RAVE: Berlusconi il Buffone

It's been over a month since I last wrote on this blog, even if I only today figured out that my last three posts written back in May were never published! That's way too much time, especially given how many momentous things have happened in the past few weeks - the ongoing debacle that is the 'freedom struggle' in Libya, the bona fide freedom struggle in Syria, the n-e-v-e-r-e-n-d-i-n-g disgrace that are the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, the scary creepiness of the Japanese nuclear fallout, the latest rape of the Greek people by the financial terrorists of the world - the list goes on and on. Many of them reducing me, as usual, to a screaming, gesticluating Man Mad At The World - usually at a TV set, I hasten to add...

So what topic do I choose to do my first actual post in over a month? I found myself simply unable to resist a chance to have a good kick at Signor Berlusconi. This man, the very scourge of Italy and the very eiptome of all things italiano that are rancid and sick to the core, seems to have suffered a PRETTY BIG SMACK last week.

I, along with millions of Italian voters, told Il Diavolo Berlusconi just what we thought of him on not one but three different referenda issues, namely:

1. A resounding rejection of his desire to privatize water
2. A resounding rejection of his desire to bring nuclear power to Italy, and
3. A resounding rejection of his (deep, very deep) desire to have public officials immune from prosecution

I do think that the third issue on which he lost must have cut Il Diavolo/ Buffone/ Cretino Berlusconi the deepest and the harshest. After all, this is a man against whom charges of corruption and abuse of state and personal power run as long as his smile is shallow.

The man is contemptible beyond redemption - he is a corrupt, diabolical Macchiavelli and his success only further re-iterates the much-held belief that Italian politics is a joke unto itself and that Italian society is fundamentally warped to the core.

I detest Berlusconi and all that he stands for.

This triple whammy of defeats last Monday must surely have hurt him politically. Dare I say it - perhaps even mortally?

May my next rave for this hideous man be a rejoice of his having stepped down as Prime Minister of Italy - for the third time, may I add.

Where are the Red Brigades when you need them?

Do you get my point?