Statesman bunga bunga
published by INFORM Counter Intelligence the day Friday, October 29, 2010 at 2:08
of Conca de GREGORIO-
we can afford? Let us ask ourselves this. Italy, We Italians live in a country so prosperous, so egalitarian, so just, so healthy and so efficient, in a country so rich in all the riches that make decent people's lives that we can afford - in this democracy, advanced and mature, robust and cohesive - the oddity of having a head of government an old man haunted by his own old age, poisoned by drugs that provide the force and devastated by the apparent plastic pretend that the eternal youth, a former chansonnier piduista of twisting fortunes and questionable friendships today working full-time to ensure the impunity of many processes and buying alliances that result in the Quirinal Palace as well as, from a certain time of day on, arrange travel and nights in a villa in dacha so he can receive visitors seek out the white robe in clouds made by his servants while entrepreneurs with parliamentary committees and ministries television network, receive them with the cup in his hand, and then six in the morning telling jokes of African flavor of the times of Macarius, and all down to laugh before entering the pool or in bed? No, because I think, basically, that if Italy was a country so advanced sound production and self-sufficient could even withstand the temporary power vacuum democratic (which is only the absolute will of a synonym) determined by the temporary stay the government of Silvio B. At the end of ten years or even twenty face eternity is a moment. The Rome of Augustus, Italy Einaudi could easily survive in this caricature of the emperor who has fallen to fate that has been chosen for reasons that only historians will clarify with wisdom, it is obvious that the responsibilities are equally distributed among all. Among those who chose him and who did not know or could not offer an alternative or remedy. The real problem, I fear, is that we are not in these conditions. We need a government, in reality we can not afford to replace it with a committee of business in his spare time devoted to particular developments erotic. We need, and also in a hurry, someone to look - preferably a full-time - work that is not there how many hours of layoffs will be provided next year, a tax reform that does not always call the same pay, the Camorra, which manages and maneuver for the purpose of his own self-interest disaster waste, research and knowledge cleared and ridiculed, to provide housing and jobs to those who have less than thirty years for it to become an adult and take responsibility for their own responsibilities incumbent on it to give assistance to hospitals for the sick old kindergarten children, incentive to firms, confidence to people. On the contrary, you see, all this does not speak nor I fear will be discussed for several weeks, perhaps months. The country is hostage to the ghosts that disturb the sleepless nights of prime minister: his parliamentary / lawyers divide between the public attention to its problems - in parliament to investigate the shield that saved him from the process - and private ones, all summoned to Arcore to study the defensive line by yet another of a sexual nature. This time a bit 'worse than usual since the story of the day is served by more than one item from the criminal code, we are in the ground for theft, prostitution, corruption of minors. Ghedini and others, the government itself, they are all working on these two fronts. The public and private processes, laws and defensive lines. Someone takes care of diverting 300 000 announcing cuts in public administration. Someone else is anxious to explain why Mr. B. has 160 million of debt forgiven the tax haven of Antigua just as with the politicians of that island huddled with premier personal real estate business. And then the battle over information, of course, because the only thing that matters is that all this nothing is said. In fact, you'll see. Newspapers and TV newscasts do not deal with the family to investigate the bunga bunga but screaming to the trap, the plot. Olorogeria to talk about investigations. They will say of a poor man persecuted because of his acts of charity. "I am a person of the heart, help those in need," he said yesterday, Mr. B. to explain why the Presidency of the Council of Ministers has taken place at a police station to prevent the identification of a minor involved in a theft. It would if Ruby had called Mohammed? Just imagine, certainly yes. Will in this case a dedicated ECU, because there are thousands of foreigners unidentified police station in Italy right now. If Prime Minister's office wants to deal with has the opportunity and the right to do so, possibly within the law: they will serve at least thirty people on the phone, it's a good thing. Thirty places lavoro.C 'is a second aspect in this delicate and terrifying story of lelemora emiliofede of girls recruited in nightclubs and private room in Milan that both likes and Daniela Santanche Ignazio La Russa in the past already members of the Billionaire Briatore, another sample of life service for Emerald example of style from the family magazines, newspapers, alternating photos (stolen?) of the eldest daughter Marina to those of naked tattooed Corona and data management to