Rest In Peace, Michael
Published July 13, 2009
Well, I have waited a bit before writing two lines about MJ’s death, since I first wanted to wait for everyone else to express their opinion before saying my own.
First thing that makes me wonder is: how come the “Innocent until proved guilty” rule does not apply when people are accused of rape or being pedophiles?
I mean, if I go to somebody I don’t even know, and I accuse him of being a drug dealer, noone will probably believe me until some evidence is found.
On the other hand, if I accuse him of being a pedophile, he INSTANTLY becomes one.
There is this doctor I know in Italy, and his stepson accused him of sexual abuse.
Well, it was later proved that this kid had mental problems and he made everything up, but guess what?
In the eyes of everybody, he is still a pedophile, he lost his job, and his career is ruined forever.
Nice huh?
Now, about Jacko, the guy had issues.
I mean, serious mental issues.
His brain was obviously stuck to the level of a 13 year old boy.
Just look at the way he was wasting all his money, and how he behaved on the (few) public appearances.
Building a private theme park for his own fun? Cmon.
He probably did sleep in the same bedroom with kids, the same way we all slept in the same bed with our friends when we were 13 at the camp or when invited at a friend’s house.
He needed help. He had to be counselled by a professional psychoanalyst or sent to a mental institution.
Did anybody care?
Of course not. In a mental institution it would have been much harder for all the rats that “cared” for his health to get all the money they needed from him.
His family, his managers, the accusing mothers, the magazines that posted everything they could to make him look like a pedophile to sell more copies.
Everyone around him abused his mental weakness and took everything until there was nothing left to take, and all he had left were debts and a ruined reputation.
Oh, and I almost forgot about his personal doctor, yes.
The same doctor that prescribed the tranquilizer and sleeping pills cocktail that finally killed him.
And to finish this wonderful fairytale, I will just mention that outside the hospital where he was taken after the stroke, Michael’s dad was seen smiling and waving at the fans, and laughing with some manager.
Well guys congratulations, now he is out of the way, and you can finally enjoy the goods without having to fake taking care about him.
Gabriella Carlucci, the Internet Sheriff
Published June 18, 2009
I have to stop reading italian news.
I really, really should.
One day you see a showgirl flashing her tits on national television, next week she is in the government. Amazing stuff.
Anyway, this time who is talking out of her arse is noone else than miss Gabriella Carlucci, ex-actress, ex-showgirl, and unfortunately current member of the italian parliament with the “Popolo della Liberta’” party, led by our favourite clown, mr. Silvio Berlusconi.
But lets get straight to the point, what miss Carlucci is asking this time, is to make ILLEGAL for people to post stuff on the Internet anonymously.
Yeah, you heard it right.
Basically, according to her, this will make pedophiles and other criminals stop lurking the net, and will also make it easier to fight internet piracy.
I wont go into the details about her proposal (which seems written for a Monty Python sketch) but I will make a couple of remarks:
First: Gabriella, you are an ignorant person. Before talking bull crap on topics you know NOTHING about, go study. Read some books. Get an IT certification, and then maybe you will realise that it is already possible to track EVERYONE on the Internet in case they commit any kind of crime.
What you are asking is to remove any barrier of privacy, and that, for your information, would make the lives of potential pedophiles and criminals MUCH easier.
“Oh, mr. Mario Rossi is writing on Twitter from abroad, that means he is not home and I can rob his apartment.” Get the message?
Second: the mere thought of you being part of the Italian government makes me puke. You are the reason why people like me left Italy and went to live abroad. Be ashamed of yourself.
Gino Flaminio, il nuovo simbolo di un’Italia distrutta.
Published May 24, 2009
[This post will be in Italian.]
In risposta alle foto pubblicate da Repubblica sull’ ex-ragazzo di Noemi Letizia, in disperata ricerca di 30 secondi di notorieta’:
Lei sara’ anche una povera idiota, ma tu, con il mostrare pubblicamente la tua faccia (inclusiva di ridicolo taglio di capelli semi-mohawk + sopracciglia pinzettate) e facendo pubblicare lettere PRIVATE, che lei ti scrisse quando forse davvero provava qualcosa per te, hai sorpassato il limite dello schifo.
Complimenti Gino, ce l’hai fatta.
Se c’era un limite da non varcare per non far degenerare questa vicenda, gia’ disumanamente pietosa di per se, tu ci sei riuscito in pieno.
Ai reporter di Repubblica: complimenti anche a voi. Non avevate davvero piu’ un cazzo da scrivere a riguardo, vero? Ma le foto del cane dello zio di Noemi Letizia? O del preservativo usato dal fratello in discoteca la sera prima? Ma davvero serve un master in giornalismo per pubblicare sta merda tutti i giorni? Vergognatevi.