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term="Fórum" /><category term="bronca" /><category term="gente" /><category term="comportamento" /><category term="comunidade" /><category term="trabalho" /><title>Livro do Ódio</title><subtitle type="html">Sabe aquelas coisas que deixam a gente irritada, morrendo de ÓDIO?</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00191003972470094434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zvoObSo2t7k/TvPIQtdLGfI/AAAAAAAALLA/qKhNKHw6wdQ/s220/ZazaXmas.jpg" 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvotaCNf-z8htCQJwwrqdIWx6oA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cvotaCNf-z8htCQJwwrqdIWx6oA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Não posso deixar de registrar aqui a minha opinião! Zailda Coirano Website      Loja Virtual      Web Rádio      Facebook      Twitter  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/ebNEOGz6H1g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2012/01/pernilongo-transgenico.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8BRnY6fSp7ImA9WhRWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-2564135087123532087</id><published>2011-12-28T14:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T14:47:37.815-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-28T14:47:37.815-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Terceira pessoa</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/2564135087123532087/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/12/terceira-pessoa.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2564135087123532087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2564135087123532087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/n9k3jM5RP2o/terceira-pessoa.html" title="Terceira pessoa" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-YxRfNdD_k3o/TvtIKGBD7FI/AAAAAAAABIA/0R7YQMbWHgc/s72-c/velho_3_thumb.gif?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vWvyJS7NsXmZi7Vxs-44kIOaSTY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vWvyJS7NsXmZi7Vxs-44kIOaSTY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vWvyJS7NsXmZi7Vxs-44kIOaSTY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vWvyJS7NsXmZi7Vxs-44kIOaSTY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quando a gente é criança, as pessoas falam da gente na terceira pessoa na nossa frente. - Ele não comeu nada hoje – explica a mãe ao marido, referindo-se ao filho de 10 anos que espera pelo sermão do pai de cabeça baixa. A gente é criança e não pode fazer nada, aí fica adulto e as pessoas param de “falar de você na sua frente” e passam a falar de você pelas costas. Aí ficamos velhos e começam de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/n9k3jM5RP2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/12/terceira-pessoa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EMRHk7cSp7ImA9WhRXEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-6985058687590542686</id><published>2011-12-17T21:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T21:48:05.709-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-17T21:48:05.709-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Natal" /><title>Natal é bom, mas…</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/6985058687590542686/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-e-bom-mas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6985058687590542686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6985058687590542686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/EeHfXordInk/natal-e-bom-mas.html" title="Natal é bom, mas…" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-uHQP2PExTzM/Tu0qNNdYTsI/AAAAAAAABGg/S14haRG5K8o/s72-c/rostopapaidefaultfinal_thumb%25255B1%25255D.gif?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gXjIoHwG44R6ztejsIH89SO5yt4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gXjIoHwG44R6ztejsIH89SO5yt4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gXjIoHwG44R6ztejsIH89SO5yt4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gXjIoHwG44R6ztejsIH89SO5yt4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adoro final de ano, vêm as festas, encontramos membros da família que não víamos há anos, confraternizamos com colegas de trabalho, mas… Você já tentou andar no centro da cidade? Tentou fazer qualquer coisa que não fosse diretamente ligada às compras de final de ano? Parece que todo mundo enlouquece, não há mais nada a fazer. E andam todos em bandos, cheios de embrulhos, entulhando os ônibus de &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/EeHfXordInk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-e-bom-mas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMQX86eSp7ImA9WhdSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-3781640748699024110</id><published>2011-07-28T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T16:43:00.111-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T16:43:00.111-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tv" /><title>Propaganda nas novelas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/3781640748699024110/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/07/propaganda-nas-novelas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/3781640748699024110?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/3781640748699024110?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/YdAoSHERxQg/propaganda-nas-novelas.html" title="Propaganda nas novelas" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vZOsqAIkAtY/TjG68JWlXlI/AAAAAAAABEc/fsN83pVPCzs/s72-c/novela%252520mershan_thumb%25255B1%25255D.png?