Laughing but touching own balls
During five years, the governments Prodi-D’Alema-Amato straighten Italy accounts, to enter the eurozone in the first wave.
And I touch my balls firstly for the escaped danger; if they had not been succesfull, now italians beg everywhere in the world, except Berlüsca, obviously.
Alright, the Berlüsca goes to the government and it happens you a 9th/11, a world recession, an oil barrel to the stars.
After five years Prodi returns and economy is again growing, for all the time his government can last, lucky dog that!
When Prodi falls, the Berlüsca returns rejoicing like a gongolo, and an economic world crisis bursts, the worst of a long period, worse than 1929 too.
Not enough, the L’Aquila earthquake comes, with a lot of damage and reconstruction costs, in addition to human casualties; and then this rail disaster in Viareggio.
I think that as Prodi is happily lucky as the Berlüsca takes rotten luck to Italy, but truly bloody rotten luck.
The dark side of the regime
When in the whole world also common people discusse about the events in Iran, the North Korean crisis, the eternal Palestinian problem unfairly a little on the sly, and the economic crisis that will be with us long yet, in Italy nothing of all. Ah, not to say that of the state of our planet we don’t care a bit – I prefer a more refined language today – also if was going to pieces, let us build more unnecessary apartments.
This regime has focused attention on the stories of sex and, perhaps, drugs around the Berlüsca. He pretends to have discomfort, but always when voices calm down, someone relaunches the shit. Much better for regime having to answer them, instead of the question where had gone the funds for the earthquake of L’Aquila, including those of SMS, and for the so called Big Events, as the World Championship of Swimming of Rome. All funds into the hands of Bertolaso, the Berlüsca abettor.
This strange mix of uses, there is also the next G8, probably unprecedented elsewhere, seems perfect for making the control very difficult, when all cats are dark in the night. Good lunch, gentlemen.
Shit
Everything can be a mirror of a country, a black mirror sometimes, often involuntary.
Five minutes ago, on La7, an Italian TV network, during an advertisement interval, first one on Imodium, a drug that stops diarrhea, then on Activia, a yogurth with the property of moving the intestine.
Alright, is this or not a shit country?
Bad people
Bad people have the govern that they deserve.
If the richest italian, the Berlüsca, uses his position to abuse of State airplanes for private interest (moving here and there his court of dwarfs, dancers and pimps), it’s not a private affair, because the money is public. Would this shit people think how much could be increased the social cards, without this abuse?
Happy the english people, black angry why a Minister abused of a toaster! And shit to my compatriots, so happy to pay the bill of Berlüsca. It is possible to resign from Italian?
Time tangle
Yesterday I woke up being Friday. I’m sure it was Friday. I was happy when I took my dirty train to Milan because it was Friday.
And I resisted all day at work and boredom, by the strenght of Friday, since the time to go to station by Milan’s metro. Great heat, slimy sweat, but I had the Friday’s smile. But not only for me, not an illusion, I’m sure, all the faces were Friday’s faces, also on the train of the evening, more an oven than a train. When I arrived to Vigevano railway station, it was still Friday, I’m sure.
Suddenly it’s Thursday. Thursday? It’s not possible! Thursday! When all the day I had resisted only for the consciousness of Friday! I want to cry, Thursday.
I’m sure that someone stole me the Friday; I have no evidence, but must be the Berlüsca.
No rest
When I wrote WOW, for the moment save…, I meant exactly “today”.
Today the Berlüsca has the batteries discharged, will curse against all except himself, of course. But tomorrow will already be around, strong of rubbishes invented by his staff, foaming anger and desire for revenge.
Alright, what matters is to understand that until the Berlüsca is living, the democracy in Italy is at risk. I wish to launch now my Delenda Carthago, like Cato the Elder, who warned the Senate of the need, also talking about the figs price.
So the politicians should take note and act accordingly.
WOW, for the moment save…
The Berlüsca is fucked.
At Political 2008 PDL+Lega (they were together) had 46.8%.
Now PDL+Lega (separately) has 45.6%, but with the Lega in great growth.
After having asked 10 points more, the Berlüsca lost at least 2 points, a loser, the imagine he fears more.
A second observation. The Berlüsca has his best result in Southern Italy (>42%), that he most penalized, diverting European FAS funds for depressed regions, in favor of interests of the whole country or worse of North.
Not a reason in favor of intelligence of Southern Italy people, let me say.
About intelligence, in the night I heard Maurizio Gasparri so happy for the result of the PDL. Seeing the dark face, and humor, of the Berlüsca, I believe that today Gasparri will have some pain at shoulders, but a bit lower.
Waiting the end…
Difficult in the rest of Europe believe that in Italy we are playing democracy in these hours, these are only the elections for the European Parliament.
Alright, if the Berlüsca will win with a Bulgarian rate – all my excuses to Bulgarian people, but this expression goes back to the time of my youth and I have nothing better – he will start building his dictatorship, because justified by people (not to tell of Oiled by the Lord, as he said himself).
I just told in the past about what type of dictatorship (I think to do, at least): not based on a Police State. This requires a lot of money, and he doesn’t spend for police, as it knows, without gasoline, without repair of cars, even without the armors.
And the italian policemen like Berlüsca! Think who denied armors, when you’ll get a projectile.
The money is needed for parties at Certosa Villa. Just having own televisions and controlling the others politically or financially by advertizing, why spend money for a political police? When people burn of desire to obey (or get some privilege).
First step of regime will be not the reporting to the court of the few opposition newspapers, but a more effective and faster destruction of their printing by the action squads in green or in red-black, or any other colour they would use.
Alright, if things will be worst, I have a great example in the past, much greater than me, into the Rosselli brothers, Piero Gobetti and many others. The only problem is doing the mason at my age, and with the competition of too many illegal immigrants sans-papiers.
Laughing because in this moment my hope is zero.
Finishing with Noemi’s affair
Last news of Noemi’s affair speak of military aircrafts used to bring starlets, and other pimps, from all over Italy to Sardinia’s Villa Certosa of Berlüsca: public money for private interest.
The Berlüsca protests for the violation of his privacy, and a coward journalism, or shitty, doesn’t object that privacy nothing has to do with public money, and this with dick’s affairs.
Unfortunately, my compatriots envy the Berlüsca, and would be in his shoes, with a lot of girls (also underaged) to f…k, at the expense of others, better, enriching at their expense, having the power to rub the law.
They will vote for him June 6th with rates of old Bulgaria; so will pay his bills, as worthy of a people of shit.
