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  1. Avatar Ru
    November 24, 2017 @ 10:24 am

    You’re a great writer – I envy and applaud you. This is one of your best posts. If you’re anywhere as decent in real life as comes across in your writing, you would make a great friend. Auguri.

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    • John Henderson John Henderson
      November 24, 2017 @ 11:30 am

      Thanks, Ru. What a compliment. I am a good friend. And I can cook, too.

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  2. Avatar Ru
    November 24, 2017 @ 10:24 am

    You’re a great writer – I envy and applaud you. This is one of your best posts. If you’re anywhere as decent in real life as comes across in your writing, you would make a great friend. Auguri.

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  3. Avatar jack h eberhart
    November 24, 2017 @ 2:34 pm

    “Donald Trump without a nuclear weapon” I love it! Keep up the good words.
    Jack

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    • John Henderson John Henderson
      November 25, 2017 @ 3:55 am

      Thanks, Cuz. Glad you’re reading me. I haven’t had much of a response from Italian men yet. I thought they’d’ be gathered below my terrace, torches in hand. But most of them agree they’re neanderthals.

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  4. Avatar jack h eberhart
    November 24, 2017 @ 2:34 pm

    “Donald Trump without a nuclear weapon” I love it! Keep up the good words.
    Jack

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  5. Avatar Julie B. Rose
    November 24, 2017 @ 3:30 pm

    Rome was the only city in Italy where I felt uncomfortable traveling alone. Very interesting perspective.

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    • John Henderson John Henderson
      November 25, 2017 @ 3:54 am

      Thanks, Julie. One question I’d like to ask all these men — and not just Italians — but … Does this method ever work? Does exposing themselves, grabbing a woman’s butt or forcing themselves onto them against hotel doors ever induce a woman to go, “Take me!” Who says yes? Who even said yes to Donald Trump? I hear some men say, try it 100 times and one will say yes. They want to walk around with 99 rejections? I don’t get it.

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      • Avatar Mary
        November 26, 2017 @ 7:03 am

        Yes! They don’t see it as 99 rejections. They see it as 1 win and that encourages them to keep trying.

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  6. Avatar Julie B. Rose
    November 24, 2017 @ 3:30 pm

    Rome was the only city in Italy where I felt uncomfortable traveling alone. Very interesting perspective.

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    • Avatar Mary
      November 26, 2017 @ 7:03 am

      Yes! They don’t see it as 99 rejections. They see it as 1 win and that encourages them to keep trying.

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  7. Avatar Mary
    November 26, 2017 @ 6:59 am

    What still surprises and repulses me here in Rome is how men manhandle me at the GROCERY store! They use their whole body. I used to stand at the short end of an aisle where nuts were shelved. Not any more cause when I stopped there, there was always a huge guy wanting through even though there was No space for two people.. But that never stopped any man, without a word they just kept walking, throwing me up against the shelving while they rubbed and pushed their way past me. Why? Never an Excuse me, never a May I pass? If I see someone in a tight spot, I walk around the aisle to an open end. Not these guys. I stopped buying nuts.

    Just a few days ago I was at the banana box. I wanted one banana. In no time some guy’s huge butt pinned me up against the banana box as it slowly grated its way across my own bottom. I couldn’t move until he was finished cause again there was Not enough space for two people in that spot. Instead of walking around to an open aisle, he saw nothing wrong with using his butt to apply hard pressure to mine as he passed me so he’s walking sideways across me. Again, no Excuse me, no May I pass? I didn’t see him coming. That got my High English going and no other man dared venture near the banana box until I left with my one banana.

    I find this behavior so crude and gross, no manners at all. I learned that the word Scusi or Scusa is for the Americans. I’ve Never heard an Italian say Scusi or Scusa. Once at the grocery store an Italian woman who spoke English came up to me and told me to stop saying Scusi or Scusa, marks you as a dumb American she said, those words are not used in the Italian language.

    I’m not going to stop bananas. I could go around the box and stop at the short end of the box. I’d be out of the narrow aisle. I’m just repulsed at how physically invasive these guys are in public in seemingly innocuous situations! I can’t stand it and will be on my guard from now on with screams, pushes and kicks.

