site facebook diego cugia - jack crowd 09/02/2011 Every time I look at the Labour Minister Sacconi, or that of justice Alfano blather on the bandwagon , a sword to defend the indefensible, I am overwhelmed by a terrible fascination. Over the wagon creaks, the more these incense, are pleased to still be "majority", and in any be pleased with their smile, despite everything, the winning side, recognize two mediocre perfect. Owe him everything. As the Santanché, Carfagna, the Gelmini. As the unheard Frattini eyebrows thicker brow. Or that mask from Viareggio to cart Calderoli. Without him I am nothing. It lies in imitating him, but he believes it, not them: it is more serious. What causes me a terrible commotion is when Berlusconi will fall. You'll see them rushing to take the equally disgusting distances with smiles: "We did not know ... We were in the dark ... We could not suppose ... It was a violent, a pig, a squad." I say to each. I devoured alive like all Italians who voted and they are doing around all'Impresentabile square. For lightness, unconsciousness, for cultural debasement. We recall that the fascists wore the red shirt on the day of liberation. Tries to recycle in every way (and this is terrible that moves me) will succeed this time as well. The Chapter will pay for everything and anything to them. The day that Berlusconi will fall, or disappear from the dregs of this country, or we'll defend it from its well. Balls that are democratic, though.
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