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Every time I see Pasolini on TV I can't help but stare in a kinda daydream. I never get bored of listening to the things he said. He knew we're ruled by pigs. Italy is dead, not him. Somehow I feel sad everytime cos they pretend we have the right to choose nowadays. But how can you choose between a gang of filthy-bastards-robbers and another one of spineless-sad-fucks?