the average Italian usually with family and children, goes to church every Sunday. After the Holy Mass is the game of football. In the evening a nice plate of spaghetti or pizza while watching the football match is postponed and, late at night, you can taste the special on the championship balloon.
During the week however you look at door-to-matrix, and Ballarò Annozero. We quarrel about this or that government depending on the football team that you belong to pardon ... depending on the political party to which they belong in (because if you still do not understand we belong to him), it comes to plastic and plastic faces and they all seem to be concerned and outraged, but nothing changes. We float in our stupidity and ignorance, believing that this or that delegate to the party sooner or later things will change. We rely on others to save ourselves. He is trying to help even the foreign press but it seems that they too have been corrupted by someone to speak ill of our government ...
If you hear any talk about an Italian in a bar at any time the blame for all this time to float is the communists and fascists at other times is Niribu. Never once is the fault of the Italians that these people continue to vote. It is never the fault of those who do or do not speak without thinking. We are like hamsters running in their tipper. We complain when we are at the limit. If no water or food. We propose revolutions, but then instead of them out of the cage and we do a little bribe for new water (from tap rusty) and a few rotten piece of lettuce ... and then off to run on the wheel ... there is always the game of football ...
Being Italian is nice because it means never having faults. The fault is always of others.
Think how lucky we have ... for example, were to be Iranian today with a dictator, the government would have to take to the streets to hear the voice of the people, but you know what a drag! We can not miss the Confederations Cup ... eccheccazzo!
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