The dog it was that died


There is an old poem by a chap named Oliver Goldsmith called "An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog" that contains the famous line reference above. This is especially apropos in light of recent news that one of the Hard Right's favourite trashy dirty girls, an Italian bird who goes by the name of Paola Saulino, had to suspend her very special tour to say "thank you" to all of the Italian men who had voted "NO" in their country's constitutional referendum back in December 2016, after being bitten in the face by a dog.


One has to wonder exactly what it was that she was doing that caused her to be bitten by a dog... or maybe we should not do so. Some questions simply should not be asked.

You may remember young Ms. Saulino from back in 2016 when I wrote about her most commendable efforts to thank the men of Italy for performing their patriotic duty and preserving their country's sovereignty against usurpation by the EUSSR's technocrats in Brussels. I was quite impressed by the fact that she was willing (and able) to keep her word.


It must be noted, however, that she did scale back her promise considerably. She initially promised to perform oral sex on EVERY "No" voter- and, to the considerable amusement of yer 'umble author and a certain Grand Strategikon and Excruciator Majoris of the Evil Legion of Evil, she did not specify whether her efforts would be limited only to men.

Ms. Saulino subsequently modified her promise to blow "only" 1 million people, and apparently honoured her commitment to about 400 men last March. Obviously, though, she has rather a long way to go.


Looking at this chica's Instawhore page- and boy, is that appellation appropriate in this case- one is much struck by the fact that her most recent photos show no evidence whatsoever of a dog bite on the face. So one has to ask whether she actually did get bitten, or is just using the dog bite as an excuse to give her much-overworked jaw muscles a bit of a rest.

Either way, this is one of those stories that never really stops being funny.


Oh, and don't worry, this does not count as this week's serving of epic and gratuitous bewbage. Don't get me wrong, this chick isn't bad looking at all, but she is a bit of a butterface, and I know damned well that I can find much, much better.

The only point of this post is to remind us all that sometimes, life imitates art, in very unintentionally funny ways.

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