How to live in Italy and not to stumble upon Berlusconi?
What follows has no precise author (some attribute it to Stephano Benni) and has been circulating through the Internet with minimal variations. Now I translate it from a Spanish-language version found at Rebelión.
Hello. My name is A., I live at Milano 2, a building made by the Prime Minister.
I work at Milan, at a company whose main stockholder is the Prime Minister.
My car, that I use to go to work, is insured at a company also owned by the Prime Minister.
In the evening, I leave my workplace and go shopping to a supermarket of the Prime Minister, where I buy products manufactured in companies of the Prime Minister.
At night, I almost always watch the TV channels of the Prime Minister, where films (often produced by the Prime Minister) are interrupted with advertisements made by the publicity agency of the Prime Minister.
Then, I get bored and go to navigate a while through the Internet, using the server of the Prime Minister.
Particularly I watch the football results because I am a follower of the team of the Prime Minister.
Once a week or so I go to a cinema that belongs to a chain of the Prime Minister, where I watch a movie produced by the Prime Minister as well as the initial commercials made by the agency of the Prime Minister.
On Sundays I stay at home reading a book that is printed by a company of the Prime Minister.
Naturally, like in all democratic countries, also in Italy it is the Prime Minister who makes the laws, then sanctioned by a Parliament whose majority is in the hands of the Prime Minister.
Who, obviously, governs in MY best interest.
Update (Feb 11): another article now at Rebelión, reviews how Berlusconi rose to power with the full support of the Mafia and the old-school Christian-Democracy, itself closely knit to the Mafia since the time of the US occupation at the end of WWII. Matter that has been confirmed by several repented witnesses.