L'ITALIA RIPARTE SOLO ATTIRANDO I RICCHI E I BRAVI E CACCIANDO I POVERI E INCAPACI


CASSIUS CLAY LO DIPINGONO COME UN EROE ..INVECE ERA SOLO UN VIOLENTO E IGNORANTE!

ORIANA FALLACI :
Si chiamava, a quel tempo, Cassius Marcellus Clay. Ora si chiama Mohammed Alì ed è il simbolo di tutto ciò che bisogna rifiutare, spezzare: l' odio, l' arroganza, il fanatismo che non conosce barriere geografiche, né differenza di lingue, né colore della pelle.
I Mussulmani neri, Neri, una delle sette più pericolose d' America, Ku-Klux-Klan alla rovescia, assassini di Malcom X, lo hanno catechizzato ipnotizzato piegato.
 E del pagliaccio innocuo non resta che un vanitoso irritante, un fanatico cupo ed ottuso che predica la segregazione razziale, maltratta i bianchi, pretende che un' area degli Stati Uniti gli sia consegnata in nome di Allah. Magari per diventarne capo: il sogno che quei mascalzoni gli hanno messo in testa approfittando del fatto che non capisce nulla, sa menar pugni e basta.
 

ORA QUANDO QUALCUNO CERCA DI FARVI PASSARE CASSIUS CLAY COME UN EROE....SAPPIATELO AVETE DAVANTI A VOI UN CATTO COMUNISTA PERBENISTA VENDUTO A OBAMA O UNA TESTA DI CAZZO
COMUNQUE SIA EVITALO E' UN ABOMINIO..E' L'ANTIINTELLIGNZA IN PERSON

LEGETE LE FANFARONATE DI OBAMA SUL SITO GOVERNATIVO DOPO LA MORTE DI CASSIUS CLAY !!!!
Statement from President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama on the Passing of Muhammad Ali
Muhammad Ali was The Greatest. Period. If you just asked him, he’d tell you. He’d tell you he was the do But what made The Champ the greatest – what truly separated him from everyone else – is that everyone else would tell you pretty much the same thing.
Like everyone else on the planet, Michelle and I mourn his passing. But we’re also grateful to God for how fortunate we are to have known him, if just for a while; for how fortunate we all are that The Greatest chose to grace our time.
In my private study, just off the Oval Office, I keep a pair of his gloves on display, just under that iconic photograph of him – the young champ, just 22 years old, roaring like a lion over a fallen Sonny Liston. I was too young when it was taken to understand who he was – still Cassius Clay, already an Olympic Gold Medal winner, yet to set out on a spiritual journey that would lead him to his Muslim faith, exile him at the peak of his power, and set the stage for his return to greatness with a name as familiar to the downtrodden in the slums of Southeast Asia and the villages of Africa as it was to cheering crowds in Madison Square Garden.
“I am America,” he once declared. “I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me – black, confident, cocky; my name, not yours; my religion, not yours; my goals, my own. Get used to me.”
That’s the Ali I came to know as I came of age – not just as skilled a poet on the mic as he was a fighter in the ring, but a man who fought for what was right. A man who fought for us. He stood with King and Mandela; stood up when it was hard; spoke out when others wouldn’t. His fight outside the ring would cost him his title and his public standing. It would earn him enemies on the left and the right, make him reviled, and nearly send him to jail. But Ali stood his ground. And his victory helped us get used to the America we recognize today.
He wasn’t perfect, of course. For all his magic in the ring, he could be careless with his words, and full of contradictions as his faith evolved. But his wonderful, infectious, even innocent spirit ultimately won him more fans than foes – maybe because in him, we hoped to see something of ourselves. Later, as his physical powers ebbed, he became an even more powerful force for peace and reconciliation around the world. We saw a man who said he was so mean he’d make medicine sick reveal a soft spot, visiting children with illness and disability around the world, telling them they, too, could become the greatest. We watched a hero light a torch, and fight his greatest fight of all on the world stage once again; a battle against the disease that ravaged his body, but couldn’t take the spark from his eyes.
Muhammad Ali shook up the world. And the world is better for it. We are all better for it. Michelle and I send our deepest condolences to his family, and we pray that the greatest fighter of them all finally rests in peace.

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6 commenti:

Anonimo ha detto...

Uno sbruffone che ha vissuto da mentecatto ostaggio della tremenda malattia che lo ha colpito.D'altronde gli americani vivono negli eccessi in tutto e per tutto.

gigi56 ha detto...

A livello sportivo sicuramente il numero 1 nella storia del pugilato
A livello umano una persona che ha speso la propria vita anche nel dolore con estrema coerenza
Quando sei tropppo in alto i nani che ti circondano non possono capirti
un vostro lettore fiero di non pensarla come voi

ML ha detto...

NESSUNO LO CONTESTA COME PUGILE..ma come uomo lo hanno fatto passare per un eroe ma leggiti la fallaci e non mettere le fette di salame sugli occhi...come vorrebbe l'establishment.

Anonimo ha detto...

cosa dice la fallaci? e poi anche ella e credibile? chi garantisce la verità? o il fine e sempre quello di farci incazzare e mai sentirci in pace?

Anonimo ha detto...

Lui da nero africano convertito all'Islam. Probabilmente non ha mai saputo che le deportazioni di africani sono state fatte dagli arabi musulmani

Matteo Coro ha detto...

Anonimo 6 giugno 2016 15:00

Le deportazioni fatte dagli arabi!? I portoghesi erano ispettori ONU per i diritti umani al tempo!? Le piantagioni di cotone erano negli emirati.
Ma cristo siamo obiettivi.