Italian

How can one love this piece of land where one was born by chance, knowing it is full of brainless idiots, crooks, extremely stupid pieces of shit, slimy assholes, jerks, layabouts, little writers elevated to excellent examples of the art of scribbling bullshit on paper, knaves turned navigators, little priests made saints, cornetto and cappuccino for breakfast, ridiculous little coffee cups, a Constitution made of toilet paper. LAND OF MAFIA. And everyone thinks they are something special like never before. A never-ending vomit.