Lifestyle, Places

Road trip to Kitzbühel

This year I had the most perfect ski holiday in Kitzbühel with my English family, which I have no words to thank enough. We are all in one piece (unlike my daddy who broke his femur at the beginning of the year skiing) and the ski holiday came back to be my favourite from a long time. From the beginning it was a great adventure, so I must write  step by step to share all those dots that made the greatest of holiday and could be your tips:

  • Charles and I were in Livorno, so we had to hire a car.
  •  We left on Friday 17th and stopped in an amazing resort over lake Garda. It was quite hard to join as it was high over a hill after Salò and I understood why Mussolini chose to build his last republic in 1943 there. Those places are so charming. The Lefay resort is a luxurious bulwark in the middle of nowhere with the most charming spa: several swimming pool, but I especially liked the outdoor heated one, with all the colours changing and jets of water over the lake; then the salted lake with the big moon (a kind of Dead Sea); the gym overviewing the lake; the charming oriental style hammam and the sauna with the iced lake… A perfect place to refill the energies and have a huge breakfast in dressing gowns.IMG_6182.jpg
  • The road to Kitzbühel the next day was very pleasant. 3 hours run fast under the sun bordering a beautiful lake such as the Garda. I was impressed entering into Kitzbühel to drive past the building in which Spectre was turned: remember when 007 (Daniel Craig) has to find the blonde Bond girl to be who knows about Sceptre (Léa Seydoux)? Then Kitzbühel, which I liked at first sight with its coloured buildings containing the kind of shops that I like, QUALITY ONES (we had Louis Vuitton, my favourite, right in front of the hotel ;)). The hotel Zur Tenne is the kind of place you can miss all the year, with its woods, spacious rooms, pleasant charming spa, interesting guests, kindness of people working there and especially a bar where you can smoke into and a Russian bartender which of course was of help in practicing my Russian as I spent the week tracking Russians and asking them about Dugin, Putin, what they think about Trump etc. I decided that instead of even trying being a diplomat and be obliged to go living in Rome (chaotic hell!), I will definitely do the exam to be a journalist. And anyway, I am already to an extent and intend to surmount the profession with a huge boost to this blog once I am done with the dissertation (end of April nearingggg). Such a great time in all senses. Skiing was lovely, we found great weather and surviving the terrible moguls in the soft snow showed that I could ski everywhere. But if ski is a pleasure, going with my english ma shopping and having the nails done was of course even better – the cherry on the cake! Skiing must be balanced with a great town where to walk and find interesting spots. Spa is not enough. Life on the mountains is the most boring if there is no decent shopping to do but just restaurants to be hangover out of pure boredom. That’s why Kitz is so great – there is everything, and I could sincerely live there for periods. We missed the casino as there is more than enough to see and buy!
  • Heartbroken to leave that paradise, Charles and I left on Saturday 25th and stopped this time in Verona, where we had a romantic walk around the arena and Juliet’s balcony before going to eat Asian food (we missed it after all) and getting lost in the daedalus of streets on the way back to the hotel.
  • On the 26th we were back in time for lunch to celebrate fish daddy’s birthday.

So we are back to the “routine” of me finishing the thesis and being somehow stressed (actually, I went nut in Kitz on Tuesday when skiing I was obsessed on finishing the last chapter and in fact did it the same day). Charles was the usual angel in accompanying me to the university yesterday… Meanwhile, Cheshire is under the snow and I miss my English parents. I send them lots of thought and love, I am the luckiest girl on planet to have such an in law family!

And of course to all readers!!!


