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I cracked. I could not stand more than a day HIS face on MY blog.

For those who still want to cast a look at the video (which is technically very well made, incidentally) is here.

me I can not. I tried, but the comment by Catherine made me realize that that was a mistake.

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Activism

December 26 is for most people the opportunity to recover from two days of celebration and tasting with food of all kinds. But activists Parisians are not quite like other people ...

If he was obviously no question of mobilizing all the troops this Christmas, however, it was decided to conduct a field action a minimum: a shadow box to 2.

willing victims of this desire not to miss a weekend without operation activist, Cyril Bozonnet - former head of Propaganda - was good enough to accompany his successor in this output.

However, none of the two boroughs of belonging of the 2 guys has been chosen as the playground, since these are the streets near the Forum - the Paris headquarters of the federation - which have benefited from the transaction ... To the great satisfaction of the officer, 13 th district, who will win without probably few members with this shadow box.

Each offers gifts that can ...

[François VIAL]

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I always loved the mystery. The sound of that word already m'émoustille.

MYST E. ..... Where did I get this taste for riddles, detectives, double bottom cabinets or trunks mysterious? As far as I can remember, I believe, I believe my father gave me a taste. I still hear kiffer serious adventures Bourrel commissioner who found the solution in the last five minutes. "Damn, but of course! "

My childhood hero called Mandrake the Magician, Fantomas, Belphegor, Fantômette, Alice Detective. I remember I spent hours curled up in my bed, pull my eyes up to the flashlight, when I had to sleep on and off the light, and I was suffocating stashed under my sheets to complete the investigation of the blonde Alice and her friends Marion and Bess . Not to mention its knight, the handsome Ned Nickerson ... Fantômette (oh what I would have liked to be like her adventurous night and day schoolgirl!) flanked by his two girlfriends, the big and great Boulotte String, it means nothing to you? I also loved the sagas of the bands of friends, the Famous Five, Six Companions and the Clan of Seven, which solved complicated cases with an air of not touching it. And thunder of a thousand ports, I almost forgot Tintin!

teenager, between two parts of Clue, I devoured Agatha Christie's family atmosphere heavy, haunted castles, its puzzles and relentless in unexpected denouement. Ah! phlegm Hercule Poirot, the false innocence of Miss Marple was not ... nothing! Sherlock Holmes, elementary, and then, Alfred Hitchcock, and its little details that kill ... Or how to make the most appalling daily routine. A pair of scissors, a doorknob, a clock ... North by Northwest , crime was almost perfect, cold sweats ... and of course his pesky "birds" who gave me a dirty look then eye any parrot, the most miserable little canary, as many films taped me in my chair, and even more so than breathtaking plot compounded always a love story e etween two beautiful beings as gods ... Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, James Stewart, Kim Novak.Le mystery and love cocktail ... success never wavered.

Alfred Hitchcock was also an incredible selection of new united under the title "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" very frightening stories carved with a scalpel and terribly effective.

And the series! Rhooo! Remember? "Avengers of leather, while English humor and sophistication," Sincerely Yours "and her two antithetical heroes ... but if endearing

" The Saint "with Roger Moore sumptuous, Columbo and the excellent anti-hero threadbare suit, "that afforded me hours of suspense and thrill brain.

In France, we were not picked it up with Rouletabille, Cheri-Bibi, Arsene Lupin Descriere George, the gentleman thief, and Vidocq-Claude Brasseur and his delightful girlfriend Roxanne Saint-Gely- Danielle Lebrun who pulled the wad, while Tiger Brigades climbed in the polls ... What I have fallen in love with these guys! Even Nestor Burma and charm Latin Parigot, Maigret and his pipe, and Navarro and his mules ... What is to the beautiful world in the tooth for a mystery hungry like me. Up Josephine Guardian Angel who solves mysteries as thick as a pancake ... undercooked (mysteries, not Josephine)

not forget the Da Vinci Code, and the Similarly but in my opinion much higher, the hilarious "Name of the Rose" ... And very recently, Eight Women of Ozon, Shallow Grave family with Antoine Duléry charming, delightful and very british and Prudence Beresford Belisarius Catherine Frot and André Dussolier in their best shape. Magnifier and kilt all floors ... My English blood missed a beat.

