Ready is, to my mind, who adds sympathy to intelligence and dress that insalata mista with joie de vivre and a pinch of mischief. If so, there is no one smarter than the Italians . I know them well. I lived a long time there. I now have before my eyes a photograph of the politician who seems called by the tam tam of the polls and the festive will of his countrymen to be the man who will turn upside down the dilapidated shed that rises in Brussels. It is Italian, of course, as Italian was, avant la lettre , the future Caesar who won the Gallic War and told it in a book that, if he left now, would deserve the Nobel Prize. I speak, of who else, of the person who has crossed his Rubicon and is willing to go through the keel to the filibusters of the new traffic in the sea that was once crossed by Ulysses , the nostoi and the immense Aeneas. The photo I allude to has appeared in another newspaper preceded by a headline that reads: " Salvini's summer outrages Italy. Gogós, DJs and mojitos." Go for God! Here is a perfect example of how the journalism of our day, placed at the service of the progressive dictatorship and victim of the incompetence of those who write the headlines, manipulates the information. In the photo you can see the future head of the Italian Government enjoying life: he is in the choicest place on the most chic beach of the Milanese terroir , goes in a swimsuit, manages the controls of a mixing table smilingly advised by two sturdy mocetones and In fact, he wields a plastic cup that may contain a mojito or some other similar water. Gogós do not see each other, but it is possible that there are. The foot could well be that of the couplet: Let the ugly ones die! Any problem? What's wrong with that? Are we not in August? Should the protagonist of the photo wear cassock or burkini and a wooden crucifix from the Garden of Olives? The owner of the place, questioned about it, said: "Here there are beautiful people. Not like in Strasbourg." The truth, and until the news recognizes it, is that the photo, far from indigning the Italians, breaks records of acceptance in the Networks and is part of the overwhelming electoral campaign that will take Salvini to Montecitorio. Why do the progress and the beloved Brussels figures have to be so bland, so ashes, so dark, so prickly and so tight? Italians, brave people . God save you. To the heretical Pope no.

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