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Coloana sonora : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fR-xy9GgRA

Alegeri de congres fara circ in eMoldova ati mai pomenit? Trebuie sa fie ceva in atmosfera, un virus de toamna, sau o melancolie. A disparut primejdia oare? Lasatul pe-o ureche costa mereu. E periculos sa ai o falsa impresie de siguranta. Intotdeauna viata iti da o lovitura cand te astepti mai putin, just to keep you on the toes.

Octombrie e luna in care ti-e dor de vara ce a trecut mult prea repede si te gandesti ca vine crivatul prin ramuri si suflete, necrutator. E luna in care zdrobesti in dinti boabele brumate de struguri si promisiunea vinului in butelci. E luna brumei, pe razoare si inimi. E frig, desi e soare.
Toamna asta este oricum mai trista cumva. Paradoxal, fiindca agitatia belicoasa a cuprins tot erepublikul, inclusiv in Moldova, gratie lui Omae. Avem lupte zilnic, o situatie rara aici. Totusi, lumea ii reproseaza maestrului ca e retras, inclusiv eu. Sincera sa fiu imi era teama ca-si va cobori marele sictir asupra ipochimenilor si va lua FP sau mai rau. Acum vad ca teama mea era inutila, si regrete imi bantuie mintea, am contribuit la saracirea presei din Moldova . L-am rugat sa fie ponderat. Nu mi-am inchipuit insa nici o clipa ca va arbora tacerea absoluta.
Maestre, da-ne Zen-ul inapoi !

La sfarsit, replicile de rigoare .

Celor care se gandesc sa lase erep:

Oda Mae Brown: He's stuck, that's what it is. He's in between worlds. You know it happens sometimes that the spirit gets yanked out so fast that the essence still feels it has work to do here.

Celor care alearga dupa Gol😛

Oda Mae Brown: I know you don't think I'm giving this 4 million dollars to a bunch of nuns!
Sam: Think of it this way, you'll go to Heaven.
Oda Mae Brown: I don't want to go to Heaven, I want to go to the bank and cash a GODDAMN CHECK!

Celor care candideaza la presedentie:

Sam Wheat: They're going to kill you, Carl. You and Willie! You're going to be fertilizer. They're gonna bury you right next to Jimmy Hoffa.

Celor care au pierdut(alegeri, BH):

Molly Jensen: Carl, are you all right?
Carl Bruner: It's just my stomach! Do you have anything like Pepto Bismol or something like that?
Sam Wheat: Cyanide!

Celor care zgandare apele:

Oda Mae Brown: Oh, chill out. Chill. Out!

eUngurilor:

Emergency Room Ghost: [as the Lights come for a dying man] Lucky bastard. It could've been the other ones. You never know.

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