Like secrets impenetrable, cryptic phrases , the murky business ... The unexplained murders, indecipherable codes, the intrepid detectives and insightful, hidden treasures, the keys to the mystery, the hidden crypts and hollow needles, the cabalistic signs and fingerprints.
And everything, of course, never see a drop of blood. While suggestion and finesse. Nothing to do with modern thrillers with tomato sauce, FBI experts to bite me-the-node, forensic hands dirty pedophiles rapists and other psychopathic serial ...

mystery I said, no big horn ...


Now, who will find all the characters mentioned in my post? Mystery ...

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The Christmas Gift of Jean-Marie Le Pen

Blasé, president of the National Front? A 80 years ago, when he prepares to step down , Jean-Marie Le Pen could run for hours in peaceful Montretout. It could ... If it was animated by the sacred flame which has influenced more than a half century on the French political life.

It is with great enthusiasm that "Menhir" responded to the invitation of the departmental secretary Annie Philippon, and went on 21 December at the Paris headquarters of the federation . No particular reason other than to preach the good word, again and always, with his flock in Paris.

Not without having hailed the dramatic increase in membership in Paris - indeed compels Congress - JMLP succinctly describes the younger saga FN, his failures as his successes, and recalled the most important of these following: have passed the challenge to be sustainable . The splinter groups of the 70s and later - in fact guided and supported by successive governments - have all come to the dustbin of history.

The National Front alone, even several times threatened with extinction, has found women activists and human resources necessary for its implementation in the country's political landscape . The current identity and avatars do not ultimately represent more than their predecessors in this field, irrespective of their willingness to harm.

Welcoming the good overall - the skirmishes near - the internal campaign for the election of his successor, Jean-Marie Le Pen 's is astonished cries of outrage consecutive his stance in favor of Marine: creator and historic president of the National Front would it have been the only one not to have to rule on his own estate? is evidence that it can remember ... know

The net return to form and popularity of the FN, the firm hopes to see its representatives access to local and national responsibilities, the ability to each work for the common work, faith in the future were then fed to the speech sometimes poignant, sometimes funny president.

To all those who have had the chance to attend one of his last appearances as president of the National Front, Jean-Marie Le Pen has the pleasure of a photograph and some trade ...
As a Christmas present before the hour!

[FV / pictures: D. Paret]

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I leaned on the balcony of the world and I see the dew of love beading on each branch.

Possible become palpable, breathing every heart, Every view counts, every voice is heard. Fears take flight, the bitterness disappear, friends gather.

We share simple pleasures, we forget to quarrel, it aims higher and fairer.

There is neither victor nor vanquished, neither high nor low, neither hungry nor cold. Only one spreads joy and unadulterated.

is Christmas.

We have the right to dream.

I wish you all a moment of warmth and true values.

I wish you all the most beautiful dreams of Christmas.

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Rest

I'm in my mountains.

I watch the snow fall.

soon.

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Street Myrha ... The Frontists are here! Tract

Pseudo-controversy concerning "occupation" streets by Muslims in prayer requires, Nicolas D. has fully assumed its responsibilities on Sunday, 18 FN secretary ^e district. Not only in concocting a tract of common sense on the obstruction of freedom of movement formed by these prayers in the open, but mainly by distributing this flyer in mailboxes 500 ... street Myrha!

Such shipment will obviously not improvising, activists called for the event have come together to provide different scenarios: verbal aggression, physical threats, taken into "spinning" by suspicious individuals, etc..

With a composition of teams and set a tempo like clockwork, the operation went off without a hassle other than drifting snow, and cold feet for some ...