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  8. Avatar Mary
    November 26, 2017 @ 6:59 am

    What still surprises and repulses me here in Rome is how men manhandle me at the GROCERY store! They use their whole body. I used to stand at the short end of an aisle where nuts were shelved. Not any more cause when I stopped there, there was always a huge guy wanting through even though there was No space for two people.. But that never stopped any man, without a word they just kept walking, throwing me up against the shelving while they rubbed and pushed their way past me. Why? Never an Excuse me, never a May I pass? If I see someone in a tight spot, I walk around the aisle to an open end. Not these guys. I stopped buying nuts.

    Just a few days ago I was at the banana box. I wanted one banana. In no time some guy’s huge butt pinned me up against the banana box as it slowly grated its way across my own bottom. I couldn’t move until he was finished cause again there was Not enough space for two people in that spot. Instead of walking around to an open aisle, he saw nothing wrong with using his butt to apply hard pressure to mine as he passed me so he’s walking sideways across me. Again, no Excuse me, no May I pass? I didn’t see him coming. That got my High English going and no other man dared venture near the banana box until I left with my one banana.

    I find this behavior so crude and gross, no manners at all. I learned that the word Scusi or Scusa is for the Americans. I’ve Never heard an Italian say Scusi or Scusa. Once at the grocery store an Italian woman who spoke English came up to me and told me to stop saying Scusi or Scusa, marks you as a dumb American she said, those words are not used in the Italian language.

    I’m not going to stop bananas. I could go around the box and stop at the short end of the box. I’d be out of the narrow aisle. I’m just repulsed at how physically invasive these guys are in public in seemingly innocuous situations! I can’t stand it and will be on my guard from now on with screams, pushes and kicks.

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  9. Avatar Giusi
    November 27, 2017 @ 2:04 am

    Thank you very much for your great article. I am Italian, female, and lived in Southern Italy for the first 30 some years of my life (after that I relocated abroad, something I had always wished to do since I was 8). I’ve been sexually harassed, although never raped, thank heaven, since I was about 10, in every place and by males of any age (starting from 11 and up to very old men), even by respectable-looking men in tie and suit, and bystanders, when there were around, have never ever tried to stop this. I was too ashamed to react when I was a teen and my only defense was to try and avoid these situations. I never dress in a provocative way, if that is a good reason to sexually harass anybody, like they want to make us believe. If we had to write all the episodes of harassment in the newspaper, they would have to print some big volumes every day. I think it is disgusting and it is not getting any better.

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    • John Henderson John Henderson
      November 27, 2017 @ 2:20 am

      Thanks for the nice comment. From a male standpoint, the most effective way to combat this is to humiliate them in public. Yell at them to get their hands off you, that they’re ugly and the only way they could ever touch a woman is what they just tried. That will make them think twice the next time.

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      • Avatar Giusi
        November 29, 2017 @ 12:41 pm

        Yes, now I would do it but at the time I was too shy. I’ll tell you a funny story I’ll never forget: in my hometown Bari, one of the favorite places for these disgusting beings are the buses. The line I used to take, the number 2, was particularly infested by an old guy, whom at the end everyone knew. One day, it was his unlucky day. He entered the bus and there were some older ladies from Bari Vecchia (the old town), who recognized him and started to yell at him in barese: “U pueeeerc (you pig), vid c te ne va da doo, schfuuss (go away from here, you bastard!)”. As a matter of fact, he took off immediately, all red in his face. Those ladies definitely knew what they were doing! 😀

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    • Avatar Kalena
      February 21, 2019 @ 9:39 am

