BUNGA BUNGA

Since we have not had this conversation before I assume that you are typically interested in crime stories. Stories with all the twists of drama, intrigue, hatred, playahating human beings, success, failure, envy, joy, peace, sadness, drama and recovery, sex and happiness.

I know also that you may not have gone ahead to name yourself don or even worship at the altar of the mafia, but perhaps you watched the GodFathers; everyone else seems to have anyway.

So I was watching the news this evening and witnessed the best as far as crime stories come.

BUNGA BUNGA
You may have heard of the story of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi, his rise to professional respect in law, politics and women. Recently has is said to have “danced’ WITH Moroccan bellydancer. Note: He has helped launched the career of that curvaceous 17 year old girl.
Anyway, the girl said that she danced with the Prime Minister as well as his Bunga Bunga Club members. Private sessions of course!!


EPIC ENDING
Now the story ends up in parliament, they have had to vote on a vote of confidence whilst his esterwhile allies turned enemies on the attack. While the entire media, MPs, EVERYONE OF note and notofnote seriously believed Berlusconi was out. Wapi>>>>>
(thinkThink of any epic story.

But the drama was enchanting as the results of the parliamentary vote were confusing. The results were announced twice and Belusconi appeared to have lost the vote in the first bulletin from parliament.
Most people predicted a loss to his People’s Freedom Party, which itself is a precursor to his earlier party; Forza Italia. Borrowed from a football chant- were indeed disappointed and to show it they burnt all they could find. Of course some of those immigrants that have been chased around the srteets were amongst the people baying for the blood of Ill Cavaliere. The Knight!!!

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The protesters who were now in jubilation and merry making because of the first results turned violent and burnt down cars and anything they could find other than their historic buildings Rome when the second result came out.
Watching the television I could not believe my eyes; was it some fantasy story, a movie turned news or pure bullshit?
Berlusconi is of original blue-collar mould from some obscure community near Milan. He made his name into high classes the hard way. He went to school, hustled the streets and turned into a politician.


Old Money
Along the way, he toned a well-muscled body, technology took care of the hairstyle and at 71, and stories of him and a 17-year-old belly dancer are not strange. In fact I’d love to look like Berlusconi if I ever make it to 71. But definitely act like him; although I’d love his success too; to be thrown in the package such that at 74 I am still a mover and shaker of both the sane and insane in equal measures.


Berlusconi is scorned upon by the old money and conservative kind; but he rightly belongs in their quarters and so they have to only be stubborn by not welcoming him among their ranks. In fact to show that he is old money enough, he decided to move his earlier left leaning political affiliations to completely right wing.
Along the way alienating and supporting moves to deport illegal African immigrants and throwing the mostly Ghanaian home care workers in the streets.

New Money
Now that the old money kind is on his side he has to deal with the others, which are the new money. He is a success story of every Tom Harry and Dick who leave their hometown street to search for El Dorado in big cities, some in even bigger countries.
As he did with the nobility, old money and conservative kind, Berlusconi invited himself to the wealth table, successfully transforming a street vendor kiosk to an empire, while also pursuing a career in investing in AC Milan.