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5s2Mb3Elk4dYlq9RuWmP3z9Y9VE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5s2Mb3Elk4dYlq9RuWmP3z9Y9VE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5s2Mb3Elk4dYlq9RuWmP3z9Y9VE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5s2Mb3Elk4dYlq9RuWmP3z9Y9VE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Eu nem sou fã de novelas, assisto uma ou outra porque o tema sugere algo interessante (que via de regra descamba para o lugar-comum) mas tem coisa mais chata do que propaganda em novela? Eles até têm um nome bacana pra isso: merchandizing. Mas o que se pratica nas novelas brasileiras está longe de ser aquela propaganda velada, também usada nos filmes de Hollywood, onde aparece o rótulo da garrafa&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/YdAoSHERxQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/07/propaganda-nas-novelas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIHRXwyeyp7ImA9WhZbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-2977366701834646997</id><published>2011-06-20T00:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:28:54.293-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-20T00:28:54.293-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigarro" /><title>Um professor não deveria fumar</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/2977366701834646997/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-professor-nao-deveria-fumar.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2977366701834646997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2977366701834646997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/wUjOpdAoeEA/um-professor-nao-deveria-fumar.html" title="Um professor não deveria fumar" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-y05As-whQ1g/Tf6-bxH6v4I/AAAAAAAABBk/p-7uQcDO41Q/s72-c/Cigarro_proibido_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJw33oee10xU7IJRbuhYr0X5Uw0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJw33oee10xU7IJRbuhYr0X5Uw0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJw33oee10xU7IJRbuhYr0X5Uw0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJw33oee10xU7IJRbuhYr0X5Uw0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lá estava eu no meu intervalo de 15 minutos, fumando meu cigarrinho do lado de fora da escola (como um pária, após a lei que proíbe fumar em edifícios públicos) quando a mãe de uma aluna (que não é minha aluna e só conheço de vista) me sai com essa: - Uma professora não deveria fumar. Contei até dez, cem, mil… Falar palavrão também achei que não ficaria bem, então respondo bem séria: - Quando &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/wUjOpdAoeEA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-professor-nao-deveria-fumar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HRHk-eCp7ImA9WhZWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-7562714310965937138</id><published>2011-05-18T10:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T10:55:35.750-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-18T10:55:35.750-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Consumidor" /><title>Feira livre</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/7562714310965937138/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/05/feira-livre.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7562714310965937138?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7562714310965937138?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/4sIMJltiIWU/feira-livre.html" title="Feira livre" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TdPPtQUim1I/AAAAAAAABBU/2t-5XzD2Es0/s72-c/feira-livre_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6gjLwxVMiy59-n7nhOWSLNcbFUQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6gjLwxVMiy59-n7nhOWSLNcbFUQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6gjLwxVMiy59-n7nhOWSLNcbFUQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6gjLwxVMiy59-n7nhOWSLNcbFUQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bem em frente à minha casa temos o prazer de desfrutar todas as terças de uma agradável feira livre, daquelas onde vendem abobrinha e pastel de vento. Desde as primeiras horas da manhã podemos ouvir o agradabilíssimo som do arrastar de caixas, montar de barracas e também os palavrões dos empregados quando algo não dá certo. Julgando pelo nível de educação e quantidade de palavrões que podem ser &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/4sIMJltiIWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/05/feira-livre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcHRH44eSp7ImA9WhZSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-2647508564795591494</id><published>2011-03-26T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T02:07:15.031-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-26T02:07:15.031-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamento" /><title>Como lidar com o (mala) amigo indeciso</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/2647508564795591494/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-lidar-com-o-mala-amigo-indeciso.