third and final part
Where is the solidarity that distinguishes us in the past? Where is the mutual assistance between people? Today I look around and see what I like most. I could pretend to do anything and keep going my way instead of writing two lines and share them with you.
But no. I write and report. . . I write the complaint and protest. . . for me. . . for my wife and for the future of my son today at only eleven months old is unconscious and innocent at the same time that are still without sin. I write with bitter mouth thinking about what we were and what we have become now. Once we called people of saints, poets and sailors today have become thieves, crooks and uncaring. There goes more, but you live alone. That is a way to form a family without too many commitments. We do not make more children and we blame the crisis seems to me that our grandparents were not so rich and yet I did seven, eight, ten. I think it is an excuse to keep the big car under your ass and be able to use the word "freedom" to your liking. Selfishness has overwhelmed us blind and bad. Everyone has the its objective and the end of the world should get. Megalomaniac of the cock in a society where the appearance of the big eaters above is above all else. You do not have time for anything and everyone goes on the run, even the unemployed, but where I did not understand.
Antonio: Hey John you know that employ down in the valley?
John: oh yes and what is it?
Antonio: you have to go pick apples this year has been generous. . .
John, but jokes. . . I. . . unemployed with two degrees. . . meleeeeee to collect!
This is our problem. . . no longer contaminate the hands as they once did our ancestors do indeed the soil more and more people look dirty by definition. Racists? So that we are but for a strange habit of form do not admit it and saw what happened with Nazism and fascism prefer to hide behind politically correct speech. . . Even with the same countrymen are racist. If you are an upper-middle-class social unlikely you'll see in the company of a poor loser. The proverb saying that the clothes do not make the Monaco but we know that in Italy it is not. We get into debt for a set off for a plasma TV for a head signed. Reigns in our country a kind of surreal hypocrisy that progress is becoming a virtual hypocrisy that runs on a boat sailing in a web of wires placed in relation to one another. Today, a nice house and a nice car and a beautiful woman is a symptom of power and more important than a beautiful dignity. So you are off the Eastern women, beautiful and vigorous, making him believe subdue the Italian male king. Finished eating money if the damage to his legs leaving behind disrupted families and people suffering. Once the Italian man was number one for all, especially the art of love. Today is a complete idiot to be ready to move like a marionette. We believe all the crocodiles also flying as long as there is convenient. Many people wonder why marital separations are increasing. In my opinion we should ask why the fuck are married and had children. The latter then become a source of blackmail and of the litigation in the name of having. There is no more patience, hiding behind the word "freedom" we believe we are entitled to everything. We forget to educate and be educated. Gypsies and criticize you goose bumps when we see images on TV of how African blacks live without realizing that we are just like them. Disfigure our environment by any means and contaminate our city just because we weigh the ass to find a dumpster. In the midst of all this mess while banks give money only to rich, the politicians make the laws to spring up the ass and those who commit crimes always have a loophole to avoid ever paying the debt to justice. Meanwhile, people with disabilities are provided with a field with enormous obstacles to expenditures of public money and the sick are finally accepted in the "cellar" of the hospital and treated by doctors who "justly" have won an open competition. Note of interest: the introduction of financial and revolving credit cards that raise the level of wealth in our country, giving Italy a huge buying power. For its part the Italian leverages this power by borrowing up to capacity and it turns out that when it arrives in mid-month, his salary is already over. Then it breaks balls does not arrive later this month. With great pleasure we see how the fruit well to petroleum gasoline without anyone getting angry or banging edge. Italy is no longer what it was and one thing is certain. . . in this beautiful country do not take me longer reflects.
We live in complete anarchy, in no respect for anything or anyone. In France they call us pigs and pigs, and perhaps you are right even though their problems.
The nice thing for me is that I am happy to proclaim to the world of being a child of good people (my father in 1937). . . son of a generation who will soon leave us permanently, leaving behind and a lot of shit just stinks. Today I look with eyes of love my son and I think I'll have to educate her going before he died. In doing so perhaps I will give him a chance of salvation!
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