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.