But we no doubt: for Nicolas as for his comrades, he was not to "please" or "a coup". The main purpose was clearly to demonstrate the latest French citizens living in the neighborhood they are not abandoned to their fate . For with his arms, the Front National de Paris is fighting for them and whatever happens, they maintain unwavering support.

Thanks to Nico and Nico-girls-boys (Aurelia, Celine, Marc, Francis, Alexander and others).

[FV / Photos: FN 75]

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Election Central Committee: 3, 2, 1 ... Vote! Towing

15 and January 16 next, when Congress Tours will be announced the vote for President of the National Front. Each participant has already received - or will receive - the voting equipment required for this operation.

Besides the presidency, the Central Committee of the National Front will be renewed : sort of parliament house, it comprises 120 members, including 100 to be elected by the militants.

By voting for candidates Paris, people supporting Marine Le Pen will allow it to work with executives of confidence, as all have already indicated that "seamen"

- Annie Philippon : Departmental Secretary

- Edgar Hamet : Deputy SD

- François Vial : Head of Communication and Action activist

- Cyril Bozonnet : Borough Secretary

should of course add to these names that of the Regional Secretary, Marie-Christine arnautu .

"Showcase" the National Front in the capital, the federation of Paris should be widely represented in Central Committee. Although it is possible to check 100 names of the 250 candidates, we recommend that you check only a minimum, to offer more chances of success in Paris.

Elected to the Central Committee, your representatives were able to work more effectively for our federation and our city, and your competition is essential for this purpose.

At your disposal for any questions relating to voting, we thank you in advance for the support you can give us.

Sincerely.

County Office For the FN 75, Francois Vial

[Photo: FN]

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Sainte Luce, the days lengthen the jump of a flea ...

I have already said several times. The light makes me sorely lacking in this time of year. But now we have spent Sainte Luce, the patron saint of light, and already in my head, a micronésime change is taking place ... Uh ... does not look that word I just invented. Something halfway between infinitesimal and microscopic. In short we are going to summer ... You have the right to make fun of my optimism canary. Yes, canary. In the sense of silly. We can say that I am a serine serene. I know the days will get back to lengthen, the planet will slowly reverse angle and in a few days, my recliner is exactly in the sun to nap time. Behind the window, eh, not outside, do not exaggerate!

Exit the neighbor's tree that makes me from the shadows for two months. Beneficial rays will cherish my skin delicately through the windows, warm myself as an old cat, my cells will recover to wriggle, they take their daily dose of photons, yay, hallelujah! It'll be good. ♪ ♫ ♪ It does not take much to be happy, ♫ ♫ ♪ la la la la la la la ... ☼

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thorny in the 17th ...

For its 1 st action as head of 17 FN ^e district, Sebastian Planquette experienced contrasting emotions this Saturday.

In "appetizer", the towing of Levy conducted street allowed him to capture the natural ambience of a market: polite refusal of the tract proposed serene discussions with clients similar or opposite ideas, encouragement discrete, etc..

Then, desiring to reinvest some places long since abandoned the leftist propaganda, the young chef has guided his troops Boulevard de Reims, the market Berthier.

There, in the heart of a cramped corridor of stalls often exotic, this appearance has provoked astonishment.

visibly pleasant surprise for most customers - if we rely on the speed at which were distributed hundreds of leaflets - but intolerable provocation in the eyes of a southern florist, which has made every effort to impress our activists :

Recall the Act " You have no right to distribute leaflets outside an election period . Agreeing very easily, FN officials, however, indicated that there is a tolerance of foreign markets, since all the parties engaged in this practice, without being harassed by law enforcement officials. Teasing, so they proposed to call the police themselves, so that the dispute be settled and silence ... Stupefaction short Florist irascible.

Scandal " You'll see, if you will not release Momo, called doe, doe calls," "fascists ! They're fascists! Look, they're fascists .

threat: "I'm gonna leave me, you'll see!".

Tribalism: "You are not home here " sentence now ritual, which received its response no less traditional namely that "The Patriots are at home everywhere."

