Monday 9th February 2009

Severino: «It makes me sick!». He does not refer to the minister of the Welfare.

 

“…it makes me sick if I imagine myself in a situation in which I cannot feed myself, I cannot think…”.

 

Sacconi.  Loads of …..  nihilistic. Arcore-like.

 

At the back of the Arcorese man the angel stands out, that suddenly breaks off.

 

And you, italy, home of quibbles and incenses, soon and suddenly will lose your optimism and Optimistic, the Kaká of the Arco and the Core.

 

The wolves of the upland and the valley, of the pole and the antipodes will howl with joy.

 

The heart will give way under the shit. Suddenly.

 

Why make Eluana thirsty and hungry? Why not making her die instead of letting her die? Italiot studs are ridden and shaken by ratzinger’s studs.

The Vatican pope coterie infact ab aeterno horrified sniffs: euthanasia = liberty.

 

Vegetating, not living, that’s life. The know-it-all Grillo says, the thinking Dick.

 

The difference between a terrorist and a warmonger. The terrorist kills at least himself, the warmonger kills millions of people but he is not a terrorist.

 

Sacconi, with his suffering-ly honest and thoughtful look, uncertainly human. The sweetie heart of F-other.

 

The Decalogue does not prohibit suicide.

 

Lord, increase my ability of self-control and self-govern.

 

Demons merge into our worst instincts (without being) and they feed themselves on them.

They are the active guests of swamps and marshes of the soul.

They are our tyrants, while they should be our slaves.

 

We are immerged into the world of the Invisibles (angels, demons, heavenly spirits, infernal spirits).

This article is available in Italian too