I do not like make the record.
I never liked it.
This is not only objectively and not because it is boring.
mean, for heaven's sake, even if the record you can do funny things happen, like the time in which to Caritas Poggioreale un'assessora provincial evident in overweight said that his work was good not because they earned a lot of money without making a fuck but because you never know what can happen and two minutes after the break-chair where she sat arousing the laughter of the thousands of homeless people there. I, however, which showed a certain elegance to punish him without the link, while evident, including the extent of the Councillor ass and reduced circumference of the plastic seat. Or that other time when public debate on disability issues, disabled people are caught to blows with each other to determine who was more disabled.
"And you so 'nu disabled? You miss nun tien' na hip" and so this step.
Nevertheless, I still prefer the policy.
First, because here there are things much more fun.
you can happen, for one thing, to stay for five long minutes in a revolving door of a luxury hotel with Antonio Di Pietro, who tries to escape to in the windows not so much because they do not want to comment on the latest statement of De Magistris As it takes a bad constipation and abdominal, you know, if the heart can not control much less in the ass.
Or you may happen to be female, the females enter the bathroom and see Massimo D'Alema, who washes his hands.
That is, while not himself a female.
Or at least, not in appearance.
The real reason for which I prefer, however, the policy is that there are funerals.
That is, the political atmosphere more funeral you may want to address is the electoral defeat, but in this case, since in most cases the center-left Democratic Party or otherwise, is not embarrassing for a reporter to ask questions , both those we are accustomed to for decades now, and then there is not much difference with the usual tone, just adjust a little to the statements of politicians replacing the word "Winning" with "We could have won."
And then there's people crying.
mean, yes, but they are just voters.
That is, we are, because I always go to vote as a supporter of the theory under which the exercise of the right to vote is necessary et instrumental exercise of the right to complain iastemmando mothers and fathers who won the elections for the umpteenth time.
the news instead we are the funerals true.
Those with one or more truly dead.
And real tears.
And there is not enough time to change the verbs to put together a decent piece.
No! Here you go and ask one by one if you are really suffering or if it's fake, if he is right that the dead man is dead and, above all, if you remember any anecdotes that tasty reporter can isolate and put in a nice boxino except that the very people we like to know whether the dead man, but when he was alive, we liked more, as I know, pizza and cheese fries or cigoli taralli 'nzogna and pepper.
But the worst thing the funeral but this is not so much.
The worst thing is that while you feel a jackal because you have to go to bother friends and relatives of the dead discovered that rather than look forward.
fact, beginning to make sustained and inveigh against nosy reporters.
Then they cry because they are overwhelmed pain.
Then, still sobbing, to tell you when they were dead with the asylum and were sharing the kinder egg.
Finally, while drying their tears and good for you mark your name and blood type are you the same question, "But that paper comes up tomorrow?"
Eh, the one where I write about, but of politics, however.
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