My Dad was Italian. 100%. First generation American. His parents direct from the "old country" as a married couple, right through Ellis Island.
I have always been said to be "just like your Father". (Particularly by my Mother.)
I just assumed she meant the cute, outgoing personality, and funny parts.
Because, otherwise, I was just "American", if you will, because Mom was Irish/English, and so I wasn't surrounded by two extended families of only intense "Italian-ness" and lived in California, so didn't really imbibe what one thinks of as the very ethnic "Italian-American" culture one associates with the East Coast.
However, blood is blood, and it turns out...given the hilarious descriptions in this column...that I turned out pretty damned Italian after all.
There was some serious (figurative) mirror gazing going on during this read...!
NOTE: I do not necessarily agree with the political conclusions of this writer, but I sure was enlightened and entertained by his ethnic commentary and the self-awareness it prompted!
It is not about an actual God or actual faith. It is a Mad, Dark Fraternity that permits its members to act out the most barbaric acts they can think of to fulfill their disturbed psycho/sexual perversions.
"If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom,go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or yourarms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you.
May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen." -Samuel Adams