2039 RIP the prince of a gang of poor toxic.
'It is not right', shouted from the rooftops his ex-lady, and what we now consider how the Ex-President-Republic-Of-In-pectore, or EPDRIP, who quickly called only RIP, reacted sprawling. And what was broken in with bad grace quell'ondeggiare that pushed the music stand of George Bush, the one with the inscription 'The President Of United States, causing him to fall from the platform. And the awkwardness of asking advertisers not to sponsor anti-RIP newspapers, the other one to say that the White House hoped for a victory for the political part of RIP. That other kind of Western civilization, that other yet Kapo. Everything now is to take a logical sense. The same comic tics to moisten his fingers in his mouth to move the sheets, as if to experience a strange sensation of pain, loneliness. Paolo Villaggio
had perfectly summed over thirty years ago:
salivation cleared.
Those who make use of certain illegal substances know you well, salivating at zero. It happens when some you stop the police, other judges when they catch them, and many more when their favorite team loses three to zero. A lot when you make the barrels, when they use a lot of cocaine. Those who use cocaine are well aware that the substance makes you talk like crazy, whatever, for hours. You seem to have an infinite memory. You talk all the time, sometimes you feel God then if by chance you think you know military secrets, know the Heads of State and Government over the world, I feel sure I can have it all, every woman, every man, and you easily convince yourself that everybody is having a price.
Too bad, because the rip was really strong. Italians loved him, maybe even love him. In many you ask questions: Is there really a strong power so much to all staged quest'ira of God? With the documentary evidence? Or maybe at some point it is really exaggerated, no longer meet the minimum safety standards, so why is all mine, all mine are? This is pure
Passive Entertainment.
We are witnessing, unarmed. Every time you make a comment, friends, halfway between the grinning and the sad, the joke was fine, gossip about Naomi, was good even divorce urlacchiato the Lady, but now things really get complicated, and they are not not even about politics, or morality, we are talking about good manners, basic principles of classmate that you care about the sandwich and if it makes you react to kick in the face by big brother.
We should have an even bigger brother, to make us feel, to put us sitting on the ground in front of Palazzo Grazioli for ten consecutive days, but today it is hot, no one moves, no one complains, no one speaks. Expect something. We look forward to next episode, as loyal viewers as we are now been trained for over twenty years. The next news items passed with a dropper from a prosecutor, a spokesman, by an agency, a national newspaper, perhaps with the comment of a great name.
But you knew that throwing coca with 500 notes.
We knew that there were those that years ago we called the 'puttanoni regime', you know who or what had set Mattei, Pasolini, Moro, Falcone, who or what set off bombs in banks and under the motorway tunnel, it was known and written of Petroleum and 'Italcementi, the dossier MIFO-Biala, we knew Borghese, De Lorenzo, Hammamet and Income Protection, Lockheed knew, Uno Bianca, we read all of Eugene Cefis and Licio Gelli, we know the plan or plans, operations, the strategy, the active illness, bags, timers, the Chinese, and recently gomorra, the holy crown, cars burned. It was known long before the Genoa 2001 Genoa 2001. He knew every move in advance, and all were reported, one by one, but nothing has changed, because we were, and probably still are, a minority. A small minority
loud and noisy.
now continue watching the film on the RIP.
But the next time you are more careful about what he mutters from the back row.
