quinta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2011
terça-feira, 4 de outubro de 2011
Linha da Frente | «Querido Subsídio» Parte 3
17/05/2011
"É o subsídio mais contestado da sociedade portuguesa e dele dependem mais de 320 mil pessoas. Na reportagem "Querido subsídio"
vai conhecer um bairro do Porto que tem mais beneficiários do rendimento social de inserção do que casas. O RSI custa aos cofres
do Estado quase 500 milhões de euros por ano. As acções de fiscalização intensificam-se e é no terreno que os inspectores da
Segurança Social conseguem detectar quem precisa do subsídio e quem anda a enganar o Estado. Nos Açores, os beneficiários
do RSI trabalham três horas por dia para a comunidade. Ganhar hábitos de trabalho ou exploração de mão de obra, a questão é
polémica."
segunda-feira, 3 de outubro de 2011
History of Education (1900-1950)
"The purpose of Compulsory Education is to deprive the common people of their commonsense." -- GK Chesterton
domingo, 2 de outubro de 2011
Madness - Our House
Madness - Our House Lyrics
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening
And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud
Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
Father gets up late for work
Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss
She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways
(Instrumental Interlude)
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
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