PDE - Η κοινότητα των εκπαιδευτικών

Ένα ολόκληρο μηνιάτικο για ενιαίο φόρο ιδιοκτησίας ακινήτων. Περαστικά μας. Η κυβέρνηση προφανώς θεωρεί πως ό,τι έχουμε αποκτήσει με σκληρή δουλειά, κόπο και ιδρώτα, το έχουμε συνεταιρικά. Άντε να μην ανοίξω το στόμα μου, το ..... μου!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAvmLDkAgAM

Ο θρυλικός μονόλογος από τον Κenneth Branagh ως Henry V από το ομώνυμο έργο του Shakespeare, πριν τη μάχη του Agincourt, κατά τη διάρκεια του εκατονταετούς πολέμου, στην οποία οι Άγγλοι, αν και υστερώντας αριθμητικά 3/1, κατατρόπωσαν κι εξολόθρευσαν τον ανθό της γαλλικής ιπποσύνης, συλλαμβάνοντας επί του πεδίου και τον ίδιο το Γάλλο βασιλιά Charles d'Albret.

KING. What's he that wishes so?
    My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
    If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our country loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
    That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
    Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
    And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
    We would not die in that man's company
    That fears his fellowship to die with us.
    This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    But we in it shall be remembered-
    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.