Despite my claims of immortality and unrivalled moral righteousness, I realized I’m still human after all.
For why hasn’t it bothered me when I saw the bloodied face of Berlusconi in the news yesterday? In fact I felt that kind of happiness many earthlings consider as the most genuine of them all: Schadenfreude, the pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.
In my search for answer about my unbelievable lack of empathy to this man, I just had to recall the following news items about him:
- he told the 18,000 people evacuated to live in tents after a powerful earthquake in Italy to “treat it as a weekend of camping”
- after allegations of sex orgies at his residences, with women as young as his daughters, he denied paying for sex remarking, “it takes away the thrill of the conquest.”
- he once said to a lady politician, “You are more beautiful than intelligent” on live Italian TV.
- he tried to influence Italian laws to give him immunity from prosecution while he remains in office.
What made the attack even sweeter was prior to it, he exclaimed during the rally, “I am not a monster as the opposition claims — and not just because I am handsome.” Well, you will definitely be handsome after your plastic surgeons fix your missing two teeth, broken nose and some extra adjustments here and there.
Ok, I don’t condone violence towards political leaders. But throwing pies, eggs, shoes, replica of the Milan cathedral, and other non-lethal objects to politicians suffering from serious disconnect from reality is forgivable.