Pettiness : making use of a water supply close to its stand, trembling in the flower vase was made abundantly watered the soil a few inches of the feet of our militants, but dared target them directly.

Politically cons-productive, the scene was not meant to last, because any serious incidents have been criticized FN 75. Nevertheless, it was not possible to give customers "friends" the feeling that local Frontists can be put to flight as dirty, as they embody an important part of democratic debate.

The right balance between affirming the legitimacy of our presence in this market, and refusal to return to the game of provocation, was finally found with the arrival of the ushers. Legally in his role, he politely invited us to leave, but not before we made the assurance that the local rule also applies to representatives of other political parties.

This small rise of tension in any allowed the most inexperienced of us to better understand the recommendations of the cell "Advocating" Paris of the FN, particularly that of not having a team with people from profiles too homogeneous, but rather they vary in order to have maximum benefits. Certainly in terms of image, but also to deal with potential problems: young, old, women, men, "strong" and mediators ...

With this proof by example, certainly the lesson has been chosen!

Congratulations to each (e) to have kept his cool.

[FV / Photo: FN 75]

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be or have? I Want

The question arises . And rather urgent these days. Can be without? Can you be without? More modern version of the old maxim Molieresque:

"Must eat to live or live to eat?"

We approach Christmas, the feast of a thousand contradictions. Much happiness in the eyes of children, hope in the masses say, so much generosity in donating, so many lights, luxury, gifts, attention, promises.

But too much waste, orgy of consumption, wealth unpacking indecent. Vanity commercialism so forgetful and the true values of the party.

And by a relentless contrast, all the misery of the world that is even more enhanced, as flint flakes from the road are suddenly rendered terribly sharp by rain in the morning.

Tons of food, heaps of delicacies, stuffed turkeys, fowls of toast, lobster and seafood, mountains of chocolates, and behind the windows, always Little Match Girl shaking, small chimney sweeps who die of hunger and cold.

temptations in profusion in shop windows sparkling like showers of sparks, orders compelling advertising: "Do not wait, you could buy your car before Dec. 31!" and to these windows, people who have no money to buy a pair of shoes ...

Historically, this contradiction is choking a bit at Christmas, as an edge that's hard to pass. J then swallow the bread, I drink a big blow and I 'm still fun, because there are children, stars, tree, magic ... the family holidays, games society, chimney fires, vapor flowing over the glass when it feels so good inside, and it is so cold outside ...

was in vain, we all have that little voice that annoys us, titillates us, requiring us to sing, to cry loudly so as not to hear. This little voice called guilt. Who among us has never heard?

Then come to our rescue good conscience. There is every good reason to forget our shame and enjoy our happiness. And they are right, somewhere. We worked hard, we won our crust by the sweat of the brow (with or without air conditioning) has been given to the poor, was given a telethon, AIDS, the disabled, the restaurants of the heart, it deserves to make a little celebration, spoiling children, make a few reunions.

But still, small voice is always there. She continues her throbbing ostinato, mute, and emerges from time to time to remind us of the urgency of being, rather than having ... Me, today, passing through the illuminated boulevards my city wrapped in its glitter in the aroma of perfume and chic hot pancakes, I met a homeless man whose eyes got frozen because it no longer expressed any sentiment neither fear nor hatred, nor even resignation. Just nothing. The full vacuum. As deserted by his humanity.

Well now, that's done, I wanted to write this post early enough to do not too much you plumb the atmosphere. Sorry, it was so ...

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Sun

Long ago I was a Sumerian princess. I had a name with four syllables that made him think the princes through the civilized world. I opened the morning of the immense eyes ringed with black, on a desert landscape, crushed yellow sun, lush gardens suspended between heaven and earth, swaying palms leaning toward lascivious crocodiles, small boats plying without surface noise of the Euphrates ... Yes, finally, it is true that it is rather Egyptian, what I said. But I want to say Sumerian, because I like it. Anyway, it's MY previous life I do what I want. Le Tigre, the Euphrates and the Nile, did not quibble, what is certain is that I was hot. Very hot. of docile and silent s uivantes striving to m'éventer with lotus leaves, while pouring jars of milk and honey in my bathtub. I spent many hours in worship the sun, the palms in a gesture haughty and somewhat mysterious to the blazing sun, and that's about all what I did, too. A contemplative life basically.

