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سأثق بحكومتي عندما .....

رسالة من بغلة: 

في فرنسا، أقر الرئيس اليساري المنتخب بأن ينقص معاشه ومعاش وزرائه بنسبة ٣٠% كخطوة لمواجه عجز الدوله .... ياااه ... تماماً كما هو الحال هنا.
تطنش الصحف المحلية هذه الأخبار، وتختار أن تتحدث عن حياه الرئيس هولند الشخصية وحبيبته فاليري - فهذا أهم. 
آخ آخ ... عقل العرب بين   ........... (أكمل الفراغ).

يا هل ترى ... كم من الملايين قد توفر حكومتنا إن انقصت ليس ٣٠ بل ٢٠% من كل راتب وزير حالي ومتقاعد، من كل نائب وعين .... لو استبدلت سيارات المرسيدس بهايونداي.  
إستخفر الله العظيم ... هاذي هلوسات العصافير.
حرام الحكومة طفرانة -
أما الشعب، فيستطيع أن يتحمل زيادة الضرائب ورفع الأسعار - فنحن لا حمير بل بعير..
نتحمل الكثير في سبيل عيش كريم للقوا... القادة. 


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