2.11.06

L'Unifil ha paura del buio

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Un nuovo dettaglio dalla Grande Ammuina delle forze Unifil in Libano.

Il confine sud viene pattugliato, ma non di notte. Che è pericoloso. Da Der Spiegel


La foto è di AFP

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10 commenti:

liberaliperisraele ha detto...

In che mani siamo...

silverlynx ha detto...

vabbè, oramai siamo proprio al ridicolo

Anonimo ha detto...

Oh I've got a brand new blue helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki suit
We don't go on night patrol, we stay home holding each others hands
We are the UNIFIL two and we're here to protect your land

Liberamente adattata

Tonibaruch ha detto...

Palmiro:

Bellissima... l'originale che cos'era?

Tb

fausto ha detto...

E' pericoloso perchè si potrebbero incontrare qualche ragazzetto di hizbollah che passeggia al chiaro di luna e in piena notte non è educato svegliare i prodi dell'esercito libanese a far tornare a casa i ragazzini impenitenti.
La vera farsa è al Comando strategico all'Onu che dice nulla da due mesi. Nessuno sa cosa fanno le forze Unifil, almeno quelle di terra, che quelle di mare stanno fuori delle acque territoriali libanesi (leggi l'Invincibile Armata teutonica).
Buona quella della Grande Ammuina, tb

fausto

liberaliperisraele ha detto...

Guarda anche questo..
http://liberaliperisraele.ilcannocchiale.it/?id_blogdoc=1230543

Anonimo ha detto...

Roba scritta per prendere in giro gente che alla fine il partito armato l'ha disarmato davvero. Di pattuglia di notte pero' ci andavano, anche se tenendosi per mano :-D

Kinky Boots
I drove my saracen through your garden last night (sing up the RA)
I kicked your front door down around at midnight
Oh somthing's telling me boy you're avoiding me
And when I find you, you will go for your tea

CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Bertie he's in the UDR (Who-ar, Who-ar)
Searching for weapons he will go near and far
Up around by Cappagh you'd never find him there
Oh the only gun he'd get there is an armalite in his ear

CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Trevor he's in the RUC (I see, I see)
but now they've handed him his redundancy
The folks along the border won't be seeing him any more
That Provo sniper will be missing him for sure

CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Nigel he's in the SAS (Oh yes, Oh yes)
He said a change is just as good as arrest
But now they've gone and posted him way down to Crossmaglen
He wishes to blazes he was back in jail again

CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land

My good friend Sammy he's in the DUP (I see, I see)
An outstanding member as all the world can see
I can go up to to Donegal if you want to have some fun
He said I'll take a run there if I have nothing on

CHORUS:
Oh I've got a brand new shiny helmet and a pair of kinky boots
I've got a lovely new flak jacket and a lovely khaki (karky)suit
And when we go on night patrol we hold each others hands
We are the british army and we're here to take your land

Anonimo ha detto...

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

If you stay British soldiers if you stay
you'll never ever beat the IRA
the fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
so take a tip and leave us while you may.

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

No! we're not British we're not Saxon we're not English
we're Irish! and proud we are to be
so fuck your union jack we want our country back
we want to see old Ireland free once more.

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause
we'll never bow to soldiers because
throughout our history we were born to be free
so get out British soldiers leave us be.

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more

Anonimo ha detto...

Ciao Anonymous, bella anche questa, tra le mie preferite, ma molto meno ironica. Anzi per nulla. Consoci Over the Wall?

Anonimo ha detto...

Si, probabilmente lo e