It 's true that I deny ever: give titles to fuck has always been one of my main passions.
Think dear friends, loved ones and Maria de Filippi, dear dear Galli and lodges, some say that I lose time writing on this blog. Some people, in complete bad faith, full of prejudice and without knowing the contents of mine, actually very little sacred scriptures, argues that this, to write to the Latvian Putin, is a hobby, a diversion. Never was there more sad statement and far from reality. Never was there biggest crap. Ever, after the famous lie to the father of Brutus Caesar: I go out to buy cigarettes, but when it came out to conspire pederast with his friend Cassio. I mean with a name like that you certainly do not expect, say, an experienced shaman, a fiery leader, a pirate PopPop!
I digress, and often Preclaro is my intention. I will give one last witty joke, which consists in remembering that, alongside the aforementioned POP-POP, the legendary Gino Pilotino.
Well, back to us and talk to our dark and gloomy. Does it seem possible that this is a hobby or, at most, a Hobbit? Sure, you may feel some perverse pleasure in reminding myself and the plethora of self-injurious unlucky players that I find myself, as I suck our beautiful country, and I say this not in polemics, I say no matter what. Let me explain: despite the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the Cross there are still people like Barabbas who goes around on the loose. The Italian people are very reminiscent of the Jews in 2000 BC. Same practice in dealing with the poor, the children of carpenters and some hippies: first let them in their underwear and then put them on the cross for every little tight. The Pharisees are like today's cardinals, who always give a shot at the rim and an altar boy (yes, no longer so funny huh!) Politicians do not understand a shit, and at least then if they have washed their hands, but now this gesture has cost us much more: PP Barabbas after he's washed his hands made his fortune with his television and its newspapers and leaning on one side diverted the legions, has escaped debtors' prison and has set up the bench of the highest power in that unfortunate land.
However, I feel the need to write, to communicate to the world my madness that is progressing and to realize if it's just me or is mad at the world around me. Minzolini dream every night that makes me an editorial and I stand there with your eyes held open by clamps and electrodes in the brain. Dream moderates apertelevirgolette OF MY BALLS chiuselevirgolette that make publishing on the thickness of four layers on the main newspapers in the nation. Dream politicians are always ready to bark but not bite them because the leash is never balance in the hand of the master. I dream of a revolution of civil society that is struggling to take off, people who know that this country is the fruit and instead of dealing with first person, ends in his backyard, try to declare it a sovereign state if we had a bit of oil in! I dream all this and I wonder what the fuck I did last night!?
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