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2647508564795591494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2647508564795591494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/7BrUmNSkL8I/como-lidar-com-o-mala-amigo-indeciso.html" title="Como lidar com o (mala) amigo indeciso" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TY10fhPpUUI/AAAAAAAABAU/CLYwu8WGFRw/s72-c/como-se-livrar-daquele-amigo-chato_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRfz8PMKTnE5teQWlRSukIj3ac/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRfz8PMKTnE5teQWlRSukIj3ac/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRfz8PMKTnE5teQWlRSukIj3ac/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QBRfz8PMKTnE5teQWlRSukIj3ac/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Claro que a gente está aí para o que der e vier, que amigo é pra essas coisas, que ele sempre pode contar com a gente e tudo isso que é frase feita sobre amizade, mas que amigo indeciso é uma mala sem alça, cheia de pedras, ensaboada e na descida… vai dizer que não é? Como ele aparece Domingo de manhã, você já havia programado hibernar até a hora do almoço, ele bate à sua porta duas horas antes &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/7BrUmNSkL8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2011/03/como-lidar-com-o-mala-amigo-indeciso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcERXg4eSp7ImA9Wx5VEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-5876783187195544670</id><published>2010-10-03T03:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T03:06:44.631-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-03T03:06:44.631-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Consumidor" /><title>Procura-se vendedor com experiência</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/5876783187195544670/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/10/procura-se-vendedor-com-experiencia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/5876783187195544670?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/5876783187195544670?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/1KIMpvZu9F0/procura-se-vendedor-com-experiencia.html" title="Procura-se vendedor com experiência" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cgiut1peuEY/TKgdc-K2jfI/AAAAAAAAA-w/OVeGtjXVFO8/s72-c/mineirinho_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iHWjwCWf_gmTgqdCl1aawd9--P0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iHWjwCWf_gmTgqdCl1aawd9--P0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iHWjwCWf_gmTgqdCl1aawd9--P0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iHWjwCWf_gmTgqdCl1aawd9--P0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O título parece anúncio de jornal, mas não é. Trata-se de um apelo desesperado de uma consumidora em potencial que vai continuar sendo apenas ‘potencial’ enquanto não encontrar um vendedor que tenha realmente experiência e saiba o que está vendendo. Há semanas namoro a ideia de comprar ou laptop, já olhei modelos e comparei preços, mas o que me sobra em vontade falta aos vendedores em eficiência.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/1KIMpvZu9F0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/10/procura-se-vendedor-com-experiencia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUDSH49fSp7ImA9WxFXFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-2092797191489455657</id><published>2010-05-21T15:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:24:39.065-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-21T15:24:39.065-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bronca" /><title>Quem foi que inventou o Nextel?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/2092797191489455657/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/05/quem-foi-que-inventou-o-nextel.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2092797191489455657?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/2092797191489455657?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/KvFHV3pW-_g/quem-foi-que-inventou-o-nextel.html" title="Quem foi que inventou o Nextel?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RNEVsV0FATkFTcPSXI0XwQDOlZM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RNEVsV0FATkFTcPSXI0XwQDOlZM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RNEVsV0FATkFTcPSXI0XwQDOlZM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RNEVsV0FATkFTcPSXI0XwQDOlZM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Você está bem sossegado no seu lugar no ônibus, imerso em seus próprios problemas, talvez até em vias de iniciar uma gostosa soneca quando o passageiro do lado começa a emitir aquele bip irritante tão já nosso conhecido. Aí ele vai sacar aquela geringonça odiosa e vai começar a berrar pra todo mundo no ônibus ouvir que ele está no ônibus, ou então dar instruções a uma secretária surda e retardada&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/KvFHV3pW-_g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/05/quem-foi-que-inventou-o-nextel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QER3g6fip7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-6736374463915987954</id><published>2010-02-25T14:06:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:48:26.616-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T01:48:26.616-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trabalho" /><title>Chefe instável, quem é que aguenta?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/6736374463915987954/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/02/chefe-instavel-quem-e-que-aguenta.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6736374463915987954?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6736374463915987954?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/b6AeBOA1kHg/chefe-instavel-quem-e-que-aguenta.html" title="Chefe instável, quem é que aguenta?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lMhlLr_0gqeioTlpAwSO4WxF4s8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lMhlLr_0gqeioTlpAwSO4WxF4s8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lMhlLr_0gqeioTlpAwSO4WxF4s8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lMhlLr_0gqeioTlpAwSO4WxF4s8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pior que ter um chefe, só mesmo ter um chefe instável. Valha-me Deus, quem é que consegue satisfazer um assim? Pior ainda se em vez de chefe for “chefa”, em idade fértil e portanto – sujeito a TPM. 
Hoje você toma bronca porque trouxe um problema, você precisa aprender a tomar decisões, não pode trazer tudo para a mesa dele. TPM no topo, com certeza.
