“Voting is no different than televoting: only the TV is missing.”
“The most virile man is the boss of a political party: he has nuts under him.”
“On talk shows, politicians are liars out of necessity: if they try to say what they think, there would be an awkward silence.”
“Populists claim that mafia doesn’t exist. Mobsters agree.”
“When people’s balls are busted, they demand a politician with the balls. The problem is the basic product is currently unavailable: we only have the balls.”
“Being a windbag gives the politician three key advantages: going where the wind blows, climbing up high, and not being kicked in his ass by the electors.”
“Populists say that the Parliament is useless and expensive. Electors totally agree: a pub is a cheaper place to talk bullshit.”

By reading these “afoolisms” from “Polidicks”, where the similarity with “Politics” is not a coincidence, what was only suspected is now ascertained: often people in power turn out to be stupider than those who elected them.

Elisabeth V.A. was born on the 25th of July in an undefined year in the second half of the 80s, in an undefined country between the Alps and the North Pole.
Precision and geography have never been her strength.
She talks about herself in third person because she isn’t quite herself.
Attracted by the fashion world like many other girls, as soon as she arrived in Milan she went to a model agency, whose fashion designer was not gay enough, and after her first runway she run away.
Afterwards she worked in advertising as a copyrider, then she moved on because it wasn’t the best track for her.
After eighteen months of precarious employment in the Italian public administration she felt the need to enroll in Psychology, although perhaps Psychiatry would have been more appropriate.
One mid-winter night she noticed that a broken boiler starts working again if you insert the plug in the opposite direction.
She applied the same principle and after a failed experience of creative cooking and traditional writing, she reversed the polarities: since then she got into traditional cooking and creative writing.
She won the “Dumbest Self Marketing in the World” International Award.
Since she hates to show off, she founded the Absentialist Club, of which the publisher, graphic designer and webmaster are full members.
In line with the spirit of the Club, the volumes she has published are obviously absent from the shelves of the major bookstores in the world.
She loves Italian food (well, you can’t always be original…), downtempo/trip-hop music, satire, satyrs (if they existed…) and serious people, those who never take themselves too seriously.
She hates everything that is straitlaced (except for laced coffee), she can’t stand nuisance, especially public nuisance: the term includes TV, social networks, department store’s music, politics, gossip, compulsive stalkers, obsessive whatsappers, mass-producers of fake news, haters, and those who have nothing to say but they say it anyway.

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