:: Monday, 25 October 2004 ::
Not Happy, John.
You officious turd.
I am familiar with all the jokes. How many gears does an Italian tank have? One to go forward and five to go back. Yuk yuk yuk.
My Pa used to tell an hilarious story of the war when the Germans had rolled through his village (as it was then) and then a bunch of hours after the Germans had left, the Partisans would come out of the mountains, brandishing their guns and say 'Where are the German dogs? I'll kill them with my bare hands" while the women either just looked at them shaking their heads, pursing their lips and muttering, 'My hero' or they went ballistic with anger screaming 'They were here hours ago, you imbeciles' or something like that.
His older brother Maria was apparently a full-on partisan. And his Pa was a fully-fledged fascist.
Anyhoo, the point is that Italy fought on both sides of WWII, which is a unique position as far as I understand it.
And a further anyhoo, the Roman were building aqueducts while the Brits were still painting themselves blue.
Not that that settles the argument nor would it sway John Kerry into being even remotely respectful to a modern Italian army which has been deployed in part to Iraq.
But it is a point I am inordinately fond of making.
:: WB 4:46 am [link+] ::