Probably for me to afford this (no I did not say lust, whatever ...) to make me pay this profusion of light and pleasure ; lazy Babylonian gods have conspired against me and allowed me to be born, for this life, in a mountain village under snow, with thirteen small degrees to accommodate my first cry. C ' is probably why my early years I spent sleeping and contemplate the world without speaking, sighing silently at the thought of paradise inexorably lost under a foot of snow, so that my mother suddenly asked anxiously if I was not dumb. (I am caught up later, of course, as if I had to prove he still had it done chickweed for nothing!)

Anyway , I rest my years Chaldean unconditional love of sun, heat and light than or at least equal to the sum of my hatred of the cold, gray and damp multiplied by ten squared. And even the cube, let's not mince words.

It seems other than in another life, I would have been a sea lion on the ice, but there is more blur, I do not remember as accurately. I have a selective memory is appalling!

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Words

Words are like wild animals, living in a garden étonnant.Au beginning of our lives, they frolic in peace in the semantic fields unknown, fascinating, like horses in meadows fresh alfalfa, and we will take many years for us to appropriate them. There are words and shimmering light as butterflies, strange words such as iguanas placid and yet disturbing watching without seeing the words so familiar they purr like old cats to our jaded ears.

There are words heavy, heavy as elephants, words like moths spinning subtle, words like elusive ephemeral burning flame, caressing the words as fawns, sharp words like sea urchins.

The finest feature of this fierce beasts languish, and does not leave easily tamed.

The tamers call the writers words. They catch with a lasso of crazy words like boats drunk, words Hard as nausea, strong words as anger. They assemble with consummate art and masterpieces are building their marriage subtle. Some will find

rare words and punaisent in boxes smelling of mothballs on which they write "obsolete", others are fishing new words such as genetically modified organisms, which are suspicious glances. The dictionary is the who's who of words.

Pretty words charmingly old fall from grace, while we make the gloating of others became suddenly taste the day. They're bragging, they are overused, they decide to disgust and then throws them.

Some have no voice, the guardians of the temple them back on the forecourt of neologisms, barbarians, idiots. A den of thieves and assorted badly dressed, stinking beast of a meeting and limping.

In this Tower of Babel, this jumble of creatures harmful or harmless, sometimes we forget that words can hurt, but one well-chosen word or uttered without thinking may issue a poison capable of destroying a confidence for long, sometimes for life. We all suffered from an unfortunate, or hurtful speech. Some words uttered throughout our childhood we have indelibly marked, or even destroyed by nous.Heureusement, others have enriched us, helped, and never built, they were spoken by our parents, our teachers where illustrious strangers met by chance ...

Yes, we must teach children to love words and playing with them, tame them, but also be wary of their power, and leave them wallowing in mud words unworthy or shameful.

And especially, especially, never use it as a weapon against weaker than oneself.

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The small red square

The orders were: "Transform the red square in a recognizable object. A small collage work without artistic pretension, but very interesting in terms of knowledge of students. Of course, I'm supposed to observe the layout, organization of space, understanding the assignment, but a subsidiary question me: why one chooses it rather a flower, and the other a TV? Is this a coincidence? Or a combination of circumstances begun there chandeliers, and that precisely at that very moment, such a child will choose a train, and another a caterpillar ...

