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Italian. Elections. 2008.

It’s not that I don’t want Mister B. to run lead Italy for the next five years. It’s just that I wanna see him shot dead. Not by me, of course. I’m a lawyer. Can’t shoot a man. At least not for taking over my country with the complicity of some 25 million people.

But if somebody shoots him, or one of his pals. I’ll love him/her/it.

Mister B. would possibly become a martyr. Not a problem. Better to have him as a name for a street than to have him for 5 years more at the government. Which by the way means that I’LL BE ABROAD FOR FIVE MORE YEARS. THAT’S WHY I’M PISSED OFF.

Because of this, and of my chinese neighbours partying at 3 am.

Somebody would say it's a good sign.

Any time there is an importan football event, I’m abroad.

The web

is always funny until someone gets hurt.

(Yes, «and then it’s just hilarious»).