Amanhã você toma bronca porque resolveu do seu&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/b6AeBOA1kHg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/02/chefe-instavel-quem-e-que-aguenta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHRX89eCp7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-8443652720335912142</id><published>2010-01-07T14:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:48:54.160-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T01:48:54.160-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Férias" /><title>Férias?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/8443652720335912142/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/01/ferias.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/8443652720335912142?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/8443652720335912142?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/-vtjvXdPL4o/ferias.html" title="Férias?" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/S0YKtrOVtGI/AAAAAAAAA8c/7iv-CW5On6c/s72-c/faxina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ORsJtYO24pvlNeVZKLbdIKc-Lro/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ORsJtYO24pvlNeVZKLbdIKc-Lro/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Das tantas coisas que tenho birra, uma que estou tomando raiva são as férias. As férias foram inventadas - assim imagino - para que descansássemos, relaxássemos, passeássemos. Mas quem é que consegue?

Com um ano puxado como foi o meu, minha vida literalmente virou uma bagunça, mas não no sentido figurado. Virou uma bagunça mesmo. No guarda-roupa, minhas pastas da escola, meu computador. Ia tudo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/-vtjvXdPL4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2010/01/ferias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QBRX44cCp7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-4041991246907121654</id><published>2009-11-08T16:30:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:49:14.038-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T01:49:14.038-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notícia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cultura" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abuso" /><title>A aluna Geisy foi expulsa da Uniban!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/4041991246907121654/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/11/aluna-geisy-foi-expulsa-da-uniban.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/4041991246907121654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/4041991246907121654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/SvtuQGhIddQ/aluna-geisy-foi-expulsa-da-uniban.html" title="A aluna Geisy foi expulsa da Uniban!" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/SvcULRrus7I/AAAAAAAAAhg/8rBbLf9tBTY/s72-c/Geysi_Uniban.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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Ainda não havia me manifestado a respeito, mesmo porque vi o caso da aluna que foi ameaçada e agredida verbalmente por 700 "estudantes universitários" e que teve que ser escoltada pela polícia para sair em segurança da escola meio por alto.

Hoje comentando o caso com minha filha fui ver as reais proporções do acontecido e mais uma vez a mulher é "promovida" do papel de vítima à criminosa. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/SvtuQGhIddQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/11/aluna-geisy-foi-expulsa-da-uniban.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDR388cSp7ImA9WxBbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-4993373557324952830</id><published>2009-06-25T19:05:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T01:49:36.179-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-17T01:49:36.179-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Impostos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cigarro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="notícia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bronca" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><title>Lei antitabagista - o fumante paga o pato</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/4993373557324952830/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/06/lei-antitabagista-o-fumante-paga-o-pato.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/4993373557324952830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/4993373557324952830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/rDUmAQLlgUs/lei-antitabagista-o-fumante-paga-o-pato.html" title="Lei antitabagista - o fumante paga o pato" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/SkP-oL9sBCI/AAAAAAAAAdg/CGn77P0BfNo/s72-c/cigarro3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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A lei

A Assembleia Legislativa de São Paulo aprovou a lei de autoria do governador José Serra (PSDB), que proíbe os fumantes de fumar em ambientes coletivos fechados, públicos ou privados, em todo o Estado.

O prazo para que a lei entre em vigor foi de 90 dias. Nesse período, o governo terá como objetivo fazer campanhas educativas.

