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Dear Friend Cimmino... it’s not so much that this morning Gennaro D'Auria put the Isidiano Fausto Rossi on air, rather it’s significant that you were watching him! Did you also call live for a prediction? :-)

It seems to me that you will be my opponent in the upcoming primaries, Speaklow... those remnants of the old party apparatus... :-)

Speaklow another old Tyrannosaurus leftover from the '80s! Long live Metal! Well, I'm truly willing to accept this challenging task... I will guide you! Follow me!

Yes Bartle, we’re in the mood for jokes, so listen to this: in everyday life, I’m called Pier Carlo Ilari... do you know how I sign my name?

Bartle, I read the personal profile of the reviewer De Lorenzo and... I still really don’t "get" this sense of irony. If he’s joking, he’s doing it really well!

Bartle, pay attention. I completely disagree with you. Allow me. Everyone expresses their opinion. Everyone interprets it as they see fit. And everyone gives it the value they think it deserves. I believe I should take this review seriously. Shouldn’t I? Because I really can’t see the irony and lightness. It could be, and maybe is, a provocation. Well, I’ve grasped it. I’m genuinely interested in whether the review is serious or not. Who is behind the nickname and what they think. I’m interested in clearly expressing my opinion on a matter of enormous importance. Should we always joke? Laugh? Smile at everything and about everything?

Sorry, but I have to get in the game! The answer to your post is simple! You’ve gotten older!!!!!! :-) Us youngsters derive a lot of enjoyment from these death metal rides!

Starting from the fresh comments of the Europarliament member and former MP Salvini and going back to the secessionist attack in Venice (the one done with the cardboard tank, to be clear), and recalling in broad strokes "we will pull out the rifles," "I've got a hard one," the flasks of river water, "let's sink them in the sea before they arrive here," the reserved seats for the Milanese, the "bullets ready for someone," the "I've got a hard one" part two, "Romanians are specialists in rape," "Noemi is also... Neapolitan," the absurd nonsense from Calderoli (e.g.: ...and we want to let decide the future of us and our children to those who were in the jungle five years ago talking to Tarzan and Cita?) and Borghezio (e.g.:...To train hunters we could dress immigrants as little rabbits…Pam, pam, pam!). I stop and breathe, in silence. Then I think, with a pang: are they worthy of the noun "man"? Are they "men"? Do they have human sense? Would they like to confine themselves in their little enclosure, squabbling among themselves, raising the walls ever higher against others? Against those ugly, nasty, and uncivilized ones coming from... all over the world. But especially the Africans from the savanna, the Romanians, and the Neapolitans. They are narrow-minded, ignorant, and incapable of seeing beyond their own filth and fat finger. They have lost, and perhaps never had, the sense of belonging to the human species. That sense of belonging that brings you to feel pain at seeing a woman dying alone in the despair of a boat. Politicians, with the added burden of exploiting the sheep-like selfishness of ordinary citizens to increase the size of their bellies and pockets. Shame. It hurts me, dear debaserian friend, to see that there are those like you, despite being well-educated, who can give credence and space to such filth.

The most beautiful album by Sting.

I didn't understand the last sentence. The record is not that great.