      I lived in southern Italy for a year and a half when I was 23 to 25 years old (1986-88). I was a tall blue eyed blond from America and I did not blend in southern Italy, not a bit. Early on in my stay there, I was in Taranto on a bus with my working companion. We were standing and I was holding onto a pole to steady myself. There were about four 40 something year old Italian men on the back of the bus near where I was standing. One of the gross, disgusting men came behind me and before I could even blink my eyes had his hand up my skirt grabbing my crotch.
      I couldn’t believe what just happened, how in the world did he feel the Liberty to approach me let alone touch me, but most revoltingly touch me the way in which he did… Grab the hell out of me between my legs .
      My companion and I got off the bus, and to this day I’ve ever forgotten what happened to me there. It took a long time for me to even speak up about it. Why? Why? Why? Why in the world was I hesitant to say something to the people that I worked with there? I will tell you why.
      Because before I went over to that country to do service work, volunteer Christian work, I went through a series of trainings which included cultural classes and Ambassadorship classes on the ins and outs and the do’s and don’ts when living in Italy. In a nutshell, we were told that such Behavior was part of the normal culture of Italy and if something were to occur, to not make a scene, to just ignore and walk away… And that’s it!!!
      Again, I say… Why? Why not say something? Why not do something?
      That wasn’t the only incident. Later, when I was transferred to Bari, my working companion and I were on a very crowded bus trying to get to an appointment, or home… I’m not remembering now just exactly where we were headed.
      While on this crowded bus, as it stopped at the different stops along the way, the bus got more and more jam packed like sardines in a can. This very short Italian man began to rub his penis on my thigh. I told him to stop. He just stared out the window like he was in a some sort of a trance. What a freak!. That was it, I couldn’t take it I pushed my way out of the bus at the next stop and my companion followed. I was so angry, so shaken. I would never get on another overcrowded bus like that again.
      Clearly this Behavior starts Young, the older Italian men teach the younger how to mistreat,… no not mistreat,… Assault women. Once my working companion and I were walking to our church, 2 adolescent teenagers were on a bike. 1 on the seat paddling and the other standing on the back wheels that’s supportive passenger . They started riding towards us and before I could even see what was coming, the young man standing on the back grabbed my breast hard, almost like punching me, as they rode by… Laughing like it was some sort of a game. It Not only was an assault sexually, it was an incredibly painful experience. Overtime I developed a lump in that same area where I was punched and grabbed and to this day my mammograms always include an ultrasound … at times I would have to be scanned twice a year instead of annually because of that suspicious spot.
      My working companion, who went through the same cultural and ambassadorship classes that I did before we came to the country, and who was also a tall, blue-eyed blonde said was American too, and did nothing except to say.. Are you okay? I quietly cried from physical pain and emotional humiliation trying to suck it up and continue while we continued walking towards the church in which we were serving.
      In the third and last City and which I worked, on the island of Sicily in Catania I was standing at a bus stop with my working companion one evening. We had a very long day decided we were going to take the bus back to our apartment instead of walking home (as long as it wasn’t crowded). While standing there a young adult aged man drove up in his car, parked in front of us, pulled out his very large penis and started fondling himself. He was just standing there looking at us and other women walking by and masturbating. What a freak! If something like that happened in America the man would be arrested for indecent exposure (at a minimum I would hope). But therr in Italy, it was seen as part of the evenings regular happenings I guess. I looked to my companion and said “keep looking over there, and let’s walk home”.
      Lastly in that same city while sitting on a bus, on the single seat side of the bus a young man in his twenties, again in one of those weird Italian male trances, while standing and staring out the window like he was affixated in some other world, began to rub his penis on my arm and shoulder. I had had it, I was going home soon and I had nothing to lose. I should have stood up and made a huge scene. But instead I spoke quietly and directly to him and I said, ”What are you doing? We are not animals, wake up!!! ”
      What blew my mind, was what he did after that. He stayed in his weird Italian trance and just moved on, shuffling his feet sideways and began to rub up against the young woman sitting in front of me, close to my same age. What the freaking hell?! I couldn’t wait at that point to be no longer a part of the daily living in that culture!!
      Well I’m much older now, still tall, still blonde, but no longer young and naive and someday I will be returning to that country for the first time since my service work there in my twenties. I have grown to be a very strong, independent, and quite honestly a bit of an angry woman when I have any sense that a male is trying to dominate me in any way mentally, emotionally or physically. To this day I cannot stand in a line, for example in a grocery store, where a man is standing behind me and face forward with my back to them. I HAVE to stand sideways for fear I will be grabbed, touched or rubbed up against by the man standing behind me. I’m not talking about standing in line in Italy I’m talking about standing in line in my homeland of USA. The sexual assault I went through in Italy has had I lifetime last thing affect on me.
      Nothing has happened to me like that here in the USA as happened in Italy. But should something like that happened to me, when I returned for the first time to Italy oh, you can be guaranteed I will not be passive, not for one second. Like the woman who made the comment above, I will be the yelling, screaming, making a scene, type of person who lets a man in that country know there is no way on Earth I will put up with the disgusting, vile, revolting, Beyond freakish behavior from ANYONE!! No, no more passiveness. NOT EVER!!!

