Berlusconi, The Political Rocky

There is a splendid phrase that I overheard the other day: ‘you can’t polish a turd’.

Vile, I know.

But when Silvio Berlusconi is likened to a fighter limbering up to face his next challenge with glee, in a manner akin to a political Mickey Rourke, a part of me curls with shame:

He said he was “invigorated” at the prospect of the fight ahead. Indeed his public face was to relish the battle. He allows no reflection, no regret, no carefully-constructed argument. The trials against him are “false, laughable, absurd”. He said he would defend himself in the courtroom and “make my accusers look ridiculous and show everyone what stuff they are made of and what stuff I am made of”. [Source]

Berlusconi, ti odio tanto, tanto ad infinitum.