Once upon a time - and not just on days when he forgot to take medicine - my great-grandfather, Jimmy gave long speeches on anthropology. I did not even six years at the time, and postprandial than in the rites of the tribes of New Guinea would be back when I wanted to know my great-grandmother with ice cream shops. Some typical maximum of Jimmy, though, I was impressed, perhaps because he and my brother forced me to repeat Two singing in front of other members of the "Guinness, Whiskey and Anthropology Club," which, to the despair of my great-grandmother, meets four times a week in the living room of their house.
The great-grandfather's favorite phrase ever was: Yanks ARE Cranks, a phrase that summed up in three words his belief that all Americans, without exception, they were crazy. According to his theory, this collective madness due to the fact that in past centuries, the most enlightened European countries have made available ("available forced," says Jimmy, laughing) people not in possession of a fleet of mental health more or less able to reach the New World.
While drunk, members of the GWA Club were trying to resolve the concerns raised by the fact that while the criminals were sent to the east (in Australia), and the mad to the west (America), all of whom were criminals and madmen who ended up in Scotland *. I have never been to Australia, and when I go in Scotland never goes out of the tank, but what about the United States have had several chances to test the thesis of Jimmy. And do you know what? Perhaps he was not entirely wrong.
Forget for the moment the most evident symptoms of dementia of Americans: the fact that twice elected President George W Bush not only Ronald Reagan but also (do not know what we Convenga determine the choice of political leaders as a criterion for assess the mental health of a nation) and the fact that prefer American Football (that is NOT football, guys - you do not even use your feet!) or the fact that they consider necessary to write on the packaging of sandwiches REMOVE BEFORE EATING (in a country where a thief can sue the owner of a house in which he - the intruder - is hurt while plundering, it is perhaps legitimate to overdo the self-protection office).
No, forget all that and we move on to Lake MacDonald in Glacier National Park, Montana. The place is beautiful: as I wait for the shuttle that will take me up in the mountains along a beautifully called "The Going-To-The-Sun Road," I watch the squirrels playing on the sunny meadows front of the world's smallest post office. Suddenly, a squirrel climbs a pole holding up a sign and information when I get close to observe it better, run away. So I start to study the sign, the map, the suggested routes, timetables of the shuttle, the questions to ask the other visitors to the park ... The questions to ask the other visitors to the park? But I understand you correctly? I re-read with care: POSSIBLE QUESTIONS TO ASK
OTHER VISITORS TO THE PARK WHILE YOU ARE WAITING FOR THE SHUTTLE BUS:
In fact, there follows a list of questions like "Where are you from?" And "How long are you staying in the Park? "Do not I make time to read them all because at that moment the shuttle arrives. I climb aboard and sit next to a pretty girl dressed for trekking. "Hi!" He says, smiling. "So, where are you from and how long are you staying in the Park?" The look in your eyes and I realize that he is not kidding. I begin to fear, but these really are mad as Wire. JIMMY, HELP ME!
Oronzo * Oracle, a friend of Bari Vecchia, however, argues that the more psychotic and dangerous ever have founded a school for the training of politicians in Padania.
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