Mail Poacher
I'm not a Berlusconi. Nor did I feel much sympathy for him. Epper the moment I do not see any serious alternative, unfortunately. Fini is certainly not an alternative. So for the time being I am disgusted with this theater, I will tell you, quite obvious, since in some way, even if this My observatory poacher, arranged as best frai branches, I had long been expected, as you know how I honored their attention.
Mr. F. would certainly have blathered and slammed the door if nothing nothing Cav. Buscate he had in the last election. But it did not happen. So the two: either to bow our heads before the monarch asking for mercy or very Democrat, take a lane median rest in and I keep breaking my balls. To make the critical conscience! Ah, what a beautiful and holy, most holy thing in the critical consciousness, the stimulus, the stimulus and measuring the reflection of the pressure. Yes, I'm here as at Lourdes to rely on the internal democracy ...
Here! It takes just a face like my ass. But what kind of democracy! The figure has dismissed a party congress with a farcical, laughable, and a Congress that has been consumed as a mere formality in twenty minutes. Democrat!
Yeah, I'm deviating from the speech, but it's just that I do not know what burns did you do with all the chairs and tables, cabinets, books and stoves so that good people like my old people had donated to furnish the best the dreary halls of the party! Go ahead.
Cosine, there grumbling because they do not want the overwhelming power of the League, which will decide all angry because Berlusca coll'Umberto Bertoldino and the latter at that dinner in Arcore. It pissed (Perhaps as suggested by Ferrara, or some other mutant) because he did not invite him. But I say, how do they expect a Boeotian like that, to what end. If anything, giggle! But he just gave them to him no more than half of those votes to the league? Has not sold anything for a plate of lentils, and now? What has to complain! Not if he has alienated his electorate?
I seem to read the Adventures of Pinocchio, except that here the protagonist is very annoying: pedantic rather than naive. - Come get ... Over here! It is the puppet theater! - Do not tell roughly as Carlo Collodi?
So now, if he can escape, not only have to lick dita, dato un partito politico suo non ce l’ha più. Ma non gli basta, non contento delle cretinerie inventate finora continua con pertinacia a far danni.
Sta di fatto che facendo la propria conta ha fatto anche quella del cavaliere che acquisendo al proprio asse un gran numero di ex A.N. esce personalmente rafforzato (con questo non intendo dire che ne uscirà rafforzato anche il governo). Tanto rafforzato che sarà probabilmente indotto ad incrudire le proprie posizioni, riducendo ulteriormente quegli spazi di democrazia interna, sostanzialmente risibili, ma oggi solo strumentalmente denunciati come tali da F.
Quale sarà la conseguenza di ciò alla lunga? Il signor F. potrebbe trovare appoggio fra le comparse che stanno in fondo the trunk of the Puppet Theatre, a band of idlers, of poor people in search of an author, almost always applicants who have not yet found an answer to their demands and grievances hatch deaf, bruising, visceral, often because they have seen a preference for the electoral roll or appointments in the bodies of their poor people much more (long story, CODEST, to be included separately). MISUSE so diverse brigade of ambiguous lazy, spiteful scatarranti disappointed and frustrated, unable to decide between masturbation or a leap nell'Udc, or between the applause and Santoro join the League, may perhaps be under the command of F. their mission. So dwarfs and dancing girls on one side, armed in Brancaleone half, and the rest of the brothel to party there, you know what a pleasure! All we need is instead of Godot back - as it seems-Marrazzo! Now
Cav. In my view, should resolve the matter to the dives, since it can not afford not to point out those reforms (beginning with tax) that the Italians ahead. Just put it in a position to leave, obviously giving it, in so doing, the responsibility for the eventual fall of the government and early elections as possible. This is the game you should play the Cav (including gambling), it takes a long unbearable exhausting attrition.
Why, my dear friends, who died Tatarella F. was the mind, this has played all matches at random, pretending to do the statesman, the word referred not even know the meaning, unless it is referring to those boots that I left there, under the tree.
Stepic
Bruno San Martino, April 21, 2010 (St. Anselm, San Silvio)
but Christmas in Rome
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