:: Thursday, 16 January 2003 ::
O Dio. A pain behind my eyes. And Silvio's too, no doubt.
The thing about Italy is, Italian women are beautiful, Italian men are too. And yet...and yet..a bunch of these beauties are commie red-raggers of the very worst kind. The kind that cannot tolerate even the slightest, the merest, non-commie thinking or activity. The mere suggestion that the labour market might be reformed so employers can sack some of those gorgeous but lazy knuckles (and for sure there are plenty of those - ever been into an Italian bank or post office? Think twice, please. Better to remember the country for its stunningly good looking folks, great cars, coffee and general stuff and views and art and architecture and history...everything else but the actual unionised worklforce - by which I mean public sector persons paid to toil but who decline to, right?) causes the commies to get into gear, and not only will they not allow the reform they will go the extra mile to cause such reforms never to be a possibility in future.
I am rambling. Thye make me weep...and ramble.
Must find good things. Must. Lift. Spirit.
:: WB 2:32 am [link+] ::