Born under the sign of Pisces

Starting from February 19th start also the celebrations for the most sparkling sign of the zodiac. Pisces are sparkling because even when they are down, they manage to be a true hoot in parties… that’s their way to (try to) forget, even if they end up hurting themselves and then go on, until they get into kinder currents. People born under this sign in fact are very sensitive and always complain about how who they considered friend betrayed their trust. Proper victims, they find excuses to escape from this mean world; to the price of going under the wrong influences. Most of the people I know they had a dependence on drugs or alcol are, not surprisingly, Pisces. And if it is not drugs, then the dependance falls on another human being… or many. So many obsessed womanizer or devoted plaintive spouses. Beware, because a dependance will always materialize. And the other personality of this double sign will try meanwhile to escape from this, to the result that the two personalities enter into conflict. So, what’s good with this tricky cheeky sign? Imagination. This is the sign of paradise on earth, the land where everything is possible. Pisces get to their goal faster and with less hardships than anybody else. Imagination works so well that the mind works naturally to the point where they get where they want to be – usually in the higher posts, or in the best life they imagined throughout all childhood, a nostalgic time. And they are magnificent with kids and family. Pisces are sexy, they manage to get who they want to build the best family and they get the best (indeed, if they don’t end up in the wrong current). The life of a Pisces is very intense. Once they end up in the good sea though, they end up being very comfy, luxurious and chilly – unless they don’t find anymore what they make them fall in love in first place…

In work, once in the position of power nevertheless our little Pisces might end up to fight with mean sharks bigger than them, and there all their efforts will be a gain for the world and a loss for them. Think about Gorbachev, helpless in preventing the USSR disruption, and prime minister of Israel Yitzhak Rabin, who was that close to the peace between Israel and Palestinian that in 1995 he ended up being shot by an extremist Jew. Or Galeazzo Ciano, one of the heads of Fascism as Mussolini’s son in law, who was ultimately killed by his father in law for alleged treason… and to whose family we owe Livorno having terrace Mascagni, a beautiful hospital and nice liberty villas on the sea. Ciano, together with being from Livorno, was born on March 18, like me. My father, born on February 26, shares his birthday with Victor Hugo and Erdogan. 

Yes, we are very different. Double but yet irrational. The other planets have major influences too – have you ever checked your ascendent and astral theme? You can do it online -, in fact I couldn’t have more different friends from those born the same day of me or just before.  Also, I gain strength in being almost an Aries – 3 days ahead put me in its orbit, and I was due on April 8 if I wasn’t hurrying to born and wanted to be Pisces since before seeing my first day! 

Happy birthday brothers and sisters (because we recognize each other and have special bonds)! Whoever will be around, I am planning a Gatsby or Casino Royal fantastic birthday party for my quarter of century (so I can forget turning 25). 😉

Lifestyle, Politics

A clean January

Hello readers,

January is bizarely one of my favourite months: starting a new year is always exciting, there are many expectations all up to be realised; the cold weather makes enjoying being cozy in the house drinking hot drinks and watching films and series; cuddling under the hottest blanket is better then ever; spa is very welcomed and relaxing; working is up to new challenges and motivation rocks on; holidays, wether on the snow or at the Maldives or St Barth are different from the ones all over the years either for the joy to see the snow and eat fondue or raclette with amazing red wines, either for allowing yourself a longer and paradisiac summer. I go for the cold most of the time, and this year as I previously told my intention of boosting this blog and share more, I will share my week of ski in Kitsbuhel in February. More than all the previous years, this year we start with a better achievement and greater expectations. I am not only referring to my love and all that we have to build together, and the great expectations that I have for us, that will deserve a book.

