia


L&#39;onestà &amp;nbsp;di un Uomo è scrupolosa nei rapporti con gli altri. Egli crede nella giustizia che proviene non dalle pensiero altrui, ma da se stesso. Il vero Uomo non ha incertezze sulla questione dell&#39;onestà e della giustizia. Egli sa trovare ciò che è giusto e ciò che è sbagliato.





勇 Valore e Coraggio



Il Vero Uomo non teme di agire; egli sa che celarsi non è</atom:summary><link>http://ilpensatoiodimcg.blogspot.com/2017/06/gi-yu-jin-rei-melyo-shin-chugi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKk6m2cgsetMbX9QhBTQ329GjOw-WG_B-zZyTt-GJiujxcdFkcQjuz-DyZZvmLu7OOW1FPnRiZ6nNfi1mPqhBwniB3ILWRVwee7KwNawN8P3HVwizedI3IDIdGLu3rsJ1gf4uMuP6WPXkJ/s72-c/cabushido01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6991626669521376155.post-8667497396690539273</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2017 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-05-26T10:08:20.691+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Me</category><title>War Report 201705.26</title><atom:summary type="text">


Tears, a tidal-wave of tears

Light that slowly disappears

Wait, before you close the curtain

There’s still another game to play

And life is beautiful that way


(Beautiful that way)




Attendere è la parola d&#39;ordine.

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