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      • John Henderson John Henderson
        February 21, 2019 @ 9:38 pm

        Incredible, terrible, horrific story. Will reply when I get time this weekend …

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  10. Avatar Giusi
    November 27, 2017 @ 2:04 am

    Thank you very much for your great article. I am Italian, female, and lived in Southern Italy for the first 30 some years of my life (after that I relocated abroad, something I had always wished to do since I was 8). I’ve been sexually harassed, although never raped, thank heaven, since I was about 10, in every place and by males of any age (starting from 11 and up to very old men), even by respectable-looking men in tie and suit, and bystanders, when there were around, have never ever tried to stop this. I was too ashamed to react when I was a teen and my only defense was to try and avoid these situations. I never dress in a provocative way, if that is a good reason to sexually harass anybody, like they want to make us believe. If we had to write all the episodes of harassment in the newspaper, they would have to print some big volumes every day. I think it is disgusting and it is not getting any better.

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    • Avatar Giusi
      November 29, 2017 @ 12:41 pm

      Yes, now I would do it but at the time I was too shy. I’ll tell you a funny story I’ll never forget: in my hometown Bari, one of the favorite places for these disgusting beings are the buses. The line I used to take, the number 2, was particularly infested by an old guy, whom at the end everyone knew. One day, it was his unlucky day. He entered the bus and there were some older ladies from Bari Vecchia (the old town), who recognized him and started to yell at him in barese: “U pueeeerc (you pig), vid c te ne va da doo, schfuuss (go away from here, you bastard!)”. As a matter of fact, he took off immediately, all red in his face. Those ladies definitely knew what they were doing! 😀

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    • Avatar Kalena
      February 21, 2019 @ 9:39 am

