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Today the first gentleman was dismissed from the psychiatric clinic: his conditions are stable, but the gawp smile perpetually printed on his face, and his expression making him look like Milingo's after he changed mind about his marriage with a Korean woman, make everybody dispair of the eventuality of seeing once more the good ole Bill - the stagists' philanderer, the man who taught the current owner of the Air Force One, how to fake a dazzling smile even when "inside her heart is breaking, her makeup may be flaking, but her smile.. still stays on".

Last monday, the Supreme Court has finally settled the question - with the clever joke of the official spokesman, who wished that the next elections won't follow the trend started by the re-counting of Bush's votes. (Who became president thanks to the votes from Florida, governed by his brother Jeb, although he globally had collected less votes than his opponent - but the Supreme Court had stopped the timer, obviously in the interest of the immediate governability of the Country.)
  And besides, who could ever question the authoritative opinion of the "la creme de la creme" of the psychiatrists? Whole legions of shrinks, who have sold The Matter short by labelling it "the figment of the whimsical but paranoid conspiracy theories, given birth by a patently disturbed mind".

And besides, if there was any truth in that, FBI and CIA would have found out by now.
  "No, I mean: yes, they DO know, but they're involved. I got proofs." was the last sensational boutade mr.Clinton did with the journalists - before he got lifted bodily by paramedics looking like pallbearers, got sedated, and then hospitalized for two weeks in a secret site (meant to guarantee the due privacy to him and to his family).
  The poor fellow, so we're being told by FoxNews (repeating that at least thrice a day since he was taken), has gone out of his sanity by gnawing over the envy of seeing his wife sitting on the Oval Room chair that once was his.
  What about his mythical presumed-proofs, that immediately went down the hatch from the stage and got confiscated for obvious reasons of national safety? One week later, the briefcase was opened under the eyes of the media of the whole world, and there were mere old newspaper-scraps in it. So here goes, debunked beyond any doubt, the pathetic bluff of a former-president who was seeking for the limelights: the nth case of chauvinist male, uncapable to bear the fact that his woman is more successful than he is.

After all, it was patent to everyone, it had to be mc Cain: his fate of murdering his brother, and hoping to get away with it, was already written in his DNA.. even in the Holy Bible!
  Caucasian, "negro"-hater for generations (as already witnessed during the electoral campaign, by the descendants of the slaves who worked for his ancestors), even more packed with inferiority complexes towards his opponent than pope Nazinger has for his way more illustrious and beloved predecessor..
  Who else, but mc Cain, could take advantage from barracking Obama six feet under? (Yeah, I do agree, this pun is so old and boring by now.. but the fate of clichees is to become part of the names they're matched with.)

For sure, no one will ever forget as long as he live THAT pointed finger, right in the moment when everybody was instead expecting the usual cheesy-pie gallant declaration of love for the mother of his poor Chelsea - who unfortunately had commited suicide just a few hours after learning of Obama's tragic murder. Wether the rumors of Obama being Chelsea's lover are founded or not, it's a fact that Chelsea's depression constitutes a medical "precedent in-the-family" of Bill Clinton's psychic instability. And the obvious triggering factor of the unfortunate turn of events that finally lead him beyond the brink of mental illness.
  How many times have we seen it, these days, that "madman stare" of his? Over and over at the TV-news, on the pages of the newspapers, in the authorized satyrical shows (some were temporarily suspended - in order to avoid deprecable anti-patriotic episodes, in such a delicate moment).
  We can find it just about everywhere, by now: printed on t-shirts, on coffee mugs, on pin-up badges, and even on the lenses of the so so so funny sunglasses that are bound to become the best-selling gadged of the summer of 2009.

And still, the original wild eyes will remain inimitable - just as we can see in the DVD, that ranked as the best selling Christmas present this year. Although the harsh ending was faded, in due respect to our new President, this formidable j'accuse keeps almost intact the verve (fit for one Jack Nicholson in "Shining") that, on that day, boosted the audience to the top - shadowing even the new of the contemporary collapse of all the stock markets in the world.

"Heck, I know well, that when two dogs strive for a bone, a third runs away with it. It was her! Listen: it's no mere case, that the Nation was attacked on 9-11, which is the emergency phonenumber. Okay? And her equation Cain = assassin, is just the same: a blatant, HUGE mass-mediatic baloney! You're a nation of millions: how can it be, that not even one has realized it yet? Not even a reasonable margin for doubt?? Hillary only PRETENDED, to retire from the run for the White House. Don't you understand? I was there: I know! I know everything! Because I saw her!! Trust me."
  At his point, mrs.President took the microphone away from his hands, and the famous last words on the air were: "Sure, dear. And oral sex is not sex.
  As the audience were splitting their sides with gross laughter, even better than tha Saturday Night Live Show, the gorilla bodyguards of the new President of the United States of America pulled Bill out of the way - making him the first "First Gentleman".. not so gentleman, after all.

But let's take a look at foreign politics.

Paris Hilton campeoned the Enalotto lottery in Italy, in the face of the scandalmongers who accused her of having merely played as advertising testimonial for a smoke-and-mirrors operation ordained by Prime Minister Berlusconi himself - in order to replenish the public finances, with a fake lottery that nobody was ever going to win anyway, in perfect Orwellian style.

A diehard group of retired aged persons took to the streets, today: two hundreds or more, according to the promoters of the parade; a little more than a score of noisy grannies, according to the police. They protested for how hard it is for them to reach the end of the month, with such old-age pensions they get after having paid their dues all through their lives, and.. "Shame on the government! Who, instead of taking care of our future, bleeds us dry with hoax-lotteries!", one of them cried out to the microphone.
  The comment of the Chief of the Parliament was ironical as expected: "If I'm allowed a wisecrack: they don't have bread? let them eat snacks! But seriously, lemme tellya that I can maybe put a good word to help the cute granpa you interviewed: my son Piersilvio, owner of the major Italian TV network MediaSet that I founded, is doing castings for new faces.. grannies, also, needed to start a new show about the family and the good ol' traditional system of values that.." blah blah blah. (Fade to the tune of Talking Heads' song "Road to nowhere".)

(ran off on October 26th, 2008 - and yet to be revised)

DISCLAIMER This is in no way meant to be an endorsement of either sides. As a matter of fact, it can be read BOTH as pro-mc Cain (victim of a conspiracy meant to accuse an innocent) AND as pro-Obama ("he was the one supposed to win"). Also, it's BOTH against Democrats (with the excuses of the narrator to the Clintons, especially Bill ) AND against Republicans (eg: the re-couting of Bush's votes). So, please: don't shoot the pianist, this is just a fictional story.

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