A Lei Orgânica do município de Lagoa Santa pode ser emendada por proposta

A respeito dos servidores públicos, assinale a alternativa correta.

Sobre a organização territorial do município de Lagoa Santa, prevista em sua Lei Orgânica, assinale a alternativa incorreta.

Sobre os princípios da administração pública, é incorreto afirmar que o princípio da

Sobre a criação, a incorporação, a fusão e o desmembramento de municípios, assinale a alternativa que não corresponde a uma exigência constitucional.

Segundo a Organização Mundial da Saúde (OMS), o número de assassinatos chega a 4,8 para cada 100 mil mulheres. O Mapa da Violência de 2015 aponta que, entre 1980 e 2013, 106.093 pessoas morreram por sua condição de ser mulher. As mulheres negras são ainda mais violentadas. Apenas entre 2003 e 2013, houve aumento de 54% no registro de mortes, passando de 1.864 para 2.875 nesse período. Muitas vezes, são os próprios familiares (50,3%) ou parceiros / ex-parceiros (33,2%) os que cometem os assassinatos.

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Desde 2015, com a aprovação da Lei nº 13.140, o feminicídio passou a constar no Código Penal. Consequentemente,

Leia o fragmento a seguir.

“A concentração econômica nos municípios caiu um pouco na passagem de 2002 para 2016, conforme o Produto Interno Bruto (PIB) dos Municípios de 2016, pesquisa divulgada ontem (14/12/2018) pelo Instituto Brasileiro de Geografia e Estatística (IBGE).

Em 2016 apenas seis cidades concentravam um quarto do PIB nacional [...].

Apesar da elevada concentração, o quadro é melhor que o de 2002 (quando) apenas quatro municípios concentravam quase um quarto da atividade econômica nacional [...]”

O TEMPO. “Seis municípios concentravam 25% do PIB em 2016”. 15 dez. 2018. p. 12.

De acordo com esse trecho da reportagem, é correto afirmar sobre o PIB dos municípios no país:

Tremor em repouso, instabilidade postural, bradicinesia e rigidez em roda dentada caracterizam 

O hormônio antidiurético atua por

O mediador que não estimula a excreção ácida do estômago é a

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “Only an old man, mittened and scarved”, the two words “mittened” and “scarved” are

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the phrase “for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility.”, the pronoun “whom” refers to the

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
The sentence “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.”, if reported will read as:

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.
In the sentence “The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace”, the words “empty” and “country” are used as