Locais proibidos

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j2siq2MwTJtuPdGTIT22oVUIfT4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j2siq2MwTJtuPdGTIT22oVUIfT4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Haverá um dia em que todos voltarão a ser felizes, um dia em que:Rosinha será apenas uma flor,Garotinho apenas uma criança,Genuíno será algo verdadeiro,Serra será apenas um acidente geográfico,Genro apenas o marido da filha,Lula apenas um molusco marinho eSeverino apenas porteiro do prédio".(Desconheço a autoria)Gostou do blog? Recomende e volte sempre!Contato&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/s69qdjZf4qs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/02/esperanca-de-brasileiro.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEEQXc-eyp7ImA9WxVQE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-6499528287964406683</id><published>2009-01-31T08:10:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:10:00.953-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-31T08:10:00.953-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><title>SEFU</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/6499528287964406683/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/sefu.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6499528287964406683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6499528287964406683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/9s_1yKzc6pU/sefu.html" title="SEFU" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OJR8LlmpWkd1eVpkUUqykyUwBF4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OJR8LlmpWkd1eVpkUUqykyUwBF4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OJR8LlmpWkd1eVpkUUqykyUwBF4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OJR8LlmpWkd1eVpkUUqykyUwBF4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Essa também recebi por email e achei ótima, acho que é mais ou menos o que achamos que os governos (entra um e sai outro, não muda nada) adorariam fazer. No fundo todos acham que nós temos cara de idiotas. Vejam bem se não é bem plausível, mesmo tratando-se de uma piada:Prezados amigos:Este é realmente um momento de muita emoção, pois queremos comunicar a nova criação do governo: a secretaria &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/9s_1yKzc6pU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/sefu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGQXc8eCp7ImA9WxVQE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-3133880473153963961</id><published>2009-01-30T08:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:02:00.970-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-30T08:02:00.970-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><title>Frases dos candidatos... das quais só eu sei o final</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/3133880473153963961/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/frases-dos-candidatos-das-quais-so-eu.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/3133880473153963961?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/3133880473153963961?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/AhAQsvHW_P0/frases-dos-candidatos-das-quais-so-eu.html" title="Frases dos candidatos... das quais só eu sei o final" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MX4Y8JjIgiQc7Y0kjx6dqjJREw4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MX4Y8JjIgiQc7Y0kjx6dqjJREw4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MX4Y8JjIgiQc7Y0kjx6dqjJREw4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MX4Y8JjIgiQc7Y0kjx6dqjJREw4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma vez vi algo assim, não me lembro se era do Millôr ou do Stanislaw, mas me encantei com a coisa e resolvi escrever algo no gênero, a respeito das frases já batidas e velhas conhecidas nossas, repetidas incansávelmente pelos candidatos a qualquer coisa em época de campanha eleitoral. Qualquer semelhança com candidatos da vida real não é mera coincidência.Conto com você... mas depois de eleito, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/AhAQsvHW_P0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/frases-dos-candidatos-das-quais-so-eu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HR3Y9cSp7ImA9WxVQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-7132713386840043613</id><published>2009-01-29T00:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:58:56.869-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-29T00:58:56.869-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chatos" /><title>Tolerância zero</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/7132713386840043613/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/tolerancia-zero.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7132713386840043613?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7132713386840043613?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/JgVwIGFaMi8/tolerancia-zero.html" title="Tolerância zero" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oazLYFCzpEF8TTekOod5mBucftk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oazLYFCzpEF8TTekOod5mBucftk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oazLYFCzpEF8TTekOod5mBucftk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oazLYFCzpEF8TTekOod5mBucftk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Se tem uma coisa que eu detesto é pergunta idiota. Na hora vem uma resposta mal-criada na ponta da língua e não é sempre que eu consigo me conter como me ensinaram a fazer quando eu era pequenininha lá em Barbacena no colégio de freiras em que fui primorosamente educada. Mas pelo jeito não estou só, como mostra esse email bem-humorado que recebi outro dia e que partilho agora com vocês. Afinal de&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/JgVwIGFaMi8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/tolerancia-zero.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYHRHozeSp7ImA9WxVQEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-7284278646082797605</id><published>2009-01-27T10:27:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:55:35.481-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-27T22:55:35.481-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comportamento" /><title>Metido a valentão</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/7284278646082797605/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/metido-valentao.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7284278646082797605?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7284278646082797605?