alfonsosignorini, neomaestri of modern elegance. In addition to the paralysis of the government and Parliament, the absolute disregard for the life of the country and the daily trials of the Italian is the theme of vulnerability and safety of places of government and of the actors who inhabit them. A topic that has already put in the days when Patrick D'Addario and her colleagues entered and exited from Puglia Palazzo Grazioli without controls and without filters in blue cars, mobile phones equipped with recorders for the shooting and who knows what else. Gianni Letta worked on it, then. Let's pretend to be a normal country. Let's pretend that in the rooms, including private funding, a president of the Council there are - as we are - cards and documents, codes and secrets in every country in the world are almost exclusively in the availability of the head of government. They can, from the rooms, go in and out without control adult or minor unidentified, possibly affected, escaped the checks and executed by the centers for protection, accused of stealing? What is the risk, apart from the obvious blackmail the landlord, which in fact is regularly extorted money (in this case, paradoxically, the injured party)? What are the risks to the credibility of the country abroad, for its international credibility, the weight which can have in decisions that affect everyone's life? Apart from Putin and Gaddafi, who apparently share with the premier gift and harem beds in addition to the repertoire of personal jokes and supplies of oil and gas: the other leaders of the world, they say? What to write the Egyptian Ambassador to his government: Silvio B. he was issued with a girl named Ruby, and daughter of an itinerant Messina won a local beauty contest, which is still under the protection of the mayor of Letojanni (until November 2, when the young will turn 18 years) saying, quote, "is the Mubarack nephew? ". Mubarack What do you think? Can we afford it? Personally, for what is Silvio B. in his mansions, which position you prefer, than his bedroom is crowded and in detail by those who do not interest me at all. I also believe that there is a quota of Italians exhausted from all this that has absolutely no desire to slip into the tunnel of a new case or Noemi D'Addario. But I think also that these Italians, I among them, being a minority. The truth is that unfortunately the media voyeurism the new Middle Ages is the spirit of the time. In television, in newspapers, websites and its what happened in the garage of Sarah Scazzi raises a vastly higher interest of the vicissitudes of a precarious school craftsman of a grappling with the tax authorities, a graduate who is unemployed or a worker's diary Pomigliano. Imagine the new erotic festival called Palazzo Chigi bunga bunga. A big wheel. A boom in access to sites. We are not talking about anything else. On the same newspaper: while (a few) letters and emails asking us to ignore these miseries and continues to occupy the country, thousands of readers and Web users are looking for pictures of Ruby. And 'This is the outcome of the twenty years we've been through: trash television, economic impoverishment, no real alternative to the reality show. Back at home in a hurry, there is the Alfa waiting for you. Miseria.Due parables and words, to conclude the substance of the story. The lessons of the day, for collective use, are that: if steal is the granddaughter of Mubarack be released immediately, unless it is nephew no one stays where it is. If it is the Prime Minister to attend a minor is a man not a saint, do good to those in need: If you are going to jail. If he is a director of Tg to provide the girls are doing a favor for a friend, what does prostitution. Are you in the halls of premier bunga bunga - collective tribal ritual of anal sex, I say to those three or four that have not learned yesterday - no notes that Italy has to be brought to its knees, she did collectively, two little words are a fun catchphrase on the web, radio jokes, allusions and laughter. The story of Ruby is that of a young deviant, maladjusted girl: escapes, admissions to homes family, complaints of theft. Truly a girl who would need help. But not the kind that yesterday the Prime Minister has confirmed that provided it. The way to help a teenager who steals not get it out the front door of a police station accompanied by emergency dental hygienist to elect Councillor made in Lombardy. E 'direct it to where it may, while under time, find a way. Thousands of young people not only Moroccans, who need it right now. We want a government that deals with immigration and petty thieves even if they do not bear the back bra. That would ensure integration for those who deserve it and penalties for those who do not. Safety and cohesion together. Opportunities to the merits, punishment for misdeeds. But as you can see this is not the language of the nights of Arcore, nor of his days. Do not laugh: there are black members with giant sodomized anyone, in this proposal. So close too the rooms, all except the bedroom. His, of course: waiting for the next joke about blacks and Jews, and bongo bongo bunga bunga. Let's see where it leads. Maybe at the Quirinale, Ruby and other cuirassiers instead of just as I like the Colonel, who knows.
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