TV show: Frankie show. Page 1

... Brainwashed is, of course, hygienic, but not so practical as we would like.

... In the modern world responsibility for information is not the one who delivers it and the one who consumes it.

Any thought with which you identify yourself, limit your potential.

And when you have a thought like "I will never be able to do that", ask yourself: "who came up with this idea?". And you, of course, a ready answer: "Like whom? Me," but who is "you"? If you take a starting point at least your body, you will find that it - not that other, as a collection of cells, cells - Assembly of molecules molecule - collection of elementary particles, and elementary particles colliding with each other, annihilated in the void, as if they had never been. And tell me, where is your notorious materiality? Your personality. Your "I".

No, surely God is love and it knows no boundaries, right? But where is the guarantee that we and He understand love the same way? Here's the thing. Yes, of course, God is absolutely beautiful, but who's gonna convince me that his transcendent beauty will not are perceived as unbearably nauseating ugliness? And how do we know that we have enough good taste to enjoy the true beauty of God?

It is in conflict with the conscience produces a moral resistance.

To unite the disparate peoples can only be one faith.

If you from morning till evening, eating the slop that surprised the smell, how tight your worlds.

The largest Russian search server queries with the word "devotion" in just 6000 per month, and with the word "love" more than 4500000, i.e. love 750 times as popular devotion.

The betrayal is the same - it's like a commitment, this reproach at the time.

Yes, love is a disease, you're right. And most often it resembles a silly race for his own imagination, and this illusory pursuit full painful lust, drama, and eventually turns into a string of severe disappointments, which turns into fiery passion with cold hatred and betrayal, I know that. But I know as soldiers, without arms, without legs, with them crawling over the guts, the teeth tore the enemy because they were at home waiting for beloved women. I walked with them through 17 big battles, and I know whose names they vycherkivaete when I'm without pain meds for a living sew their wounds and when their teeth are crumbling from the extreme pain, I know what the words vyjasnjaetsja of them with blood when I saw off without anesthesia, they saharienne feet and hands, I know to whom they pray and who's name, when you lie down, inside-out, in my bloodstained operating table. They call their women. And only therefore survive that these women in their smoke-filled painful shock the consciousness come to him, come and sing songs about love and put their hands on the heads, and they survive not because I'm a good doctor, but because they have something to hold onto in this hell.

The more the individual focuses in himself the interests of his time, the more it is for this time and society threat.

We have the money, just whose money it is? Think about yours? Can you spend? Bring? To legalize? To convey to children? Don't kid yourself, don't be a people. You're trapped, and he unclenches his mouth only when you die!

Eight years, the country was inevitably going down, as its famous submarine. We preached the dictatorship of the law, but was killed in prison those who sought justice. We were told, GDP is growing, but destroyed the business. We promised to restore order, but was plunged into the dark Ages. And now He wants to come back? To ruin the country? To say that she drowned? Enough! Old can't be new. We don't want to endure another 12 years. We want law and order and the freedom. So it was that we can only save you, legitimately elected by his people, the incumbent President. Because only you have the right to send the Prime Minister to resign. Devoid of power, this man will lose all carrots and sticks. He will not pass at the election, and this is a new story. And more important moment in our country never had.