I am of course referring to the inaugural speech of new president Donal Trump yesterday! How could I let go this? I was having my feet done in the spa while watching the parade and hearing the speech yesterday… I shut the aesthetician and looked at it on my phone for the first time in my life, as for the first time of my life I stayed awake in the night to watch who would be the 45th president of the US. I made a bet that unlike Soros losing 1 billion I could have made money of it. Like on BrexIt. My flaws to waste potential money for my passion must be readdressed in 2017. Anyway, like the Donald say, January 20th, 2017, won’t be forgotten. That was one of the most powerful inauguration US speeches ever (I studied the rhetoric of many of them in my degree in political communication). The new president revealed himself as he showed in the previous months. The outsider. Thanking Barack Obama and his wife is like a mockery as he goes on very hard on the very flaws of America as it is after those shameful presidencies. All that the nation has lost lost for herself in pursuing other’s alleged causes – if those causes weren’t created by the US itself, as most of its covert operations in the past have been discovered. This is the time for America to mind of its business (farsi i cazzi suoi), shining as an example but not imposing to be followed with violence. That DIRTY Obama won a nobel peace prize as he was the first quasi black president in a nation where racism is very common. I am quite sure Hillary Clinton would have won it if she would have became the first quasi woman in the white house (now she’s upgraded as a human relict good for making soap). Quite ironic as they disrupted the Middle East, brought war in several nations and were on the verge of attacking Russia… I say DIRTY Obama going away from an a new CLEAN White House and I am accused of being racist. Why can’t I call him dirty and everyone else not? We all are dirty if we commit sins, a comment as such has nothing to do with racism, and I want to stigmatise that this attitude of calling racist who criticise that man is typical of communists and benpensanti good thinkers, the ones that Trump will finally eradicate as such is the establishment, communists with rolexes. The spirit of communism is still alive, it wants to bring war and spread globalism and uniformity over diversity. I am not racist but I assert that as long as we have the same red patriotic blood (cit. Trump) whites and blacks and yellows do have different cultures, and a woman is different from a man. We all come from different planets and we love each other in our diversity! If I get pissed of course I use metaphors like “that shit of a man, well the colour of shit is the same” or “black monkey”. Blacks have metaphors for us too and are as much racist and clustered… but there is still love!!! If with racism you hate, than you love as well, as those two sentiments are the opposite face of the coin. Th indifference of the US up until now is the true RACISM! I am very proud of this new era as is my mentor and author Alexander Dugin, who I hope is reading my comment from Russia. I can’t wait to insert Katehon’s ( comments over this victory in my dissertation, too. Goal to be achieved in April, right on the academic schedule! If you haven’t seen or read the speech yet, here it is its link. Enjoy, cheers!!!



Lifestyle, Places, Politics

First class ending

London is calling and I am joining the City with my perfect gentleman on the same trip that J.K. Rowling did when she had the inspiration for Harry Potter. This year was very unique, and like 2015 it is ending in a way I could have never expected. 2015 was memorable because of the political campaign, but it had many downsizes and low moments. I started a life in Monte Carlo that was perfect only the first months but not even, a warmy apple was under my roof, someone who I tried to help that cheated on me repeatedly ruining my relationship and eventually stealing me a Louis Vuitton bag. Whatever. I got a new one and was covered with luxurious ubjects up until now, so fuck yourself you useless poor thing. 2016 started in New York in a nice way and is ending in London in a nicer way, at a proper party in black tie and long dresses. The magic of this year was my salvation, my growth in choosing the right partner. I broke a huge barrier I had. Love doesn’t really have age barrier, a younger man can be more mature than the woman; and viceversa. So if it is about choosing a partner for life, think about the beauty of growing up together instead of dealing with the past of the other and eventually dreadful children. Building empires and making your own legacy instead of getting a legacy is priceless. I made mistakes that wouldn’t have brought me anywhere, so I must end this fabulous year thanking the Lord for giving me the opportunity to give a true sense to my life shifting my destiny toward the best. Thank you for having sent me such an angel as Charles, and let me recognise and remember of him at the right moment, before I could eventually make the mistake of stepping back. I have had subsequently such inspirations as the LSE and boosting this blog with his help as he is a successful businessman in softwares. But he is also an artist, and so I am, and in 2017 we shall surprise the world with a few creations. A relationship shall bring the best out of you, give a sense, build. 2016 opened my eyes to what I truly deserved. I shall thank who made me sad choosing unnaturally a selfish daughter, not caring and noticing about the fact that I was having a life meanwhile thanks to what I was provided. I met my happiness because I was as careless at the end. Sorry if in the path I broke your heart. It was not my intention. It was God’s plan. It was Karma. Apart from my personal life, which I shall protect, karma in politics kicked out Clinton, Sarkozy and Renzi; while I’d spare the latter, the first two and Obama I hope in 2017 will have what they deserve even more violently. That idiot of Obama lifted useless sanctions against Russia yesterday I shall say no more, as they comment itself. The worst president in the history of the USA is about to go, finally, and even there he can’t help but deluding. If only he could be flushed in the toilet like what his skin colour looks like. I am sorry if I have been racist but he is the first coloured president and instead of being thankful and cheer the Nobel prize of peace I think we should all examine his catastrophic presidency and blame it of having been the least peaceful. ISIS was created with the disruption of the Middle East, Israel is not an ally anymore, and we were on the edge of war with Russia – if in 2002 Putin announced a “cool war”, here the “cold war” was at its peak. It shall be no more like this in 20 days. Even if this was George Michael’s Last Christmas and the end of love for Leonard Cohen, we have good elements to cheer the New Year.


