in questo breve articolo antonio padellaro ci ricorda il rischio che corre l'italiano (specialmente quello medio, ancor di più se in vacanza) quando viene a contatto con le notizie dell'attualità politica...
PAPI CHI?
L'estate divampa, trionfa il grande esodo e di Papi Silvio non si parla già più. Lo scandalo di Puttanopoli che a Parigi avrebbe già liquidato Sarkozy, Brown cleared in London, Madrid, Zapatero annihilated over here does not leave visible consequences. The sultan of Villa Certosa shaking hands and signing autographs as a premier authoritative and attentive to the problems of the country, backed by the so-called mainstream press. Archived
the matter of the call girls hired a thousand euro a pop with the famous title. "Berlusconi: I'm not a saint," Corriere della Sera and Printing there describe a premier, new Giustino Fortunato, determined to deal with an "innovative plan" the vexed issue of the South. Only Republic insists, commendably, with its ten questions, now confined to a corner. As the sense of shame that now, here we no longer have citizenship. Indeed, what is it?
Ugh with 'ste whores
Moreover, if Silvio still managed to get away with it although it is still immersed in the scandal and ridicule the most foul-smelling country's history, with those who want to take? With its parliamentary majority of all the miracles that have and will never dare to criticize the source of their fortune? With the opposition wavering and chirping that fear and guilty conscience has failed to mobilize the country a shred of reaction? O with Italy and the ice skate that already looks bored (if not admired) firms and the prime minister said uffa pimp and turn the page?
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