Now, imagine if, during an official meeting with other political leaders, rather than listening to what is being said, the Prime Minister of your home country would start sketching pictures of women’s underwear through different ages and then pass them around the table to show them to other people.
You think that couldn’t happen as that’s the sort of thing silly teenage boys do to annoy their female school friends? Well, according to the Mail on Sunday that’s exactly what Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi did during a meeting with EU leaders.
While others were discussing climate change the Italian clown, was discussing lingerie changes, from Egyptian loincloths to Victorian bloomers, French knickers and G-strings.
Only a few Italian papers reported about the embarrassing piece of news, but no Italian TV channel mentioned it, especially after what happened on Sunday afternoon.
After being hit in the face by a rather heavy reproduction of a flying Milan Duomo, thrown at him by a 42-year-old man, Massimo Tartaglia, Berlusconi was taken to the local hospital and treated for multiple injuries in his face. Stopped by the police Tartaglia, who’s apparently been under psychiatric treatment for ten years, stated that, he threw the object at Berlusconi because he hates him.
Despite Berlusconi’s supporters blaming (as usual) the opposition for creating this "hate" climate around the Prime Minister, I can assure you that Tartaglia is not the only one who hates Berlusconi. In fact, while hypocritical messages of support were arriving from all over Italy and the rest of the world to Berlusconi on Sunday night, you can bet that in million of houses across Italy, honest citizens were celebrating a sort of victory, perversely feeling like those kids who, bullied in school for ages, feel extreme pleasure at seeing the kid who tortured them finally bullied by somebody else.
The majority of the Italian population is not made up of terrorists, violent people and anarchists prone to throwing heavy and tacky souvenirs at their political leaders, but Silvio Berlusconi has desperately exasperated too many Italians.
Since 1994, the year he decided to become a politician to save himself from Italian justice, he has ridiculed his country on a global level, made laws that only protect himself, caused multiple embarrassing scandals (money, sex, Mafia, you name it, he’s got them) and now he wants to pass for a little angel unfairly attacked by a maniac.
Silvio, dear, John Lennon was a pacifist and he was shot by a fan, you’ve been provoking us for 15 years and you didn’t see it coming? I guess what really hurts him is not the fact that somebody attacked him but that it happened in such a “civilised” place as Milan and not in another uncivilised region, full of terroni and cafoni people.
If it had happened in Abruzzo, it would have been the fault of some kind of ungrateful communist shepherd (because before April’s earthquake Abruzzo was a bucolic forgotten land of shepherds and shepherdesses, but then came great Silvio and gave us proper houses…praise be to him); if it had happened in Campania it would have been the fault of the Camorra/a Neapolitan terrone/Roberto Saviano (you choose); if it had happened in Sicily it would have been the fault of the Mafia rebelling against this government that has done so much against it (please spare us).
I don’t even want to think what would have happened if somebody with a foreign passport would have done it (ah, shame on you, you attacked such a gentle Prime Minister from such a welcoming and open country…).
Dearest Silvio should have seen it coming. Why? Berlusconi has turned politics into himself, he hasn’t “personalised” politics, he has “personified” it, "Berlusconised" it.
He wants to be the face of "his" party, at the centre of everything and anything, while treating Italy as a mat for his feet, as his personal whore. He is the saviour and the victim, the one and only who sacrifices himself for the rest of his country, a modern unholy messiah who, when meeting a woman doesn’t shake her hand, but fires some kind of dirty joke at her while oogling her legs and bottom in a lurid way.
Berlusconi isn’t so silly not to see it was coming – why would he be surrounded by thirty security guys otherwise? Besides, he perfectly know why it came. The flying Duomo was a symbol against everything Berlusconi stands for and not a terrorist attack against him. Berlusconi embodies specific values many Italians hate and the only way to show your hate for such values is simply by hurting him.
Yet hypocrisy continues in Italy with the police checking Facebook pages and fan clubs in honour of Massimo Tartaglia. I wonder, what are they going to do now, arrest everybody who joins in or founds an anti-Berlusconi group? Label all people who hate Berlusconi as psychotics and terrorists (or psychotic terrorists)?
Maybe we can start from banning reproductions of Milan’s Duomo, the Pisa Tower, the Coliseum, Venetian gondolas, Michelangelo David’s statues and other assorted monuments or reporting to the police all the tourists who buy them?
It’s unlikely that Italy will go back to the “lead years”, but, rather than defending him like the innocent lamb he is not, Berlusconi’s allies should wake up and admit his faults.
In many ways this wasn't an attack, but a well-deserved punishment, yet I think any kind of violence against Berlusconi should be stopped mainly for one reason: we are seriously risking of turning the worst political leader Italy ever had into a saint or a martyr tortured by communist terrorists.
What about throwing at him women’s knickers instead of reproductions of the Duomo? They wouldn't hurt his body, but they would be the perfect symbol of shame for our clownish Duce.
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