My sweetheart. If we were all lucky like me there would me no ugliness and anger in the world. But I guess I am lucky because I am brave enough to embrace my destiny and dance with it. It is not difficult to be lucky, it’s about to choose happiness. Never to be a nurse or a martire. Do what fulfill you, and everything around you will flourish. If you can’t be loved as you wish, be feared. I wish everybody a happy new year, filled with fun, courage, determination, self-esteem.



The eve

Dear all, I am sorry for being extremely lazy and having spent a week in waking up at 11am after falling asleep into the couch for excessive walking after I passed the last two exams of my master degree. I was enormously stressed as I made the mistake that most students of political science do: I left the exams of economics as last ones, so all the formulas and graphics drove me a bit insane. I started realising it’s Christmas on a cloud over a weekend in Broadway (England) at the beginning of December, and two days ago when I decided to accept a 25/30 on economics of the financial markets even if it lowers my average and I could have re done the exam better. We live just once, and we must be lazy for what it’s worth it. If I can’t get to the maximum mark at the university it is because I always gave priority to experience rather than judgements from professors, who as much as I might esteem, they are not me. I will be more happy to win 800€ of scholarship for speed in achieving through a very filled life for which I will make a resume of this year and the proposals for the new one in the last post of 2016 as it has been a very complete year indeed through travelling, achievements, adventures and misadventures in love that brought me to where I am: on the edge of joy in spending this Christmas and New Year between Italy and England, where enjoying this moment is very unique. On the 26th I will be flying to Cheshire to participate to Boxing Day, something that doesn’t exist in Italy. Tradition wants that gifts are exchanged with friends and with the less fortunate, but where I go as charity is done all over the year it is just a party with the closest ones- and sales will also start, God bless the Queen 😉 I am so curious and excited! Cantini’s boxing day has always coincided unknowingly with Christmas day, when all family’s friends and friends of friends show up at the house for a big party where between the dancings my father tells many hilarious jokes. This world is so magic in all its shades and different national celebrations. I wish all Christians a merry Christmas full of joy in the reunions with the families, and to those who have not a family or have lost their love to find consolation because family can also be chosen. To my Jewish friends in Tel Aviv that wish me merry Christmas I don’t know the etiquette in the answering as the birth of Christ isn’t really felt (a part in Bethlehem, Nazareth, the Christian sides of Jerusalem) – but I wish the best. To other religions I could wish peace to Buddhists, Induists  and Maoists… and to Muslims as well as long as they stay with their ideas where they belong and don’t attempt to kill to impose their visions and defend the porks (yes, that was the legacy from Anis Amri, the Berlin’s terrorist shot dead in Italy). I wish we wouldn’t kill but having terrorists tortured in the Chinese fashion until they give details… Killing is so dirty, it would be so unnecessary. But I am proud of Italian police and I hope our heroic policeman will be safe and have a lovely Christmas with his family too.