; Why do we take the tram, the street, why we are entering into this store, rather than this time, when nothing obliges us to do? What guides our feet, our hands, our brain swinging, and opt continually? Each subject of writing, creative writing, memory, thesis, we forced to choose, we run on a track. And then we must enter into the fabric of our lives, in the Yarrow our experiences, our feelings, this little trick that will emerge and prevail in thought built. A little something from nothing. An anecdote in event, a concern, a perfume, will influence our choices, and continue to shape, to model our lives. It's fascinating to imagine what would have happened if we had ... turned right instead of left, that day. What would have happened if the door remained closed instead of opening, if the bell had been broken. If the train had been five minutes late ... .. so Si ...

It's a little game I always liked to deliver. Kids love it, too, and some publishers do not make a mistake, that offer books in which children choose what they want to live according to the Adventure: If you want to enter the cave, will see page 18. If you want to go through the forest, will rather on page 40. An original way to feeling in control of its destiny, feeling completely illusory but so enjoyable!

And you, what would you do the little red square?

Edict of 21 November:

Hut Hood did not resist the urge to draw me a red square ...

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A crazy world

Mad World

He turns, turns endlessly, and yet wrong. It is strange, in the end the world as my friend rightly said Aragon ... A storm, a cyclone takes us all the time in a mad dash at an unimaginable speed, and it must stop, a little, to contemplate this madness. But then, what beauty! What unstoppable beauty we hugged! The world is crazy as we are madly in love with their eyes closed, heart pounding, ready to useless and absurd nonsense, but sublime.

The world is crazy because we are, crazy as tortured anxiety Céline or romantic as Chateaubriand, crazy paint, powerfully imaginative as Picasso or Dali, crazy fantasy and humor like Buster Keaton, mad with ambition and excess as the cathedral builders, visionaries like crazy passions of Leonard or Jules Verne, mad science like Einstein and Pasteur ...

Those Magnificent Men in their Flying machines have opened the way for all daring to attack the summits of unexplored land, planets lointaines.J love to contemplate the wild beauty of the world to forget the atrocities . I do not know pas.Je denies war and its murderous folly.

But I also know that the world is progressing in the right direction when illuminated by the gentle craziness of unrepentant dreamers. At the root of every great thing in this world, there is always a dream. A wild dream.

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People do not die once ... Recipe

"You only die once" said the master of school, giving us a mnemonic to remind us that the verb does die a "r".

But is this true? In reality, you die more than once in a lifetime. As if fate we practiced, we prepared a sort of fatal benevolence to our grief of the people we love. And charity, we must first make the grieving ourselves.

I died several times. This chubby baby is no longer there to jump on my mother's lap, laughing, amazed by this little girl the world would not run in the aisles of a park that also is gone ; either. I was also the dreamy girl, who was listening to Simon and Garfunkel, writing in his journal of his mad utopias, I was this young woman eager to live a thousand experiences, and this young mother overwhelmed and exhausted by his day-marathons. Where are they? They disappeared into the corridors of time. I seek in vain.

We are surrounded by ghosts that float around our loved ones like shreds of mist. Our children become adults carry around with them the silent cries, chirps and vanished small wounds fled the dearly departed: the children they were. Their rhymes and games were dissolved, was absorbed like water in the hot sand.

And we watch in disbelief on the photos or movies, their bodies, faces, or voices, and we regard them as s 'they no longer existed. We must admit: we have in these moments, gripped by nostalgia, the same eyes distant and so wet that we were looking at pictures of the deceased.

Death, the true one, is basically a death again, and we should not be surprised when it happens, neither surprised disappear again. The last .

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Take an astonishing mobilization of citizens very successful

featuring a beautiful positive energy

Pour it slowly, gently

,

A lifelong friend,

terrace restaurant

Good news

a martini glass of chilled lemon-

A slice of salmon with apple and ginger

pleasant conversation

A pinch of old memories

lot of sun to fry everything,

incredible sunshine for the month of November.

Book from your movie night.

Mix all ingredients and let stand

by a good nap.

the time comes, add a good film, moving and sad (*)

and end with an evening with another friend pancakes

all with a very pronounced taste of the unexpected.

That surely the recipe for a Saturday especially appreciated.

(*)