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Yes, but no one, except Manliuzzo, has mentioned "Fernet 9/11," but I can understand you; it's an uncomfortable investigation, at times disturbing, that undermines the foundations of daily life and the most ingrained habits. It’s only logical that you want to avoid discussing it, as if you’re afraid of the truths revealed within. "Do you believe your stomach is stronger than ironrrrr!?!"

But make these fake ones better, right?

The "Rewind generation" is a gem that alone deserves a 5 in the review. Well done.

@Stoney, the problem isn't even the costs of certain goods that, as Puntinicaz explained, in the end make sense within the dynamics of production and distribution. The issue is how they manage to convince you that certain goods, which are in fact SUPERFLUOUS, are instead ESSENTIAL and indispensable, to the point where you feel compelled to go into debt to have them in your hands. Plasma TVs at 40 inches and 1500 euros: but why? You can see just as well on a decent 25-28' in the good old 4:3 format (let's face it, this much-touted 16:9 sucks, it squashes and distorts images, speeds up horizontal movement... and yet everyone insists on this damn 16:9 because it looks cool)? Cars: as you mentioned, there are now on average two cars per family, which logically should be more than enough, but companies need to sell, so down with advertising, pressure, and public incentives until the family is convinced to change a car that is still perfectly fine and maybe buy their kid a customized Lancia Y, so they stop asking mom for a new car. Not to mention the latest shiny novelty, iPhones, which are useless for 80-90% of those who buy them, and everyone could comfortably stick with their old, perfectly normal cell phone, since not all of us are managers or professionals or aspiring journalists who have an irreplaceable need to be connected everywhere 24/7, unless you're willing to spend 4-500 euros to surf porn sites even in the bathroom or on the tram (and I bet that's what the average global user primarily does with it). It's a system that, as has been said multiple times, is (finally, I say) marking time, because at some point the customer/consumer, no matter how convinced they might be of the absolute necessity of the latest technological gadget (but not only that, even the trendy 600 euro pants look good), can no longer afford it and has to give up and/or become insolvent, leading to the collapse of consumption (and the earlier sales expectations and later profits of companies, and jobs in those companies, etc.) that have been so heavily advertised these past months. But it's a production system that works this way because that's how it has shaped society: having, having, having even if you already have everything you need, exacerbated materialism; in the end, it’s not just an economic problem but also, and above all, a sociological one: we need to reset the mindset of hundreds of millions of people who feel "poor" if they don’t watch the game with the latest generation home theater or if they don’t go on a 3000-euro vacation...

But the true gem of the album remains "Susanna," a fantastic anthem to pedophilia, comfortably ignored by today's adoring public and critics. Then one wonders why there is hope that Vasco and his flock will be wiped out by an asteroid during a concert.

Certo, invia pure il testo e procederò con la traduzione.

A great review of a book I read in English class in my freshman year of high school, which I found, like the rest of the class, quite depressing—indeed oppressive—with its repetitive message of death, pain, tragedy, misfortune, etc., which, in the eyes of a teenager, overshadowed everything else. Perhaps it wasn’t the right book for a bunch of 15-year-olds. Thanks to this review, I’ve promised myself to read it again, especially because Joyce is Joyce.

A few months ago, I saw a promo interview with the actress, the director, and Rossi's son. She could barely articulate a thought in Italian, the 'Blasco's' son muttered fragmented sentences in the best family tradition, and the director, evidently self-satisfied with his enviable filmography (music videos + Jolly Blue), was posturing as if he had directed Trainspotting. However, what worries me the most is the illiterate's son: if they've managed to impose the son of one of the Pooh on us after years of stubborn attempts, just imagine what might happen with this one.