As of 9.53pm tonight, Berlusconi has finally resigned as PM with his tail between his legs, fleeing from a back exit for fear of being attacked by the hoards of people cheering, dancing and toasting with champagne on the streets.
Italy has a long way to go before it can be whole again. However, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope from this wonderful news. We have some incredibly tough times ahead, but this is a small step firmly in the right direction, for the first time in fifteen years.
As a side note, I will be very interested to see what the reaction in the lab will be like on Monday. The professor there (a die-hard liberal) has inadvertently made a promise to throw a huge party if Berlusconi, a.k.a. Mr. Bunga Bunga ever got kicked out of office, mostly because (thanks to that famous Italian optimism I have previously described) no one really believed it would ever really happen. Well, let's see, will he
A) Bring cake, streamers and champagne for everyone, or
B) Grumble that it doesn't make any difference that he's gone since nothing is going to change anyway?
I'll be taking bets until Monday and let you know then ;)
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