اقتداءا بالعم سامسوم وتسخينا لموسم التدوين في شهر نوفمبر المبارك
I won't let you down I will not give you up Gotta have some faith in the sound It's the one good thing that I've got I won't let you down So please don't give me up Because I would really, really love to stick around
Heaven knows I was just a young boy Didn't know what I wanted to be I was every little hungry schoolgirl's pride and joy And I guess it was enough for me To win the race? A prettier face! Brand new clothes and a big fat place On your rock and roll TV But today the way I play the game is not the same No way Think I'm gonna get me some happy
I think there's something you should know I think it's time I told you so There's something deep inside of me There's someone else I've got to be Take back your picture in a frame Take back your singing in the rain I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don't belong to you And you don't belong to me Freedom You've gotta give for what you take Freedom You've gotta give for what you take
Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy What a kick just a buddy and me We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy We were living in a fantasy We won the race Got out of the place I went back home got a brand new face For the boys on MTV But today the way I play the game has got to change Oh yeah Now I'm gonna get myself happy
I think there's something you should know I think it's time I stopped the show There's something deep inside of me There's someone I forgot to be Take back your picture in a frame Don't think that I'll be back again I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes do not make the man
All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow All we have to see Is that I don't belong to you And you don't belong to me Freedom You've gotta give for what you take Freedom You've gotta give for what you take
Well it looks like the road to heaven But it feels like the road to hell When I knew which side my bread was buttered I took the knife as well Posing for another picture Everybody's got to sell But when you shake your ass They notice fast And some mistakes were built to last
That's what you get
I say that's what you get
That's what you get for changing your mind
And after all this time I just hope you understand Sometimes the clothes Do not make the man
I'll hold on to my freedom May not be what you want from me Just the way it's got to be Lose the face now I've got to live
I encourage all my fellow bloggers to share anything that falls under their hands on this not-so-well-documented chapter of history (I tried to dig deep into the web but, apart from the news articles at that time - which by definition routinely chronicle the news and don't go in-depth enough, I frankly didn't find something consistent enough to quench my thirst to know more on this murky affair). This report was the best I could find so again, if you have something, do share.
Also, I remember there's an excerpt at the end of the third episode of Zaman Bourguiba where Mzali, among others, gave his testimony (he was prime minister at the time). I couldn't cut the exact excerpt out of the episode so if someone can do it, I'd really appreciate.
I believe we can join efforts together to understand the puzzle and make this issue better known for the new Tunisian generations because it'd be very dishonest, coward and unpatriotic to let such thing be swept under the carpet just like that.
I will post more on this later. Until then, please skim through the report and let's gather facts.
When siblings have an argument or even fight, the last resort, the last heavy artillery to achieve maximum damage is not a fist or a kick or a header, it's this short evil-packed sentence told by the older to the younger
Je veux me rendre a Jerusalem. Je suis de nationalite Tunisienne (devrais-je vous le rappler a chaque fois? :)). Quelqu'un a une idee comment proceder que ca soit depuis la Tunisie ou a l'etranger?
"The Laffer Curve -[illustration of the idea that setting tax rates at an optimum point maximizes the tax revenue]- was not invented by me. Ibn Khaldun, the 14th century [Tunisian] philosopher, wrote in his work The Muqaddimah: "It should be known that at the beginning of the dynasty, taxation yields a large revenue from small assessments. At the end of the dynasty, taxation yields a small revenue from large assessments.""
Economist Arthur B. Laffer (June 1, 2004 at The Heritage Foundation)