Monday, March 8, 2010
Piero Marrazzo was forced to step down as governor of Rome's region, Lazio … Prosecutors have now opened homicide investigations into the deaths of two people intimately linked to Marrazzo, Brazilian transgender prostitute known as Brenda, and a Rome-based drug dealer…” Time Magazine
It’s not often Americans can preach the virtues of underachievement, but wow, I don’t think our guys have ever nailed that triple salchow. All we’re known for is a hard fall from a single lutz.
Now our politicians seem all Herbie the Love Bug compared to La Dolce Vita being celebrated over in Italy these days.
Call girls on the credit card? The Washington version of senior prom.
A wet footsie under a public toilet stall? Romantic.
Mark Foley texting congressional pages? A poet.
And to think we all dropped our fork when what’s-his-name jetted off for Brazil to see his girlfriend. That wouldn’t make an Italian even look up from his plate. In fact, if that's all Marrazzo had done, not only would he still be governor, he'd be on the fast track to sainthood.
The ordinary citizen over there handles these scandals much better than we would, but then, they’ve had centuries of practice. Modern Italy was weaned on your Fra Filippo Lippis and Lucrezia Borgias. We’ll forever be the younger country, where arguments over fabric and stain removers can threaten to topple a government.