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/_HXdBNJALog/metido-valentao.html" title="Metido a valentão" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgiut1peuEY/SXeIJbyHUuI/AAAAAAAAAXk/CFZEVTqq7q0/s72-c/sarado.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvsPEy1JjoLP5AycaMz9bfCu8sM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvsPEy1JjoLP5AycaMz9bfCu8sM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvsPEy1JjoLP5AycaMz9bfCu8sM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZvsPEy1JjoLP5AycaMz9bfCu8sM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Vivemos ainda a cultura do machismo e tem cara por aqui que só não entra pro ku-klux-klan por dois motivos:porque não tem no Brasilporque não ia saber falar 'ku-klux-klan'São trogloditas de carteirinha e que só fazem coisa 'de macho'. Frequentam academia e tomam bomba pra ficar marombados, depois andam de camiseta cavada modelo 'mamãe quero ser gay' e com o pitbull do lado. Quando andam é que nem&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/_HXdBNJALog" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/metido-valentao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMQXs4fyp7ImA9WxVRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-5973963377825998771</id><published>2009-01-26T10:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:03:00.537-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-26T10:03:00.537-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Consumidor" /><title>10 coisas que não funcionam</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/5973963377825998771/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-que-no-funcionam.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/5973963377825998771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/5973963377825998771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/3W7PiaMM0N0/10-coisas-que-no-funcionam.html" title="10 coisas que não funcionam" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0tWkXe_XO8Y7-nj4kNELQLPw8N8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0tWkXe_XO8Y7-nj4kNELQLPw8N8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0tWkXe_XO8Y7-nj4kNELQLPw8N8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0tWkXe_XO8Y7-nj4kNELQLPw8N8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tem coisa que não dá o resultado esperado ou que não funciona da forma que se espera. Aqui vão as top 10 em minha opinião.Portas giratórias dos bancos - imagino que foram feitas para evitar que entrássemos armados no banco e não para deixar a gente com cara de idiota quando apita pela décima vez e a gente só falta ter que tirar a roupa.Remédios para emagrecer - você conhece alguém que realmente &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/3W7PiaMM0N0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-que-no-funcionam.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQAQXg_eCp7ImA9WxVRGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-7602640005180730721</id><published>2009-01-25T10:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:59:00.640-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-25T10:59:00.640-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abuso" /><title>Me engana que eu gosto</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/7602640005180730721/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-engana-que-eu-gosto.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7602640005180730721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/7602640005180730721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/UsDRQVcPbDA/me-engana-que-eu-gosto.html" title="Me engana que eu gosto" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lOwSx75J3oE7V_ZIoCWZRwWqr3c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lOwSx75J3oE7V_ZIoCWZRwWqr3c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lOwSx75J3oE7V_ZIoCWZRwWqr3c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lOwSx75J3oE7V_ZIoCWZRwWqr3c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Uma semana depois que o governo anunciou que a partir de 2009 qualquer pessoa iria ao INSS e se aposentaria em 30 minutos, a Rede Globo fez uma pesquisa e descobriu que na maioria das grandes cidades do Brasil só há vagas para fazer a contagem de tempo de serviço - e consequentemente solicitar a aposentadoria - para daqui alguns meses.Em um dos casos, depois de muita insistência uma segurada &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/UsDRQVcPbDA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-engana-que-eu-gosto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMAQX09eip7ImA9WxVRGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2072806184382112446.post-6726576444518947716</id><published>2009-01-24T10:34:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:34:00.362-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-24T10:34:00.362-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Crianças" /><title>10 coisas destestáveis nos filhos dos outros</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/feeds/6726576444518947716/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-destestveis-nos-filhos-dos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6726576444518947716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2072806184382112446/posts/default/6726576444518947716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~3/b9as4UKByKw/10-coisas-destestveis-nos-filhos-dos.html" title="10 coisas destestáveis nos filhos dos outros" /><author><name>Zailda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05735311165243530599</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cgiut1peuEY/R2OiDYH6_OI/AAAAAAAAAAY/25Hbw5bnttI/S220/Za++perto.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z-XdqsBSLZGozdFJzHUuH3X_UIs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z-XdqsBSLZGozdFJzHUuH3X_UIs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z-XdqsBSLZGozdFJzHUuH3X_UIs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z-XdqsBSLZGozdFJzHUuH3X_UIs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Já publiquei aqui que filho é que nem peido, a gente tolera os da gente e olhe lá. E é a pura verdade, porque os filhos dos outros são cheios de manias irritantes:Criança que grita - começa a gritar sem motivo, se fosse meu mandava internar num hospício, sendo dos outros dá vontade de matar a mãe.Criança que mexe nas coisas dos outros - dá vontade de colocar um monte de ratoeira espalhada pra &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sDoCp/~4/b9as4UKByKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://livrodoodio.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-coisas-destestveis-nos-filhos-dos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

