When Obama was first elected, many a pundit said that the American people hadn’t felt such youthful optimism since John Kennedy. When Bill Clinton was president, some folks said he reminded them of crazy old Louisiana governor Earl Long, who was a bigger socialist than FDR, a
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bigger crook than Capone, and drank and banged strippers all day long. I’ve heard Mitt Romney referred to as a 21st century Nelson Rockefeller, but I’m not sure it was meant as a compliment.
The point is, when you’re comparing politicians to their predecessors, you can only go back so far before you start sounding ridiculous. On the one hand, there’s Godwin’s law – whoever is the 1st to accuse his opponent of being a Nazi loses, and deservedly so, for hyperbole. As bad as things are on the world economic and political scene, there is no place I know of where millions of people are being shipped off to concentration camps to be killed. Not even Oakland. On the other hand, any candidate for high office who compares himself to Washington or Lincoln would be mocked mercilessly. These are the immortals, their faces grow out of a mountain, get over yourself.
Silvio Berlusconi is different, however. You have to go all the way back to Caligula, about 2,000 years ago, to find his equal. Like Caligula, he is a bad ruler, concerned more with his own hold on power than on helping the people. And, like Caligula, he has a strong taste for orgiastic parties.
So, anyway, Silvio is set to resign. It’s supposed to happen sometime next week. I’ll believe it when I see it, but it’s more than just a rumor. If he’s being forced out just because he likes to perv on naked, young ladies and is a classless pig who calls Angela Merkel an unfuckable lardass, then I think it’s a bit sad. Outside of the rudeness to foreign leaders bit, he’s doing pretty much what I’d do if I had billions of dollars to throw around.
Of course, he is a horrible right winger, part of Italy’s 1%, and I’ll be damned glad if he truly is gone. I’ll miss writing about the old lech, though.
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