Mc Sampyr

And if you are right-wing, it is understandable: not appreciating culture is something typical of ignoramuses like you.
(Ferretti has recently leaned towards very right-wing bigoted ideas. So shut up, ignorants.)

Can I say something, kids? The C.S.I. were not communists.

oh the spoiled children have given their judgment, bored apathetic nihil-qualunq.... woah...

my sweet Puglia, if I tell you that you are a fucking nigger and I take it out on racism, isn't it the same as calling a girl a bitch and expecting machismo to be an excuse? Excuse me, but if the message doesn’t get through, what do you think gets through? Male chauvinism, homophobia, cynicism. Just this, since, as the artist says, the message doesn’t reach.
It’s not by taking it out on white people that I can prove how anti-racist I am. So, fibra cannot excuse itself by saying the message doesn’t get through.
Because this is precisely the problem: the underlying message, that cry of nihilism (which isn't negative) that tears through daily apathy is hidden beneath too much shit. Don't forget that the masses, instead of seeking in the shit, dance in it, get dirty with it, and fail to find the message that is concealed beneath.

You, Accountant, must be the first among us all. To recognize human cases and even count them, wasting time ranking them... one must be the greatest human case of all. ;)

the feminist, the vain-glorious, the bukowskian, the animal rights advocate and the romantic. And the worst part is that I'm even proud of it. One of the worst.

AIC, Giuliani fought, whether right or wrong, can be condemned or praised. But he didn't just sit on a chair getting fat and writing nonsense like us.
I look at the facts. And the fact is that injustices are often too easily invoked. Carlo fought against them (committing others, unfortunately) and became a victim. Period.

There's a line by Ferretti that says "looking like others won't save her," speaking of the soul. It's true. Belonging crushes, flattens, depersonalizes. OUT! OUT! OUT!

Then if today I listened to Mr. Sympathy I wouldn't like it as much as before. What can you do, I'm a proud traitor of style and the traitor. True, I too have strayed from this genre since that day, every now and then I lend an ear but it gives me a headache. Consistency, loyalty to genres, classifications, group captivity, and immutability are bullshit. One must escape it and take refuge within oneself. By now I'm dedicating myself to the career of Ferretti, to Nirvana and Grunge down there, and to punk from all over the world. Amen.

My moralism is more than justified cool. Moralism is often a rightful observer; in Mr. Sympathy, the machismo was just playful and it was overshadowed by unique narrative and lyrical inventions. Here it becomes pure vulgarity and senseless relentlessness. One thing is wanting to tear apart. But the tear works well once; twice it’s merely a ripped canvas. Do you understand?