:: Tuesday, 28 October 2003 ::
Words Fail Me.
The Pope is on the teevee every Sunday.
It is Italy.
We got a pub on every corner, they got a church! Jeebus, why have you forsaken reason in L'Aquila?
Gino would have something to say about all this, though. Something learned and objectively true, like:
"Look. You have to understand. This man is Scottish. And the Scots were the only people the Romans ever came across who they could not be bothered to conquer. They were not worth the effort. Poverino, he hates himself. And why shouldn't he? He's a Scotsman who could lose a few pounds, who converted to Islam. Poverone."
Like I said. Learned. And objectively true.
:: WB 3:13 am [link+] ::