Broccoli or Cauliflower?

lessons of politics #1

I don't like broccoli, but I HATE cauliflower (U. N. Known)


it's all about broccoli and cauliflower

if someone decides for you whether you're gonna have broccoli or cauliflower for dinner - you call that a dictatorship

if people can vote to choose between broccoli and cauliflower - then you call it a 2-party democracy

if you add zucchini, turnip and pumpkin to the 2 party democracy - then you'll have a multiparty democracy, also known as grandma's soup

if most of the people share the grandma' soup while few others eat marinated steak, then you call it communism -

if you have a lot of cheap grandma's soup and you sell it to the rest of the world, buying back U.S. treasury bonds - then you call it chinese communism

if you cook your own grandma' soup you are a dangerous anarchist and the soup is probably too salty

if your grandma cooks the soup for you - then you're probably italian and the soup is gonna taste much better



if you like broccoli and/or cauliflower - well, in that case I guess you just have a terrible taste

The Triumph of Bullshit

Ladies, on whom my attentions have waited
If you consider my merits are small
Etiolated, alembicated,
Orotund, tasteless, fantastical,
Monotonous, crotchety, constipated,
Impotent galamatias
Affected, possibly imitated,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass

Ladies, who find my intentions ridiculous
Awkward insipid and horribly gauche
Pompous, pretentious, ineptly meticulous
Dull as the heart of an unbaked brioche
Floundering versicles feebly versiculous
Often attenuate, frequently crass
Attempts at emotions that turn isiculous,
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

Ladies who think me unduly vociferous
Amiable cabotin making a noise
That people may cry out "this stuff is too stiff for us" -
Ingenuous child with a box of new toys
Toy lions carnivorous, cannons fumiferous
Engines vaporous - all this will pass;
Quite innocent - "he only wants to make shiver us."
For Christ's sake stick it up your ass.

And when thyself with silver foot shalt pass
Among the Theories scattered on the grass
Take up my good intentions with the rest
And then for Christ's sake stick them up your ass.

T.S. Eliot

In tempi di crisi

Il Papa: "Soldi sono niente, è solida sola la parola di Dio" (repubblica.it)

Per una volta siamo daccordo.

La prossima volta che vado a comprare le sizze provo a pagarle con parole di Dio.

"Prendete e fumatene tutti"

Se non funziona provo cosi':

"Mani in alto, svuota il pacchetto e sgancia una sizza"





Gli ultimi saranno i primi. I papaveri son altialti. Il papa sono io.

E tu, chi cazzo sei?