
passed the shock at the poisoned dumpling, which was launched by the monster Veltrusconi , as if by magic awakened the ghost Premier Prodi- snow. As soon as he opened his eyes ... immediately closed them again, then opened them again, looked around and saw the seven dwarfs, but still frightened and quarrelsome as ever, sad thing, that his government was melting like snow in the sun.
Closer was Mastellina then, gradually, various muslin Scaniolo, Bertinottolo, Dipietrolo, and Bosello Dilibertolo (who had taken the place of the now delirious Pannellolo , left alone to fight the windmills in the distant United Catto-clerical-sfascista). In a rare moment of waking, to reassure its little men, said: " I am your sponsor! .
seemed almost vanished Veltrusconi and the fear of electoral reform, as the most authoritative and most grumpy dwarfs, Bertinottolo , said: " the mission has failed, we all go home! .
The dwarves then again began to tremble and argue with each other reciprocally attributing the blame for the crisis and exchanging defamatory accusations. The thought of having to face the path that would take them back home, between December and June, including an enormous obstacle to overcome, seemed to have shrunk even more. So here I fear the problem of safety on the streets (as Veltrusconi lurking), then the Welfare (another strange animal, possibly hairy and hungry, but none that all appointed known), the legendary Referendum (which is so afraid before the crash, but later, however, even if you lose, nothing happens), the Governissimo (if you know that you avoid it) and, finally, unsurpassed minimum threshold ! But the sad thing that they did not face these dangers, as having to do it now, without having yet reached retirement guaranteed! Imagined by someone already swallowed two-headed monster, someone else was sure to disappear into thin air (opening of the polls would not have even found the ashes!). Certainly in the United
blue things that go is not much better.
blue things that go is not much better.
Old freedom house was destroyed in an instant, the Dolphins were crazy, the Blue Rider, the influence of the Democratic witch (no, not the Bindi ... but Veltroni himself!), as he climbed on the running board of his horse, had suddenly (but it seems only temporarily) transformed into the mythological monster above, eating a mouthful in his two unruly children.
Only the birth of a child and the next Prince of Riviera, still cheering the people of freedom, along with the hope that the spell vanished and Knight returned to the office, taking the troops scattered and dazed.
(... the result of the next stake)
William Faithful - Posted on Tocqueville
(... the result of the next stake)
William Faithful - Posted on Tocqueville