I honestly wanted to start this blog discussing other topics. For instance: Spaniards are considering switching to the Western European time-zone because they feel the European +1 hour make them jetlagged all the time. I would suggest reducing the sangria pro capita might work just as well.
Instead, I’m here still dealing with the most popular Italian Prime Minister of all time. You heard it right, Silvio Berlusconi has strike again withdrawing his support from what it seems an already failed grand coalition experiment leaded by PM Enrico Letta.
Despite his criminal conviction for tax fraud (and false testimony, external relationship in mafia association, illegal financing of political parties, bribe, false accounting, embezzlement, corruption and accused of having paid for sex with a teenage prostitute), mister B. has the ability to firmly dictate the Italian political agenda. And today, for his seventy-seventh birthday, he decided to plunge Italy into chaos as a gift to himself.
He’s come to an age when Bunga Bunga parties don’t seem that appealing anymore.
Nevertheless, Berlusconi contributed heavily in feeding Italian journalists for decades with his gaffes, court trials and appeals at the European Court for Human Rights against Italian judges who were trying to bring him to court for child prostitution. Entire journalistic careers were built around his persona and I can tell you I’m one of the beneficiaries of his misconducts although not every Italian is a reporter and many of them, when abroad, prefer to be considered
French Spanish rather than being mocked.
(Giulio Andreotti, seven times Italian prime minister)
This is not exactly true. Instead of repeating obsessively “Please, visit our country” (as Francesco Rutelli, former mayor of Rome, does in this video below) we can ask, with the same desperate tone, to “Please, invade our country”.
We got villages, of course. Countryside, as Rutelli oddly underlines several times. At some point we got the ocean – a nice one. Quite a decent country, I would say. So, why bother with politics? Let’s hold Italian elections in Germany, for instance: they’re pretty precise with numbers and percentages, right? Or Austria. Italians kicked them out of the country in the 19th century but I’m pretty sure they would gladly outsource their politics to them in return of some fine chocolate. Or political stability, which would represent a brand new condiment on the Italian meatloaf.