Words, words, words ... It's not the famous song by Mina, but the remainder of the depressing spectacle that Italy has had to watch yesterday. Botte political, parliamentary skirmishes, urban warfare and even streams of words. more Drop, drop less, our considerations will also add minutes to the river in flood.
First urge admit that I was wrong. I thought the uproar in the House would be resolved with the resignation tactics after the first vote in the Senate, rather that early elections. None of that. E 'enough to appeal to the bottom of the barrel, the rot of our intellectual elite: acupuncturists, Cepu and "cchiù pilu pe everyone." Rate of exchange? Probably, but now it is urgent to look into my eyes and have the humility to admit that it is regrettable who pays, who does so is pay. A concept that seems to be unclear. In Italy they suck the chief priests, but save Judah.
second point. One thing I spot on. Fini is a goner. I always thought that the President of the Chamber had started a process of political euthanasia. Well, yesterday Berlusconi pulled the plug on his respirator. Gianfranco Fini was scrubbed by the same Chinese boxes with which he wanted to make shoes for the premier. How has decided to split from the party with his Praetorian Guard, in turn dolphin Almirante (incredibile. ..) was made out of a can of traitors who were in Mirabello in the front row clapping. In other words: do unto others as you would not want done to yourself.
Last but not least, what will happen now? And what do I know. Napolitano said it would take a crystal ball. Maybe there was a ball! The only ball I see the body roll is the cunning chameleon-like Casini. Click to see who will end up with a wine and tarallucci Bossi and Berlusconi. Once again, everything changes, so that nothing can change. And if you go to vote in the spring? If Napolitano does not have the ball, we hope to be able to read the cards.
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