      I lived in southern Italy for a year and a half when I was 23 to 25 years old (1986-88). I was a tall blue eyed blond from America and I did not blend in southern Italy, not a bit. Early on in my stay there, I was in Taranto on a bus with my working companion. We were standing and I was holding onto a pole to steady myself. There were about four 40 something year old Italian men on the back of the bus near where I was standing. One of the gross, disgusting men came behind me and before I could even blink my eyes had his hand up my skirt grabbing my crotch.
      I couldn’t believe what just happened, how in the world did he feel the Liberty to approach me let alone touch me, but most revoltingly touch me the way in which he did… Grab the hell out of me between my legs .
      My companion and I got off the bus, and to this day I’ve ever forgotten what happened to me there. It took a long time for me to even speak up about it. Why? Why? Why? Why in the world was I hesitant to say something to the people that I worked with there? I will tell you why.
      Because before I went over to that country to do service work, volunteer Christian work, I went through a series of trainings which included cultural classes and Ambassadorship classes on the ins and outs and the do’s and don’ts when living in Italy. In a nutshell, we were told that such Behavior was part of the normal culture of Italy and if something were to occur, to not make a scene, to just ignore and walk away… And that’s it!!!
      Again, I say… Why? Why not say something? Why not do something?
      That wasn’t the only incident. Later, when I was transferred to Bari, my working companion and I were on a very crowded bus trying to get to an appointment, or home… I’m not remembering now just exactly where we were headed.
      While on this crowded bus, as it stopped at the different stops along the way, the bus got more and more jam packed like sardines in a can. This very short Italian man began to rub his penis on my thigh. I told him to stop. He just stared out the window like he was in a some sort of a trance. What a freak!. That was it, I couldn’t take it I pushed my way out of the bus at the next stop and my companion followed. I was so angry, so shaken. I would never get on another overcrowded bus like that again.
      Clearly this Behavior starts Young, the older Italian men teach the younger how to mistreat,… no not mistreat,… Assault women. Once my working companion and I were walking to our church, 2 adolescent teenagers were on a bike. 1 on the seat paddling and the other standing on the back wheels that’s supportive passenger . They started riding towards us and before I could even see what was coming, the young man standing on the back grabbed my breast hard, almost like punching me, as they rode by… Laughing like it was some sort of a game. It Not only was an assault sexually, it was an incredibly painful experience. Overtime I developed a lump in that same area where I was punched and grabbed and to this day my mammograms always include an ultrasound … at times I would have to be scanned twice a year instead of annually because of that suspicious spot.
      My working companion, who went through the same cultural and ambassadorship classes that I did before we came to the country, and who was also a tall, blue-eyed blonde said was American too, and did nothing except to say.. Are you okay? I quietly cried from physical pain and emotional humiliation trying to suck it up and continue while we continued walking towards the church in which we were serving.
      In the third and last City and which I worked, on the island of Sicily in Catania I was standing at a bus stop with my working companion one evening. We had a very long day decided we were going to take the bus back to our apartment instead of walking home (as long as it wasn’t crowded). While standing there a young adult aged man drove up in his car, parked in front of us, pulled out his very large penis and started fondling himself. He was just standing there looking at us and other women walking by and masturbating. What a freak! If something like that happened in America the man would be arrested for indecent exposure (at a minimum I would hope). But therr in Italy, it was seen as part of the evenings regular happenings I guess. I looked to my companion and said “keep looking over there, and let’s walk home”.
      Lastly in that same city while sitting on a bus, on the single seat side of the bus a young man in his twenties, again in one of those weird Italian male trances, while standing and staring out the window like he was affixated in some other world, began to rub his penis on my arm and shoulder. I had had it, I was going home soon and I had nothing to lose. I should have stood up and made a huge scene. But instead I spoke quietly and directly to him and I said, ”What are you doing? We are not animals, wake up!!! ”
      What blew my mind, was what he did after that. He stayed in his weird Italian trance and just moved on, shuffling his feet sideways and began to rub up against the young woman sitting in front of me, close to my same age. What the freaking hell?! I couldn’t wait at that point to be no longer a part of the daily living in that culture!!
      Well I’m much older now, still tall, still blonde, but no longer young and naive and someday I will be returning to that country for the first time since my service work there in my twenties. I have grown to be a very strong, independent, and quite honestly a bit of an angry woman when I have any sense that a male is trying to dominate me in any way mentally, emotionally or physically. To this day I cannot stand in a line, for example in a grocery store, where a man is standing behind me and face forward with my back to them. I HAVE to stand sideways for fear I will be grabbed, touched or rubbed up against by the man standing behind me. I’m not talking about standing in line in Italy I’m talking about standing in line in my homeland of USA. The sexual assault I went through in Italy has had I lifetime last thing affect on me.
      Nothing has happened to me like that here in the USA as happened in Italy. But should something like that happened to me, when I returned for the first time to Italy oh, you can be guaranteed I will not be passive, not for one second. Like the woman who made the comment above, I will be the yelling, screaming, making a scene, type of person who lets a man in that country know there is no way on Earth I will put up with the disgusting, vile, revolting, Beyond freakish behavior from ANYONE!! No, no more passiveness. NOT EVER!!!

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  11. Avatar Christine Smith
    December 7, 2017 @ 12:37 am

    I lived in Verona, Italy in the early 60’s, my Dad was stationed there in the Army. The Italian men would stop their cars and stare at my sister and I, we were young girls. I’ve been back to Italy several times as an adult and have been pinched and gawked at as if they’ve never seen a female before. I just accept it as part of their culture but I do feel bad for Italian women who have to endure this behavior their whole lives.
    Thanks for writing such an interesting article, I really enjoy reading your adventures!

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  12. Avatar Christine Smith
    December 7, 2017 @ 12:37 am

    I lived in Verona, Italy in the early 60’s, my Dad was stationed there in the Army. The Italian men would stop their cars and stare at my sister and I, we were young girls. I’ve been back to Italy several times as an adult and have been pinched and gawked at as if they’ve never seen a female before. I just accept it as part of their culture but I do feel bad for Italian women who have to endure this behavior their whole lives.
    Thanks for writing such an interesting article, I really enjoy reading your adventures!

