Di recente, un candidato alle prossime elezioni comunali del mio paese, si è rivolto al nostro giornale perché lo difendessimo dall’accusa mossagli da alcuni d’essere un “ex-comunista”. Lui sosteneva non solo di non essere mai stato comunista, né iscritto ad alcun partito da anni, ma che se dovevamo cercare il pelo nell’uovo non ce n’era uno solo degli altri candidati a non essere stato un ex-qualcosa. Il fatto che il politico in questione abbia indubbiamente ragione non fa che rattristarmi. Perché lui parlava del paesino ma quella pronunciata è una verità universale.
Ci ritroviamo una marea di ex-qualcosa che sottostanno a una marea di ex-partiti, e prendono orders from former advisors to the corruption of health, or ex-suspects awaiting trial or for revocation of the terms of investigation, by former poets, in the sense that if you can not make their poetry is real or fake, ex- socialists who write bad poetry on the ruins of the world, burning ex-Fascists in Garibaldi Square and ex-youth "flabby ass" that you just never give up.
Here, in this bleak landscape of ex-whores who reject the recent past and young people living in retirement age (but young at heart, says Flack), I realize that youth does not count, not a guarantee of purity, said today that "virginity" is nothing if not regret something ephemeral and soon lost. What we need is consistency, and I wonder who he has never so much to say, young or not it is, "now we do some 'cleaning, now we do a little' light for all" but failing to stand back and renege on that promise.
A time for adulterers, those who betrayed the sacred bond of marriage (we remember: he had a public value), if discovered were imposed corporal punishment. Adulterers were exposed in the pillory in the square. So, if you could put on the plate and do all the promises, like Berlusconi, a new covenant with the voters, I ask you this: that if you find that are not consistent with what they say, are willing to get into it and carry around, to make spitting and swearing at him, wearing a sign that says they "are a thief and a liar."
Here, must be a fantasy but I would like macabre: the blood of someone who, almost like a mystical tale, wash and purify all the politics.
A time for adulterers, those who betrayed the sacred bond of marriage (we remember: he had a public value), if discovered were imposed corporal punishment. Adulterers were exposed in the pillory in the square. So, if you could put on the plate and do all the promises, like Berlusconi, a new covenant with the voters, I ask you this: that if you find that are not consistent with what they say, are willing to get into it and carry around, to make spitting and swearing at him, wearing a sign that says they "are a thief and a liar."
Here, must be a fantasy but I would like macabre: the blood of someone who, almost like a mystical tale, wash and purify all the politics.
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