Carrio I'll talk. And chicken fried steak. Not that he ate, it must be a few, but something has to do with this posting. I speak the truth of the Milanese on the deep, visceral, excessive, intense, inexhaustible hatred without thesis Dr. Elisa Maria Avelina Carrió feel for our Comrade President.
Any fallen from the cot might think that such hatred has to do with matters of principle, moral or even ideological. Cuaccccc! Error. The real reason for this animosity sick of the distinguished chupacirios Chaco (ay. .. with what I love Chaco, this is unforgivable) is based on something that should concern us, because it is one of the cardinal sins: envy.
himself dropped from the cot in the previous paragraph might think it logical that Biblita has a lot to be jealous of Cristina. For starters, the fact that Cristina is sitting in the presidential chair, and she must settle for a bench MP, much less extensive than the chair, a big problem for her ass. To follow, and on the basis that the two are lawyers, they come from a province, made his career in provincial universities, the two were married (one built a strong and united family that goes all the time and the other did not give ball to their children about politics, to the point of leaving them in the Chaco with his father), the two were legislators (albeit in different chambers) and two are political animals, might be thought that envy can come to see the progress made, achievements, dreams fulfilled.
But no. The central issue is very, very small. And it has to do with the feminine condition.
Let's be clear: women are by nature fucking bugs, especially with other women. We extend a mantle of piety to a messy man, with a roll, disheveled, half asshole or something. But we are ruthless with the other women, whenever possible competition, either to please a male, or getting a promotion at work. Women like to feel the most beautiful woman, even deep thought, intellect or talent we have. Although we are not an Angelina Jolie, but not reach the soles of a Rita Hayworth, we feel the mine more beautiful on the block.
So chirusa to mercilessly criticize the opposite, either because he fucks the ring, or because he walks like cute, or because she's blonde or red calibrated hysterical, or because it looks for the ortho, or because he talks like a carlitos, or because she dresses like an asshole or a jovata, whatever. The issue is to make shit. Especially in the light of men. Not to mention our own, not a thing.
clarify the point, go to the central issue. Replace the reader up and see the picture again to illustrate this posting. If you do not want to take that job, see this:
Both pictures were taken on October 28, 2007, the day of elections When the votes nearly doubled Cristina Carrio. But there are four million votes which enervate a Biblita. NO. See the reader is another photo, taken the same day:
Aha. That is the question. The bag. For the same occasion, both chose almost the same outfit: big red flowers on a white background. The difference, of course, is that it was Cristina di-vi-no, and Carrio, indeed, was left for the sunrise.
My theory is that seeing the pictures in the papers the next day, the fat must have thought "apart to endeavor four million votes, how can it be so cute this bitch! ... and over this pattern has a lot better than me!.
And that gave him a stroke. And since then, was devoted to spill their bile purulienta to spray and pray. Just for the bag.
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Those things that give us the times that country flourish. That legendary balcony, the undisputed symbol of the best days of morochaje, even if some spots as if they want to come to come and Happy Easter are heroes of the Falklands, today returned to party dresses. 