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  13. John Henderson John Henderson
    December 7, 2017 @ 12:56 am

    Thanks, Christine. As I wrote, I think Italian men have curbed their behavior a bit. My old girlfriend said they mostly just leer. But buses? Don’t get on a crowded bus. Since I wrote this blog, I can’t count how many women have told me they’ve been pressed against in buses. My question is, how do men get aroused on a bus? It’s the least romantic place in Rome.

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  14. Avatar shinedowness
    March 2, 2019 @ 2:55 pm

    I find that the Italian culture values women for their sexual appeal more than their intellectual ability. The chauvinistic and sexist employment discrimination culture in Italy does not help get rid of that at all. Male Italians who run businesses have sexually exploited naive women by having them go to different countries for fake job opportunities just so their male buddies can manipulate the ignorant girls into doing dirty deeds for them. I know this by knowing people. It is sick.

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    • John Henderson John Henderson
      March 3, 2019 @ 11:51 pm

      I agree with you in that Italian culture exploits women’s looks, especially on TV. But where in the world did you hear Italian women are shipped off to other countries for fake jobs? Are you talking about sex slaves? I’ve never heard of that. Women come here as sex slaves but Italian women aren’t that naïve. My Italian girlfriend, a radical feminist, has never heard of that; my journalist friends have never heard of that. But one thing I will say about the Italian culture’s overemphasis on looks: At least people try to look good. It beats the hell out of the U.S. where two-thirds of the people — both men and women — are overweight, half of those being obese. Maybe if there was more pressure on appearance in the U.S., there wouldn’t be so many fat slobs. I love living in a country with beautiful people, people who care about how they look. In the U.S., so many people don’t give a damn.

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      • Avatar shinedowness
        March 14, 2019 @ 12:31 pm

        I am talking about the evil mafia in Italy that has replaced the evil Roman Empire that was supported by the evil Roman Catholic church made by Roman thugs in order to abuse and disempower women for the women to become raped livestock in order to birth out males for warmongering sociopathy to help strengthen the Roman Empire’s immoral filth that it was. The powerful mafia in Italy does some of the things that the evilly powerful people in the Roman Empire did such as rape women and bring them to different countries in order to be sexually exploited again regardless if the women are naive or not. The mafia arguably tries to keep people like you from knowing about it, especially if your girlfriend is a radical feminist. On the other hand, because of the Italian mafia being closely linked to the Italian government that instills fear into women if those women confront abuse, those same women will have a harder time telling the world that they have been abused for fear the mafia will blackmail or kill them. Italy used to be a warmongering Roman Empire country (which is why it collapsed because it was pissing people off), now it has become an evil mafia country (now I wait to see if the mafia collapses, too). Otherwise, the U.S. is run by sociopathic capitalism, which has caused people to become overweight/obese, depressed, lonely because of the individualistic culture it has, killed if they try to confront U.S. government abuse that hurts average people versus the very corrupt 1%, etc. There is an evil multiculturalism happening in the U.S. because of bribery and money only, not for justice. Mercy happens here in the U.S. more than justice. George Carlin has proved how the American culture is garbage that only benefits rich people, not families, not decent people, and not average people who want to be healthy, critical thinkers, and right in their actions instead of being nice doormats to the lowest common denominator. The U.S. has a corrupt healthcare system, a corrupt education system meant to corrupt the youth to make the average people become dumb enough and smart enough work slaves to benefit the rich sociopaths ruining their health for money, etc. Physical health is correlated with sanity. Your mental health is affected by how much pain your body is dealing with, how obese you are, how overweight you are, etc. Ancestors have to be careful about their habits and what they ate and drank if they want to have a higher likelihood of a healthy genepool that is capable of making a healthy and reasonable society. But, American culture doesn’t want that. No, it wants to overinduldge at the expense of the health of the genepool. Italians on average do a better job of making a genepool to create beautiful people by habitually eating and drinking in healthy amounts. Also, Italy has good weather for agriculture to help people thrive. Those things are really why Italians have a higher likelihood of being healthier than other people in other countries where there is not enough sun exposure or a lack of certain vitamins, minerals, protein, etc. in foods or drinks. The reason why so many people in the U.S. don’t give a damn is because American culture doesn’t give a damn about family values, justice, health, a justifiable amount of compassion, etc. If it did it would let parents have paid parental leave, the gender pay gap would be gone, BDSM that is in the spectrum of sociopathy and psychopathy would not be tolerated, pedophilia caused by religious sociopaths/psychopaths would be eliminated, crazy satanic celebrities would stop being worshipped, and the crazy Californian culture of stupidly high taxes, Bloods, Crips, Hollywood, the supposed Illuminati, etc. would all be gone.

