What to an elderly gentleman ultra septuagenarian women like them may seem obvious. But at the same ultra septuagenarian like to have sex (on payment of € 50 000) with a Moroccan minors, I think that represents the pinnacle of suck. It therefore seems more than justified the decision of President of GIP in Milan, Dr. Gabriella Manfrin, who yesterday morning, leaving his office on the seventh floor of the Palace of Justice in Milan, said in a voice quite excited, the news that all waiting for: the demand for immediate trial, the serious crimes of extortion and child prostitution, out of the President of the Silvio Berlusconi. This time for the driller to Arcore will be hard to avoid the media and judicial shame: We are witnessing the genesis of one of the simpler processes (with accusations simple and convincing) that Italy has ever seen in its 150 years of life. Simple and detailed allegations that normally require answers as simple and detailed, I guess, this time Mr Berlusconi can not give. A concussion against some officials and police officers to free a young prostitute underage Moroccan (passed to the nephew of Mubarak ...) with which, says the indictment, the prime minister would have multiple sexual relationships. For an additional fee. Gravure stuff, whether from newspapers rose by half there was the highest political office in the country, the head of government. Everything starts from the road, as generally happens when the middle is a whore. A young prostitute accused of stealing € 3 000. Another adult Brazilian prostitute who warns the prime minister on the phone (how many prostitutes can have the private number of the Prime Minister ...?). A regional adviser (the premier dental hygienist personnel) to the accused madam that occurs in police headquarters in Milan to pick up a minor in foster care dropped immediately after the place where it came from the road. And then a fight between prostitutes, police intervention, the reports of service records. A series of coincidences and circumstances. But there is a certain synchronicity in this succession of women and prostitutes in the destinies and lives of Silvio Berlusconi. Women who follow him in Parliament (if lasicamo feel for their quality policies or sexual ones). Women who leave him. Women who pretend to love him and then get into trouble talking on the phone very badly. Women who ask for money. Women contend that if the. And women in uniform who have to undergo its pressure. Women who put him under investigation. Women who examined the substance of the allegations. Women who complain that the streets and women who will judge him. This time, Berlusconi, with his vice endemic for women, was a victim of himself. And its power. That was incredibly broken in front of the report of service of police officers who wanted to enforce the law and willfully seized in an abuse of its weakness. A prosecutor in reporting on this minor Moroccan going around saying the prime minister to attend and that maybe she wanted to blackmail him. Cross-checking and accuracy of the inevitable phone records that reconstruct relentlessly dates, locations and story lines. For 13 times, according to the indictment, Ruby (nee Karima El Mahroug) would spend his nights in that fiery Arcore. It was not because he did not know where to go. This sparked the investigation that is causing you to lose sleep at Caiman. Almost by accident, because of a minor bitch, this tale of sex looks like a grain of sand that will prevent a gigantic machine. A survey that was close to that phone call the night of May 27 last year and instead has opened a huge hole, with the intercepts, witness summonses, the identification of harem girls being part of Via Olgettina . And then checking accounts, bank transfers executed on behalf of Silvio Berlusconi (that idiot!), The stories of young girls coming disgusted by case Arcore, incredibly unique in telling the same scenes, the same rites of the bunga-bunga, now famous around the world. Now came the showdown. Berlusconi is called upon to defend themselves in court to tell his story, to explain why, on a warm May evening, he called the police station in Milan to leave a minor accused of theft, claiming to be the nephew of Mubarak. This time, I think, no pictures, no other word will add to this very heavy (and yet simple) framework of charges. Congratulations President ...
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