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Edict No.1 "Soviet + electricity are not communism, but a glass of Lambrusco!"

Carry (and the little man "Evve) the rally held by the Man in cashmere, henceforth called" Comrade Fausto ", his heart still full of Soviet pride" Comrades! The hour of revolution has struck! Of course a month (!? NDA) behind schedule but what can you do Russian, we are in Italy ... bbene blood volume, but has struck at last! The proletarian justice has run its course and now the Trotskyites and Chiamparino Bresso lie in blue-collar-studs at the Mirafiori Fiat Rivalta, assigned to the first-round painting galvanized metal "- cheers of jubilation," Now here solemnly proclaiming vobis er ... no ... azz ... announcement, I said, indeed proclaim the birth of the People's Soviet Socialist Republic with its capital Subalpina proletarissima Torino "- cheers, howls of joy, also a hint of" red flag "with a chitarrine and accordion -" I was saying ... birth of this new republic will be the first step of the reinvigorated Communist sentiment that pervades our country, a feeling of export-globalization forces that will bring the redemption of the world's only nation working toward a socialist to a 'one flag, the red like my wool scarf cashmere! "- riot of applause and tears of emotion -" The tired-capitalist reactionary forces - buuu various insults and in the background - as we encircle a small enclave in
a red carpet with stars and stripes, so dear comrades stringetevi around your Commander in Chief, me, and its Supreme Soviet for the defense of our little republic by the Yankees counter-imperialist neocon bombardaci ready to coca-cola and dvd Shwarzenegger! Comrades from all over the world, unite! "

And so, in the wave of the overall transport, we could see pensioners brandenti threatening copies of Liberation and threatening young altrattanto freakettoni bongos titan lifting windows are the envy to Jamaicans, all mobilized defense of our dear sickle & hammer.

The new dawn of communism to the taste of wet caoda has finally risen!

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Notes of a traveler in the land of socialism

it all began. Years ago, a classmate from high school told me "Turin seems a Moscow Bolshevik" and I obviously do not
or I could not believe it. But I've been holding the dream on a cold November day
(I would say almost Siberian!) Has come true! Caoticissima morning: a bustle of people on the street (put a little 'difficulty in the "Sunday walk") in front of the Fiat workers and principals and in Piazza Castello with unmistakable background music of the Third International and the smell of tortillas-like celebration of 'Unity and finally a riot of red flags have announced the arrival of the Revolution and the taking of the Palace of the Region! It 'was all a bluff: the Squatter anti-Olympic cyclical excesses, the hot August grenade as well as the voice of the movement raised
no-Tav were conceived as a azioncelle noise, smoke in the public eye
to hide the true revolutionary goal: the re-conquest of our ex-factory town! At any moment a man in glasses and cashmere will dawn on his forehead from the balcony of our "building Winter "and the flood of" r's "Fly arringherà the cheering crowd and decide the first attessimi edicts promulgated by the Soviets of workers (in chair). What else? I have tears in my eyes (it will be my neighbor with dreddoni is that I smoked his Cylum?), But I try to compose myself: I am a spokesman at the bottom of the revolution, a little 'friendly aplomb of an agent of the KGB, of course! Invitation to the Third World romanticism radical-chic, then! If you want, I will keep you informed about this growing adventure to the next revolutionary press release, then!