Yes, I am Latino, as I may have mentioned once or twice. But as I’ve also stated before, I am part Italian.
Now, I’ve never been to Italy, but it’s high on my list of life goals to gaze out over that nation’s windswept coasts, drink wine in a Roman palazzo, and get assaulted by a vicious crowd of fascist thugs.
OK, that last one is less of a goal and more of an acknowledgement of what might happen if I saunter down the streets of Florence, looking all foreign and shit.
After all, Italy is under new management. And its government is going old school—as in Mussolini old school.
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