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How I Coaxed the Ouster of an Italian Prime Minister

How I Coaxed the Ouster of an Italian Prime Minister

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Corruption in Italy and Europe
Corruption in Italy and Europe

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How I “Coaxed” the Ouster of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi
This essay is dedicated to two of my Florentine friends, Zara andNeri,with the hope that their futures will be more prosperous andfulfillingthan ours—so brutally stupid...
We are not prone to learn from The Past. As all other ways of lifeon the wane have revealed themselves, Italy—the dreadfulbellwether of the decline of Western Civilization I (Europe) andWestern Civilization II (DisUnited States of Northamerica)—isbending over backwards to deny the reality of its dismal plight. Just as in Roman times. Rousseau, not at all partial to Romanculture, ironized: “...the very day of its fall was the eve of that onwhich it conferred on one of its citizens the title of Arbiter of Good Taste.” So, too, today Italians are groping everywhere to preservesome sense of decorum in a stultifying state of lawlessness,corruption and the atrocious impression that Italy's institutions areunavailing, that they are flatbottom non-existent. Italy's wheels arespinning; yet, Italy is stuck in its mud. Italians are agoraphobic. They are exceptionally skittish.In this void it was uncomplicated for me to aid and abet theriddance of Silvio Berlusconi. Not many Italians, shamefullysimmering in their selfishness and self-pity, cared to lift a finger tochase Berlusconi from his debased political perch. They unwiselycultivated—still do today—the baseless expectancy that somedivine occurrence would hap upon Italy's most moneyed leader andmiraculously pull The Boot out of its economic and politicalnosedive. The word “hope” is a hackneyed theme in desperateItaly. Italians prefer to
hope
more than they opt
to work 
their wayout of this their most abominable conundrum since the end of the
 
Second World War. Italians themselves believe, subconsciously,that their condition is irremediable. They surmise, rightly so, thattogether Mario Draghi, president of the European Central Bank, andMario Monti, stopgap prime minister of Italy, two big Europeanblufferoos, one of whom was appointed during a
coup d'etat,
not ademocratic election—could not operate a lemonade stand. Italy is
in via d'estinzione.* * *
Before I reveal my capers which facilitated the downfall of thatcreep, Silvio Berlusconi, some background information is requiredto enhance the quality of my debunking and, further, step up the joyfulness I am having in narrating for you this extraordinarysubject matter which you would never learn of from the print,television and satellite media of any of the world's sophisticatedmedia agencies. Their facade is my bull's-eye to shoot at. The Italian people want to be taken care of by their employers andgovernment. They have been tended to for centuries. First, theRoman Catholic church offered solace. Then the feudal system.After, the Democratically Judeo-Christian CapitalisticInstrumentation. But the horribly devastating World War II changedthe complexion of “caring” for once and for all. Italians lost anyfaith in their political leaders that they might at one time hadpossessed. Italians folded their arms in disgust. The Italianoligarchies realized that some kind of rebounding, soft socialsystem (an olisocism?), had to be invented to navigate the howlingresentment—accumulated as a consequence of that brainsickWorld War II—into a safe harbor where the energies of the Italianworkers would not rebel, but where they could be utilized to pile upwealth for the captains of the Democratically Judeo-ChristianCapitalistic, Aggrandizing Arrangement.An underground “war,” between the “have's” and the “have not's,”has been waging for decades in Italy. An analysis of these twoopposing forces is not in the purview of this article; suffice it to saythat this battle royal has sucked out of these Italians, thesecharacters at war with themselves, the energy they now wouldneed to survive in our roughshod global economic reality. Italykeeps sinking lower and lower, and one Italian newspaper ironicallylaments that Italy heads all the classifications for negative
 
achievements—in most fields. The nation is crippled.In this debilitating state, it had been almost cushy for SilvioBerlusconi, Italy's richest citizen, to take over, as his nation'sleader, the political power his ego so vied for, for so long. Italianstruly believed that he, an enormous business success, would surelybring them an enormous economic success. He did not. In fact, heworsened Italy's prospects for progress and pay back. The short,ex-cruise ship crooner, bluffed his way for years keeping Italy gluedtogether with bubble gum and rubber bands. The perfect fake. Yet, what could one expect from Silvio Berlusconi? If we look at himtoday, for all his efforts, he is not well—both physically andmentally. He is a balding, overweight, 75-year-old keepsake. Hisface is stressed with the verbal assaults and time-consuminglawsuits foisted upon his persona. He has undergone surgery forprostrate cancer. His thorax is implanted with a pacemaker. Hisvisage twitches from the frozen, meaningless smile he has tomaintain when appearing in public. He must have his way, andwhen he does not, he boils with ire. As most paranoid personalitiesare, the Italian politician, too, is a control freak. He carries asponge in his pocket soaked with a purifying lotion which he uses tocleanse his hand after handshakes. He sends shampoo, in giftboxes, to individuals he thinks should wash their hair. Instead of surrounding himself with his grandchildren to set an example forthe many childless Italian couples, he has encircled himself withyoung women many of whom have testified before Italianprosecutors admitting that they are prostitutes. His uncanny socialbehavior evidences an abnormality of the sexual perception hepossesses of himself. He is unhappy. The poor soul just does notknow that he is unfit for the office, President of Italy, he would somuch like to hold and, worse, he cannot fathom that that postmight strain his delicate health the more. As any
duce,
any Craxi,his megalomania does not permit him to discern appreciativelywell, and he is fraught with frustration for not being esteemed byhis fellow countrymen.We can say that Silvio Berlusconi is an incompetent politician; and,we can say that he is an astute businessman. He once decried thefact that when he was president of his media conglomerate, hecould order his underlings to follow his instructions. But, when hebecame prime minister for the first time, he sobbed that he hadfailed to coordinate the thousands of government types under hisbidding in Rome.It is said that SB's rise to financial and political power was blotchedby many illegal shenanigans. No doubt about that. Italy is a

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