I had to stop and double-check the news as they reached my ears. Forgetting about my own instability, being still lost in a state of transmutation, bracketed by the old that is to pass, and the new that is to come; the present, is after all nothing but a perceived link between what was and what is bound to be. Life goes on, unwilling to allow any sort of stillness in the style of its unfolding. The universe is in a state of continuous flux. Nothing remains the same, and everything that is, shall cease to be, for being is and will always be an attempt at going against the grain of life itself -fruitless and moot, unless what is valued is the experience itself, and not, absolutely not, the outcome. Where was I again...
Oh, yes, and as I had started explaining, even in this world where anything and everything is possible, and therefore nothing should be viewed as surprising, and definitely not, shocking, I found myself surprised and somewhat amused, despite the fact that, at the time of my finding out about what I was about to find out, I was pretty lost in my own teacup-size storm of poor-little-highly-important-me. And what were these news might you be demanding by now, rolling your eyes unable to hear anymore of my existential angst-related extrapolations. Well, my dear friends, begging you to pardon my cautious approach, for it is only for your benefit and safety that I am slowing the delivery to a frustrating trickle,I will go ahead and present you with the facts, as I received them, and leave it to exactly that -I promise.
Earlier today, I heard while listening to an online streaming of NPR's best, that Italy's numero Uno, Prime minister Berlusconi, a good man, surely, a man of the people, for the people, a moderate man, who doesn't control the main national media sources, a leader with open-minded views when it comes to ethnic groups unrelated to the type of ethnic groups that usually insist on being labeled 'pure', is, it appears, being dragged, obviously by evil enemies of the good life, in yet another sex scandal, this one having to do with a Moroccan underaged pole dancer, who's been arrested and who's been spilling the beans on the happenings at some exclusive parties where Mr. Berlusconi seemed to have been having a good time. But, to make the story short, for this isn't what shocked me, no, no, no... The best has yet to come.
Responding to the accusations, Mr. Berlusconi explained coolly that, "I work hard, all day, and at the end of the day, I enjoy beautiful passionate women. Surely, enjoying a passionate woman is better than being gay."
What else can I possibly add? Way to go Mr. Prime Minister B. Surely, these are precisely the words the good people of Italy, a country where homosexuality never ever set foot, what with its peoples' dedication to the true and unadulterated spirit of machisimo, have been waiting to hear. Bravo! I guess is all I can come up with. Or as a belligerent, bellicose paisan might respond, "Ma, vaffan----!"
Be well, and keep your eyes opened and your ears clearly uncluttered, there is so much madness to be enjoyed.
Ponderously yours
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