There is no accounting for tastes.
That’s what those who would disagree with me might cynically say. For contrary to public expectation, I’m going to side with Silvio Berlusconi now that Italy’s supreme court has convicted him as a tax fraudster.
If this turns out to be true, the majority of Italian tycoons should be condemned as well.
His business empire has for years paid millions in taxes to the Italian treasury, and I doubt whether those who accuse him of fraud have contributed as much. Yet their respectability remains not a matter for discussion.
He is certainly envied by the Establishment, primarily for his wealth and also for his lifestyle. His bunga bunga shenanigans have infuriated those whose puritanical face conceals a much darker side to their personality.
Sex today involving politicians is as rife as it has ever been. The maverick New York mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner is still going strong after having been caught sending pictures of his penis to women online. But his popularity hasn’t waned. Some might even say it has gained impetus in a world that seems to have embraced sex in all its forms, considering it a pleasurable pastime worth pursuing – even if it is for the hell of it.
Berlusconi is a character the likes of whom we seldom see on the political stage. He is a bon viveur, with a wicked sense of humour, who occasionally brightens our humdrum lives with his shekinah of wealth and his coterie of enterprising young ladies whose sexual favours he seeks, and, at the age of seventy-six, seems to get.
What man of that age will refuse such a plate of goodies, unless he’s a rampant fool who can’t tell the difference between his right arm and his left?
As for the present impasse that Berlusconi faces, I am sure we haven’t seen the last of him. He will rise again, and hopefully continue to make ripples in a political system that reeks of corruption.
I abhor the hypocrisy that people demonstrate when someone is down. You are revered when in power, to be denounced when the wall that protects you is demolished.
Berlusconi is worth preserving as a monument that reignites the virility of Italian manhood, which has of late lost its vibrant symbolism.