Carissimi, mi scuso per la pigrizia tale da non farmi neanche comunicare che ho finalmente finito gli esami del mio master in relazioni internazionali! Questi ultimi due esami di economia che mi sono lasciata per ultimi mi hanno stremata, nel decidere se accettare o meno un 25 in economia dei mercati finanziari continuavo a pensare a tutte quelle letterine tediose da associare a quei complicati grafici con le loro formule associate, e il mio cuore non ce l’ha fatta a pensare di tornare a rifarlo a gennaio, in un venerdì pomeriggio dove potrei invece essere in Russia a cercare di intervistare Alexander Dugin per la mia tesi. Nonostante ciò, soffro perché probabilmente mi ha tolto i punti bonus per la media e perché l’esame e la professoressa Sabani mi sono davvero piaciuti. Lei mi ha aiutata molto, è stata così disponibile e gentile a farmi esercitare nella prova intermedia, così umana nel ricevermi. Ha premiato i miei sforzi in questa sessione così difficile e non me la sono sentita di rifiutare. Beh, a dire il vero non me la sono mai sentita di rifiutare, anche quando a darmi due 18 sono state due incompetenti (una poi l’ho ripresa pubblicamente citandole il parere di Kissinger e Kaplan che mi davano ragione in mezzo ai colleghi). Mentre dobbiamo essere contenti comunque di non vedere più chi non se lo merita, salutare qualcuno che ci ha fatti crescere e migliorare è più difficile. Potevo migliorare di più, ma a che pro? Da un 14 nella prova intermedia sono passata a un 25 grazie al suo aiuto… e la premio facendole ricorreggere un altro compito, anche se perfetto? Guardare e passare, progredire con la tesi e puntare a laurearmi tra febbraio e aprile – senza pagare le tasse universitarie e anzi vincendo la scolarship per produttività e merito per il terzo anno consecutivo. É comunque una strana sensazione avere finito, non essere più portata a dare gli esami con il mio papà porta fortuna, bere poi con lui un prosecco brindando ai successi… Quanto è stato bello partecipare a questa avventura, quanto sono riconoscente alla mia famiglia che me lo ha permesso sopportando il mio stress, le mie serate spesso eterne prima degli esami… Passare un Natale libero dallo stress di un esame da dare a gennaio è un altro regalo per i miei cari, i quali voglio che siano fieri che inizierò il 2017 all’insegna della scrittura. E così chi legge questo blog vedrà le mie parole stampate all’inizio del 2016 sotto una foto romantica a Times Square ritratte: ho intenzione di scrivere di più adesso che ciò che ho fatto altro che l’università può diventare il mio futuro, come e più del titolo di dottoressa magistrale che acquisirò. Se scrivere era la mia passione tra lo studio e altre numerose, adesso eliminando lo studio o perfezionandolo la mia passione di scrivere deve diventare il mio lavoro  – così non lavorerò mai un giorno nella mia vita (cit. Steve Jobs)..!! Ma  voglio lasciare la retrospettiva di questo intenso anno e i propositi all’ultimo post che scriverò del 2016 – perché merita di essere approfondito in quanto così pieno di viaggi, successi, amori infelici e non, proposte etc. In questa sede auguro buon Natale a tutti i Cristiani, che per questo giorno si riuniscono e vivono una tradizione. Siccome di tradizioni ce ne sono poche in Italia rispetto a paesi che conosco piuttosto bene, come Israele e la Gran Bretagna, prego perché questo Natale possa essere sentito e vissuto intensamente e nella pace. Lo scrivo così accoratamente perché l’attacco terroristico a Berlino mi ha fatto molto male, mio padre mi ha chiamata sofferente mentre ero fuori per condividere il dolore che i genitori di quella ragazza ventenne rimasta uccisa al mercatino natalizio sentivano. In effetti lei potevo essere io, o chiunque altra. In un momento dell’anno in cui ci ricordiamo della famiglia e di tradizioni millenarie, le perdite sono ancora più terribili. Mia nonna ha perso la maggior parte dei suoi cari in questo periodo, e non è infatti amante del Natale. Tutto il mondo quest’anno ha assistito impotente ad un altro attacco efferato, molto simile a quello di Nizza. Dobbiamo perciò stringerci forte ed essere riconoscenti a quei poliziotti che hanno fermato Anis Amri, e soprattutto a chi l’ha ucciso – potevamo altrimenti vivere lo strazio di un attacco proprio sul nostro suolo. Fortuna ha voluto che non ci siano state vittime tra i nostri e che appunto il fatto sia avvenuto di notte. Peccato per l’uccisione, perché se fossimo riusciti a prenderlo e farlo torturare dai cinesi potevamo forse ottenere dettagli importanti. Ma era solo un pazzo fomentato che agiva sotto l’ispirazione, che voleva vendicarsi contro chi mangia maiale… e non c’è stata altra possibilità che la sua morte. Invece di vedere però persone che si scagliano contro il nostro poliziotto e scrivono il suo nome ovunque facendogli rischiare ripercussioni personali dovremmo rispettare il suo anonimato per proteggerlo, e fare come me, congratularsi senza nominarlo. Spero che passi un buon Natale e che la sua famiglia sia ben protetta. Buon Natale a tutto il mondo e a tutte le confessioni (meno l’Islam radicale), che anche se non lo festeggiano, un po’ lo sentono visto che noi Cristiani in questo un po’ di baccano lo facciamo. A presto dal Regno Unito, dove volerò per il Boxing Day, una festa tipica dei paesi del Commonwealth in cui regali tra amici e a persone meno fortunate vengono scambiati… un’altra festa nella pratica, e l’inizio dei saldi in molte parti!