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  15. Avatar shinedowness
    March 2, 2019 @ 2:55 pm

    I find that the Italian culture values women for their sexual appeal more than their intellectual ability. The chauvinistic and sexist employment discrimination culture in Italy does not help get rid of that at all. Male Italians who run businesses have sexually exploited naive women by having them go to different countries for fake job opportunities just so their male buddies can manipulate the ignorant girls into doing dirty deeds for them. I know this by knowing people. It is sick.

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    • Avatar shinedowness
      March 14, 2019 @ 12:31 pm

      I am talking about the evil mafia in Italy that has replaced the evil Roman Empire that was supported by the evil Roman Catholic church made by Roman thugs in order to abuse and disempower women for the women to become raped livestock in order to birth out males for warmongering sociopathy to help strengthen the Roman Empire’s immoral filth that it was. The powerful mafia in Italy does some of the things that the evilly powerful people in the Roman Empire did such as rape women and bring them to different countries in order to be sexually exploited again regardless if the women are naive or not. The mafia arguably tries to keep people like you from knowing about it, especially if your girlfriend is a radical feminist. On the other hand, because of the Italian mafia being closely linked to the Italian government that instills fear into women if those women confront abuse, those same women will have a harder time telling the world that they have been abused for fear the mafia will blackmail or kill them. Italy used to be a warmongering Roman Empire country (which is why it collapsed because it was pissing people off), now it has become an evil mafia country (now I wait to see if the mafia collapses, too). Otherwise, the U.S. is run by sociopathic capitalism, which has caused people to become overweight/obese, depressed, lonely because of the individualistic culture it has, killed if they try to confront U.S. government abuse that hurts average people versus the very corrupt 1%, etc. There is an evil multiculturalism happening in the U.S. because of bribery and money only, not for justice. Mercy happens here in the U.S. more than justice. George Carlin has proved how the American culture is garbage that only benefits rich people, not families, not decent people, and not average people who want to be healthy, critical thinkers, and right in their actions instead of being nice doormats to the lowest common denominator. The U.S. has a corrupt healthcare system, a corrupt education system meant to corrupt the youth to make the average people become dumb enough and smart enough work slaves to benefit the rich sociopaths ruining their health for money, etc. Physical health is correlated with sanity. Your mental health is affected by how much pain your body is dealing with, how obese you are, how overweight you are, etc. Ancestors have to be careful about their habits and what they ate and drank if they want to have a higher likelihood of a healthy genepool that is capable of making a healthy and reasonable society. But, American culture doesn’t want that. No, it wants to overinduldge at the expense of the health of the genepool. Italians on average do a better job of making a genepool to create beautiful people by habitually eating and drinking in healthy amounts. Also, Italy has good weather for agriculture to help people thrive. Those things are really why Italians have a higher likelihood of being healthier than other people in other countries where there is not enough sun exposure or a lack of certain vitamins, minerals, protein, etc. in foods or drinks. The reason why so many people in the U.S. don’t give a damn is because American culture doesn’t give a damn about family values, justice, health, a justifiable amount of compassion, etc. If it did it would let parents have paid parental leave, the gender pay gap would be gone, BDSM that is in the spectrum of sociopathy and psychopathy would not be tolerated, pedophilia caused by religious sociopaths/psychopaths would be eliminated, crazy satanic celebrities would stop being worshipped, and the crazy Californian culture of stupidly high taxes, Bloods, Crips, Hollywood, the supposed Illuminati, etc. would all be gone.

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