Two facts that I believe related, although I’m not a psychologist.

Listening to the voices of the cult of personality of the Berlüsca, starting with his most intimate circle to get off at the Italian male population, I have the feeling of a strong, repressed homosexual istinct.

In recent times, then, we are seeing continuous daily attacks on gay people, their meeting places and even personal attacks, endangering their lives; events that we did not assist in a long time, fortunately.

The sequence.

Yesterday, an european commissioner makes statements on possible breaches of European law on refugees about the last boat people intercepted by the Italian Navy and returned to Libya.

The Berlüsca, nervous, appears on TV with dark face and fierce to say:
-  It has to end that every commissioner, or his spokesperson, make statements. Only the President of the Commission and its spokesman . – [How good you!] – If this continues, I block the Commission not voting the resolutions!

WOW! There is all, the dark face and the menace, chiùmbia we would say in Italy.

Barroso, moreover awaiting confirmation, is not intimidated and replies:
- The commissioner did not charge to Italy, but voiced doubts, then the case does not exist. When we have the informations, we judge. In any case, the commissioners, and their spokesman, have a right to speak according to European rules.

Out of diplomacy, Fuck yourself, Berlüsca.

Indead, before evening, Chigi Palace [hehehe, not Berlüsca, his staff] declares that there are no allegations, so all is fine.
Barroso gave Berlüsca two slaps, and he took them.

The mirror

The declarations of the commissioner, those of Barroso, in Italian televisions are only voices, while the dark face, the false, penny aggressiveness of Berlüsca was an image.

What you think that the average italian will remember tomorrow,  ”Berlüsca sang them clear to Barroso!” or “Barroso gave two slaps to Berlüsca!”?

What shit country, the mine, the Berlüscaland! For 20-30 years the green parties were scorned at 2-3%. And not by fault of Grazia Francescato, but by liability of 56 million of individualist singles, who reduce the country to a dunghill daily, having in mind only their own business.

The same Berlüsca, months ago, said: – But what green technologies of the c…, we have a world crisis, but give me the pleasure!
And would expand buildings of a 20% indiscriminately, in a country that still have a lot of buildings, ugly and useless, and in fact unused.

Now President Obama comes and tells about environment. The #NoBerlüsca, who understands only his interests, senses the deal and becomes a green-ass, as I call the slob environmentalists without any culture.

And my slob people, because their Berlüsca is becoming a green-ass, they all will come green-asses, and since now if you miss an innocent fart on the street, a lot of passers-by will claim you have to use a catalytic muffler.

And this is not a shit country?

The Berlüsca went to dinner with two judges of Italian Constitutional Court, Luigi Mazzella hosting, responsible for judging the constitutionality of Alfani’s law.

This law gets immune from prosecution the Berlüsca, who needs, President Napolitano, who doesn’t need, Senate President Schifani, uhm…uhm…, and Camera President Fini, whom personally I believe correct person.

Today there is a delayed defense of indefensible:
- At my home I invite whom I wish! – great institutional viewpoint by a judge of Constitutional Court, worthy of a pigsty.
- The right of eating with whom one prefers – Feltri, a journalist (???) near to Berlüsca.

Alright, the event stinks to me also from the viewpoint of law, but no doubt it smacks of indecency, how to exit by a bog before having withdrawn the apparatus.

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.

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.

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 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?

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.

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.