Italy for ExIt

No wonder most of the journals –  The Economist, the Financial TimesThe Huffington Post to say a few of them – and media are talking about us, the Italians who have to go to vote and save themselves from a technical government and the disruption of their banks. Gosh we are meaning something after Brexit came true and Trump was elected. The establishment would like to be reassured about us following the path into slavery of Brussels after having lost its points of referrals. Mr Trump, unlike THAT BLACK MONKEY (and I am not ashamed of calling him in a racist way, if I was in a room with Bin Laden and Stalin and I had a gun with two bullets I’d shoot him twice) in fact announced his intentions to restore the special relationship with the UK.

I don’t think the European Union will come at the end of the queue anyway, as we are clearing our worms: after the hated Sarkozy was  cleared from the scene, the simply idiot Hollande “Flanby” resigned to be a candidate, and Italy has the option to choose where to be and I forecast it will vote NO to take her position between the new winners, having the possibility to choose a new premier that can stay true to the electors. Well, Renzi was never elected in fact… We were victims of a few golpes the last years. I actually like Renzi but he got spoiled by the establishment and it’s too late for him to change. This reform must be his ruin. Go beyond the tempting promises it gives: it cuts only one chamber and it will be elected completely differently by regional preferences as 95 regional counselors would be sitting there. So if eventually the government falls the Senate with its majority could sink every law passed by the opposition. Members of the Parliament would still not have to sign a mandate meanwhile and have their big immunities. So basically nothing changes – we’d go toward the worst. While if the NO wins we could write a better reform and actually vote whoever we want! This is honesty, this is a NO to the world who always denies my beautiful country.


