The money of the petroleum is the Terror of the French Revolution. A lot of money, many democrats, and many adventurers to give a help. A very rich nation with many poor, with few very rich.
The propaganda unconvinced walks her for the neighbourhoods in the ineffective retentive memory of to clear to the confused beaters electrics for they tie not threads, because they cause many fires and human carbonizations. Many cables electrics, guaranteed fires. At night, in the clumsy alcoholic torpor, it happens who supplies generator with candle of lit wax, and it is with the candle in the hand. The democracy is as an installation electric, she should have good circuit breakers.
A recurrent criminal of the cellular phones didn't get tired of the prison. The conniving mother favoured it, she paid to see him out of the grating. Mom got tired and he didn't loosen it. An uncle freed it. He arrived home much depreciated, and he asked the mother: "because you didn't remove me of the prison?” and he gave him a mercy shot.
Until the corpses they popularized… in this kingdom they are transported as vulgar merchandise.
Pic: Angola em fotos