
As in America, so in Italy—Silvio Berlusconi refuses to concede the election. Crucial absentee votes, demands for recounts, questions about discarded ballots: it hits a bit close to home. But the current results favor challenger Romano Prodi. If you’ll forgive the allusion, smart money says that the center-right cannot hold.
And so, an Italian song for an Italian story. Or at least, an Italian-y song. The Interns made various hand-waving arguments for the authenticity of the composition, mentioning (more times than one ought to) the notion of gondolas and lasagna. I suspect their credentials on the subject are largely restricted to interactions with a certain ubiquitous Italian plumber, but, well, what does one do?
Often, one drinks.