Parlo agli italiani adesso e mi scuso con loro in quanto scrivo troppo spesso in inglese (troppo spesso non è corretto perché scrivo troppo poco rispetto a quanto vorrei) tradendo un po’ anche la mia ideologia nazionalista e anti globalista, contraria a questo establishment che invece vorrebbe cancellare ogni altra lingua e particolarismo per governare il mondo. Scrivo una tesi su Alexander Dugin che ha dovuto scrivere almeno 50 volumi in russo e ispirare le strategie eurasiatiche di Putin per vedere tradotti un numero esiguo di libri (e adesso tocca a me tradurre dal russo i suoi volumi di geopolitica centrali). Beh essenzialmente sto spiegando in semplici parole quanto questa riforma costituzionale faccia schifo. Se son tutti bravi a difendere la costituzione, allora perché non c’è indignazione nel fatto che questa riforma che dovrebbe cambiare per sempre il nostro sistema politico, è stata scritta e firmata da Maria Elena Boschi e Dinis Verdini – quest’ultimo grande approfittatori che in assenza di vincolo di mandato ha dato un altro colpo alla destra italiana? La costituzione è stata comunque fatta da tutti gli schieramenti politici e personalità eccelse prima di entrare in vigore nel 1948 – infatti è comunque vergognosa per il fatto di denigrare il fascismo che a parte l’alleanza con Hitler ci ha resi forti, accettando comunisti mentre in nome di quest’ultima ideologia si mietevano più vittime che con la prima. 95 senatori eletti dai consigli regionali, che si votano in date diverse dai parlamentari, senza vincolo di mandato e con ancora immunità esagerate. Ma non siete stufi di essere presi per il c**o..?? Mi dispiace per Renzi perché mi piacerebbe anche, all’inizio quasi l’avrei votato (non l’ho fatto comunque), ma è l’ultimo burattino dell’establishment rimasto, l’ultimo pedone che deve cadere per poter finalmente ricostruirci. Dopo che Sarkozy è stato eliminato pochi giorni dopo Clinton (avverando la profezia di Gheddafi),e l’adieux a “Flanby” Hollande, non possiamo rimanere indietro ai francesi – è una cosa impensabile in tutto, no? Se vince il NO non crolla il mondo e sopratutto non crollano i mercati, non dobbiamo spaventarci del terrorismo indotto da chi ci vuole comandare. Il mio pronostico l’ho fatto e come nelle altre due importanti occasioni elettorali servo da pura teorica perché pur essendo italiana non credo di poter fisicamente andare a votare perché sono in Inghilterra. Se lo cose andassero male sotto mandato di fidanzamento con gentleman dovrei finire dritta con una nuova nazionalità; un mandato piuttosto conveniente nello scenario internazionale attuale, no? Soprattutto quando si pensa di iscriversi in international relationships alla London School of Economics 😉



Go Donald!!! 

I spent months being attacked because I never doubted Donald Trump would have been the 45th President of America. And today, like and more the day after the BrExit, I am in utter joy for my power of forecasting. We risked a lot, world order was totally at stake. I wouldn’t have tolerated to see that woman occupying the House after that black monkey who presented himself like a novelty against a racist society behaved toward the rest of the world like the worst colonizer. From 1993 Hillary Clinton has occupied the political scene of the US first as First Lady from 1993 to 2001, then senator until 2009 when she was apointed Secretary of State. Does anyone recall what happened those years? The utter catastrophe: 9/11, the Subprime crisis, the Arab spring, the bombying of Libya and cherry on the top the creation of Isis and upheavals against the last dictator who keeps order, Bashar Al-Assad. I cut short a lot of s**it in the middle. It is the Clinton family who had power, she was acting on behalf of her husband who cheated her so disgustingly publicly when she held conferences for the banks gaining millions $ and spending most of them in a political campaign in which she professed to be closed to the immigrants, Palestinians and poors. Like all the left wing right thinkers she is incoherent and snobbish. She’d fitted well next to the best example of this disgraceful race, Carla Bruni – but at least she is an Italian beautiful example of the genre, despite how I personally dislike her.

She lost because she wouldn’t have been the first woman to the White House, her husband would have. Never challenge the roles of nature Billie.

Now we are back to order with a good Republican, a tycoon that speaks as he eats to the hearts of the people.  A new wave of conservatorism where the US will mind their business not tickling Russia with all NATO on its side and drag Europe into the Middle East’s chaos so to split the dead. I can’t wait to see how the next encounter of our Renzi with Trump will be! And France’s clown Hollande! French keep on being slapped 🙈😂

Last night was a radical shift in history and I couldn’t sleep until I saw Florida was gained. Welcome President! 


Cheers world 🍸