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Good job, genoo, but if I had included a very banal, clichéd, and pleonastic "IN MY OPINION," would you still have given me this lovely critique of relativism?

@GENOO dear, because it's like this, WE don’t know a damn thing, you included, especially on these topics. Unfortunately, one of the flaws of many users on this site is to consider themselves absolute bearers of light and truth, dismissing others' opinions in a bad way. The funny thing is that those very bearers are often so proud champions of pluralism, democracy, justice, and many other nice things, according to what they say. A bit contradictory, isn’t it? @ISIDE, ArnoldLayne, Alessioiride, I always get confused.

Ah, to avoid further misunderstandings, the review is pretty terrible.

I quote comment 84 by ArnoldLayne, by far the most intelligent of the bunch. Most of us (if not all) in here don’t know a damn thing about what we’re saying, yet I read so much, so much, too much desire for dialectical superiority: I don’t know shit about geopolitics, economics, alliances, interests; I can only raise doubts at most. Sure, some doubts are more annoying than others (the airplane-not airplane at the Pentagon, just to make an example), but that doesn’t mean I could throw insults around like they were water balloons from the top of a pedestal of non-knowledge. We don’t know shit; we don’t even know if attacking Iraq was indeed a mistake, since, to stick to the only conversation that matters—the one about human lives—perhaps the 650,000 deaths would have been easily surpassed by the regime had Saddam and his sons remained in power; we don’t know, and we can never know. With this, I don't mean to defend Katarsis; let it be clear, as he’s clearly driven by a too fundamentalist and simplistic view of things, he might still be too young to understand that the world is not just black and white but there are a sea of shades of gray. I just wanted to reaffirm Arnold's point: let’s talk about things we know, football, pussy, and hard-earned degrees, and let’s insult each other about those.

But if you stare intensely at the cover, do you become possessed? By the devil, I mean?

The despised Italian habit of completely changing movie titles, oh my god, it makes me so angry. Especially for those aimed at prime time, trying to appeal to happy families, they are titled or subtitled with silly mushy phrases that completely distort the essence of the film itself.

How can a music video be "fair"?

But enough already, for Christ's sake, if maybe, and I say maybe, a review of Bollicine could have made some sense, the umpteenth review of this abominable crap absolutely does not, not at all. I too am starting to lean towards the thesis of masochism, and I share the bewilderment of the Venusian when he asks in horror whether the reviewer is really 30 years old. Everything about this album is terrible, from the tracklist (te-me-te-me) to the lyrics (even for you - why don’t you drink a whisky now/why not) to the music. And come on, "Vieni qui" is supposed to be a historic piece, really? Do you realize that he had to repeat 8-EIGHT times in the chorus 'Vieni quiiiiii,' making it clear that he didn’t know how to fill it? Let’s cut the crap, this album has managed the incredible feat of being worse than Buoni o Cattivi. Yet, for some reason, the herd of sheep like CLAKO was satisfied with the whining of "Il Mondo che vorrei" or Slash's solo to have a bit of smoke blown in their eyes, believing that "Blasco," i.e. he is too much of an intimate artist and his musicians are too much the bestest, what the hell album, I mean, guys. You are right, dear reviewer, when you say that this drunkard maniac could publish the alphabet and still sell it, only if you had even a little, I mean a little common sense, you might be asking yourself why, instead of rating this junk a three.

But why do you let Inter fans in here too? Where is this site going to end up...

Come on, don’t be too cruel to these kids; they’re already on the straight road to ruin: how else can you explain that little twink who, after just two gigs, had to have surgery on his nodules (it happens when you try to scream for hours even if you really can’t, they say). It won’t be long before he chokes on a high note (?) live on stage and collapses lifeless...