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Sunday, May 20th, 2012Tom Clancy Yesterday was April 14. I think Juan Carlos I could not have chosen a more opportune time to get a host in an African country that had gone to hunt elephants public expense. Republicans, unite. For those who still believe that people of blue blood is different, superior, there are some short notes which place the royal house (I refuse to put in capital letters at online hunting games this time) closer to the world of film than the more untouchable of nobilities. A democratic country can not afford a monarchical system. But is that citizens of a democratic country should not, even for an instant, lose time trying to justify the extravagant ravings and increasingly embarrassing to a strain that lacks all legitimacy. Let's start with the head of the family that looks like Clint Eastwood in White Hunter, black heart. A man who devotes his (ample) spare time and their (our) financial resources to kill elephants. In Botswana, black Africa. The colonies and the metropolis concepts remain very much alive in the minds of some people, apparently. If John Huston raise his head, would go to suck with the King of Spain. But the remarkable detail would not fall awkwardly, and sleep it off without breaking a hip. Because obviously, he would loosen the goose would play his own pocket, not that of his subjects. Let by-law. The first, and apparently ex, like for the shots. What kind? For those who shot Robert De Niro in The Deer Hunter or Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction got. The problem is that it must walk as little light as Tom Hanks in Forrest Gump, and gives a gun to your child's insufferable of all the saints, and the angel, to match the occurrence, then shoots himself in foot . Is the great lucky? His sister, as Froilan has not inherited the grandfather's talent in the art of shooting fraternity. Charlie Sheen's continue on that by the name Basque Iñaki Urdangarin. We do not mean your staff debauchery, but his debauchery business, as good old Charlie reflected on Wall Street Oliver Stone. Although I, personally, I would like to play the role of Michael Douglas in that movie. Do you know how it ended? In prison, corrupt, a liar and a thief. What about the good lady who answered the Hellenic name Sophia? She is the mother hen protects her chicks and tries to put a good face on the eternal winds that batter the door of his house. A malevolent detail: this lady went tarifando of his former home in Greece. And with the path that leads her brood and easygoing uplifting husband should not rule out that something similar will happen here. In Spain there are very continuously to protest (I would tell Paquito, who died in bed of old), but not angry beasts nobody can beat us. Honestly, I can only wait for the good of Philip star in a mess of skirts (although the Nordic powders of the Spanish coast he had to learn to glory), or that the former journalist who has blue blood was a child is born black, or something. Thus, Pedro Almodovar would have no excuse not to undertake a project to the height of absurdity that characterizes his work. ¿Sleeping it off without breaking a hip? Joe, what level of demand. I thought it was Charlie Seen Basque. That it was land, water, air and sea. That was the void volume and surface. He is a special that we can not choose to understand. Animal. Amen xD