:: Sunday, 13 April 2008 ::
Well, not, actually. Berlusconi getting back in the game is not so incredible. Seriously, if he was not there it just would not feel ... how you say...normal.
Rob at the Wind Rose Hotel has nailed the weirdness.
Me? I got a call in to cousin Fausto. He'll tell me the score. And cousin Renato too. He of the huge Alfa Romeo saloons. No point calling cousin Rita, she and her husband are soooo voting red it does not matter. Once, just to spice things up, she invited her pal Vincenzo over to dinner, while I was staying with her. Vincenzo was a full on commie. Incredible. They had a bottle of coca-cola on the table - I don't drink it when I am in Italy - there's wine to be imbibed, dammit. And coffee.
So, why was the coco-cola there?
It was there specifically so that Vincenzo the commie and his wife who refuses to wear makeup (presumably because it is for the borghesi bourgoisie) could both declare adamantly that they would never ever dream of drinking the stuff cos it is imperialist Yankee slime, or some such.
Hilarious fellow. Insisted that we not discuss the appalling legacy of actual communism - the political philosphy he chose to follow - and focus instead of wanky Florentine-Bolognese Euro-communism. Which has never killed anyone, of course. Except maybe by boring them to death with tales of how they are friggin' descended from the Medici.
Anyhoo, truth is, the lefties are never happier than under Berlusconi. Gives them all a chance to despair about the future. And really, that is what lefties do, yeah? They think everyone of us is in need of their aiuto (that is help, for you non-Italian readers) but since they are not much chop at delivering, they prefer the whining.
I do wonder if the Tuscan's voting...
For the Italian readers, here is reasons to vote for Veltroni in Italy and reasons to vote for Berlusconi.
Quality analysis - Berlusconi = Yogi, Veltroni = Bubu ( as the Italians spell it).
It eats lasagne. And why wouldn't it.
:: WB 7:35 am [link+] ::