TEXT 2 The taxi, an old Rover smelling of old cigarette smoke, trundled along the empty, country road at an unhurried pace. It was early afternoon at the very end of February, a magic winter day of bitter cold, frost, and pale, cloudless skies. The sun shone, sending long shadows, but there was little warmth in it, and the ploughed fields lay hard as iron. From the chimneys of scattered farmhouses and small stone cottages, smoke rose, straight as columns, up into the still air, and flocks of sheep, heavy with wool and incipient pregnancy, gathered around feeding troughs, stuffed with hay. Sitting in the back of the taxi, gazing through the dusty window, Penelope Keeling decided that she had never seen the familiar countryside look so beautiful. The road curved steeply; ahead stood the wooden signpost marking the lane that led to Temple Pudley. The driver slowed and with a painful change of gear, turned, bumping downhill between high and blinding hedges. Moments later they were in the village, with its golden Cotswold stone houses, newsagent butcher, the Sudeley Arms, and the church – set back from the street behind an ancient graveyard and the dark foliage of some suitably gloomy yews. There were few people about. The children were all in school, and the bitter weather kept others indoors. Only an old man, mittened and scarved, walked his ancient dog. “Which house is it?” the taxi driver inquired over his shoulder. She leaned forward, ridiculously excited and expectant. “Just a little way on. Through the village. The white gates on the right. They’re open. There! Here we are.” He turned in through the gates and the car drew up at the back of the house. She opened the door and got out, drawing her dark blue cape around her against the cold. She opened her bag and found her key, went to unlock the door. Behind her, the taxi driver manhandled open the boot of the car and lifted out her small suitcase. She turned to take it from him, but he held on to it, somewhat concerned. “is there nobody here to meet you?” “No. Nobody. I live alone, and everybody thinks I’m still in the hospital.” “Be all right, will you?” She smiled into his kindly face. He was quite young, with fair bushy hair. “Of course.” He hesitated, not wishing to presume. ‘If you want, I’ll carry the case in. Carry it upstairs, if needs be.’ “Oh, that’s kind of you. But I can easily manage…” “No bother.” He told her, and followed her into the kitchen. She opened the door, and led him up the narrow, cottage stairs. Everything smelt clinically clean. Mrs. Plackett, bless her heart, had not been wasting time during the few days of Penelope’s absence. She quite liked it when Penelope went away, because then she could do things like wash the white paint of the bannisters, and boil dusters, and buff up the brass and silver. Her bedroom door stood ajar. She went in, and the young man followed her, setting her case on the floor. “Anything else I can do?” he asked. “Not a thing. Now, how much do I owe you?” He told her, looking shamefaced, as though it were an embarrassment to him. She paid him, and told him to keep the change. He thanked her, and they went back down the stairs. But still he hung about, seeming reluctant to leave. He probably, she told herself, had some old granny, of his own, for whom he felt the same sort of responsibility. “You’ll be all right, then?” “I promise you. And tomorrow my friend Mrs. Plackett will come. So then I won’t be alone anymore.” This, for some reason, reassured him. “I’ll be off then.’” “No trouble.” PILCHER, Rosamund. The shell seekers. London: Coronet Books, Hodder and Stoughton,1989. p. 9-11.

The taxi driver learnt during their conversation that the narrator was

Existe uma infinidade de fatores que influenciam a aprendizagem de pessoas com deficiência, entre eles as características das tarefas motoras,o sujeito que aprende, aprendizagem prévia, o contexto da aprendizagem e o tipo de informação. O professor de Educação Física deve considerar alguns aspectos fundamentais e necessários para uma melhor adequação das tarefas ao tipo de necessidade que os alunos possam apresentar. A esse respeito, analise as afirmativas a seguir. I. Aprendizagem global versus aprendizagem por partes – a aprendizagem por partes é conveniente quando a complexidade da tarefa vai aumentando. A demonstração do modelo total pode ser o mais adequado quando o movimento não pode ser decomposto ou quando a tarefa se apresenta de fácil execução. O objetivo é conseguir que o aluno perceba a globalidade do ato motor e seja capaz de executá-lo. II. Importância da propriocepção na aprendizagem de uma habilidade motora – a aprendizagem do movimento é influenciada e facilitada pela percepção cinestésica. Assim o aluno pode vivenciar o movimento, visualizar, apontar no outro, observar e comparar os seus movimentos com os do colega. III. Capacidade linguística – é de suma importância que o professor conheça a capacidade linguística de seus alunos, já que a comunicação verbal é um dos meios mais utilizados no processo de aprendizagem motora. IV. Tipo de ajuda prestada – o professor de Educação Física deverá prestar ajuda ao aluno necessitado para executar o movimento, procurando escolher a que seja mais adequada à situação, seja ela verbal ou por demonstração. Em alguns casos, a ajuda manual ou mecânica poderá ser necessária para os portadores de deficiência mais comprometidos ou à medida que aumente a complexidade da resposta motora. Estão corretas as afirmativas:

Ensinar é ajudar o educando, por meio dos conteúdos da Educação Física, a ser uma pessoa que busque sua própria emancipação e transcendência, não somente na aquisição dos conhecimentos da aula, mas também para além do contexto escolar, ou seja, na vida. Analise as afirmativas a seguir, relativas à Ciência da Motricidade Humana.  I. A Ciência da Motricidade Humana defende uma visão dualista, que separa corpo e alma, atestando a concepção mecânica do movimento, da prática pela prática, ou seja, da importância de educar o físico para o bem-estar das pessoas. II. A Motricidade Humana trata do indivíduo global inserido na sociedade, como sujeito / agente e crítico, tendo como objetivo romper com a antiga e tradicional Educação Física, que tinha suas aulas atreladas ao físico, sem as reflexões / compreensões necessárias à sua prática. III. A motricidade humana é o corpo em movimento intencional, inteiro e complexo, objetivando mudança de hábitos e atitudes, no sentido de consolidação de uma autêntica práxis que contribua para a formação humana. Estão corretas as afirmativas:

O sistema muscular esquelético constitui a maior parte da musculatura do corpo, formando o que se chama popularmente de carne. Essa musculatura recobre totalmente o esqueleto e está presa aos ossos, sendo responsável pela movimentação corporal. Considerando esse contexto, avalie as seguintes asserções e a relação proposta entre elas. I. A contração do músculo esquelético é voluntária e ocorre pelo deslizamento dos filamentos de actina sobre os de miosina. Nas pontas dos filamentos de miosina existem pequenas projeções, capazes de formar ligações com certos sítios dos filamentos de actina, quando o músculo é estimulado. PORTANTO II. as projeções de miosina puxam os filamentos de actina, forçando-os a deslizar sobre os filamentos de miosina, resultando no encurtamento das miofibrilas e na contração muscular. Durante a contração muscular, o sarcômero diminui devido à aproximação das duas linhas Z, e a zona H chega a desaparecer. A respeito dessas asserções, assinale a alternativa correta.

Na modalidade voleibol, bloquear é a ação dos jogadores próximos à rede para interceptar a bola vinda do adversário, estendendo-se acima do bordo superior da rede, não importando a altura em que é feito o contato com a bola. Analise as seguintes afirmativas sobre o fundamento bloqueio no voleibol e assinale com V as verdadeiras e com F as falsas. (  ) Ao bloquear, o jogador pode colocar suas mãos e braços além da rede, desde que sua ação não interfira na jogada do adversário. Assim, não é permitido tocar a bola além da rede até o adversário executar um golpe de ataque. (  ) Um contato de bloqueio não conta como um toque da equipe. Consequentemente, após o contato do bloqueio, a equipe tem direito a três toques para retornar a bola à quadra adversária. (  ) O primeiro toque após o bloqueio pode ser dado por qualquer jogador, inclusive aquele que tocou a bola no bloqueio. É proibido bloquear o saque adversário. Assinale a sequência correta.

Os alimentos fornecem substratos constituídos por elementos químicos que atuam na produção de energia para a realização dos movimentos. Esse fornecimento não ocorre diretamente para a atuação nos processos celulares; os elementos químicos são convertidos em um composto altamente energético, conhecido como adenosina trifosfato (ATP). Analise as afirmativas sobre fontes de energia para o corpo humano e assinale com V as verdadeiras e com F as falsas. (  ) As proteínas são a principal fonte de energia extraída dos alimentos, mas parte de sua ingestão, quando o corpo encontra-se em repouso, é convertida diretamente em moléculas de glicogênio, que são armazenadas no fígado e nos músculos para sua conversão em moléculas de energia utilizável. (  ) As proteínas são responsáveis pelo fornecimento de energia em exercícios de longa duração e baixa intensidade, como maratonas ou provas de 800 ou 1 500 metros na natação. (  ) As proteínas são os nutrientes que fornecem menos substrato para se converterem em energia utilizável: são responsáveis por apenas de 5% a 10% da energia utilizável para manter os exercícios por um tempo prolongado, sendo utilizada apenas sua unidade mais básica, os aminoácidos. (  ) A quantidade de energia produzida é o resultado de um conjunto de reações biológicas mensurado em quilocalorias.Entende-se que uma quilocaloria corresponde à quantidade de energia térmica (calor) necessária para aumentar a temperatura de um quilograma ou um litro de água em um grau Celsius. Assinale a sequência correta.