are fed up. what? no, not Berlusconi. and even the various santoro floris gad lerner and all the various television newsrooms or not. I'm not even sick of faith and Belpietro.
'm sick of you
what more I nausea in this historical moment are Italy at this unseemly phrases of ordinary people. berlusconi attacker, who defends him. Certainly, for the second test is also dismay, but the disgust is identical. here: the comments below the videos in youtube, in the community of Virgil, in the post in the newspaper articles online. all in a fist fight, gratuitous insults, periods that seem to (dis) articulated by people repressed. when there is a disagreement every one is free to think as he wishes at the bottom and I think he thought the "Left" that one "right" are equally (little) valid, beyond what I think. the arguments but no, those do not. are not all equal ecchecazzo. there's nothing to do, this political class of poor is a reflection of the people.
sincerely to me that one goes to hell does not give a damn. who are they to judge? how many people rich and do not allow partying with hotties complacent? facts and their aspiring showgirls. would say that if you are aspiring councilors the speech starts to be a little 'different, but both the recommendation in public places there has always been, if you have the chair because "son are you a relative of a friend ..." or because "you have a nice pair of tits" is not all that much difference: the same is shameful.
what worries me is him. I worry about having a prime minister who lives from the Almighty, that is anything or anyone like her stuff, that does not tolerate any criticism, which divides the country between those with him and those against him (and of course all the problems of 'Italy are caused by those against him, the Communists!).
to me, to be honest, it makes a little 'penalty: 75 years to think that punishment still be a slave to the lowest instincts, still have a lot of insecurity on from having to assert their ego at every opportunity. be there in the evening watching television to become red-faced with anger to any comment, ready to call to scream "I'm right !!!". a life, a potential path, wasted so miserable. have money for the next 30 generations, has created the first Italian political party, is a friend of the church, the mafia and piduisti and still not enough. is continually looking for something more. more and more money, more power, more and more women, more young people!
but he now is. We can be rather different. dream to get to 75 years and not having to feel more the need to prove anything, I hope to look at the ass of a twenty year old with good-natured affection, remembering the good old days of youth, and not with frantic desire to be dirty old man. I hope to become wise and serene. here, I think a little Italy 'and a bit of wisdom' to ... of?? lessness? quietitudine? Oh well, a bit 'of peace would do really well.
also because for many images that come from albania greece egypt Tunisia etc are always more attractive ...
