Club Penguin Rainbow Puffle Real

in the pen

When the saliva flowing and journalism scares the darkness is covering the empty space, a territory occupied pajilleros abandoned, suppressed, greasy johns, sinister, cowardly and self-conscious with names and surnames.

Son of famous towns, Anson, Losantos pejotas, Uzziah and some other Schlichting, but that secrete a viscous liquid and corrupted by the corners of his eyelids, accenting the disgust that follows his gaze.
We have to look at their faces, carefully follow the tour, see how advanced the putrid waste that falls folds to the mouth, and eats his tongue dropwise prim, as the floods and then the floods, to continue its way to the sticky hand holding the pen and shed there all their misery.
When all this slime flows sharing and journalism scares these secret voyeurs, fetishists these dirt-proclaimed prophets droit de seigneur, Baroque pulpits with tornavoces up, support their battalions in the chest, deploy its most sinister and abjection corrupt the shared space.
When journalism scares before these usurpers of the trade, the cloaca extends its domain, takes over the public square and built its favorite pastime: gambling crime insult, which prevails and is rewarded discrimination on grounds of birth, race, sex, religion, political or any other condition or personal or social circumstance, such as sexual orientation, faith or lack thereof, ideology, pregnancy, age, name or surname.
When journalism scares before these poor, who mistake the slime with the intellect, our profession lost future citizens, their freedom, and democracy, the respect.
journalism has to deal with the pollution given off by these exhibitionists of the slime in the pen, a perversion that must hide under the umbrella of freedom of expression.
are predictable. Planted in front of their victims and quickly opened his trench coat, revealing his intellectual nakedness. But they are cowards. If we stand up to them, staring at his organic waste material, pointing to their disability and showing our contempt with a loud laugh, which, while alerting the rest of the citizenry, they run to hide their complex and flaps ... in the mud.
(To them, these days suffering abuse from those who want to steal the job: apologies.)