The Restaurateur of Punta Marina in the province of Ravenna, who offered a Christmas dinner for Italians has caught insults of all kinds from the usual fankazzisti antiracist Left, the accomplices of Islamic terrorists who slaughter Christians and favor an ethnic replacement with all human garbage.
Now you can not even decide who to offer lunch to. If you do not help a couple of immigrants, ten refugees, and at least three unfortunates who come from ‘Africa in the company of perhaps a dozen asylum seekers, you’re a racist vulgar to be marked with fire. It happened to the Moriconi family, restaurateurs of Punta Marina, in the province of Ravenna. Marco, the owner, decided together with his two children to invite to Christmas dinner those who are having a hard time, 23 people in all.
Moriconi puts the record straight: I asked them to send me Italian families because the crisis is having devastating effects on the Italian of the lower classes and the former middle class, who have not tools to appeal for help.
They will never be the first in the rankings of public housing, have no per diem daily. In short, since the place is mine I wanted to give priority to families and people with Italian identity. Instead of thankfulness they have been met with everything from being a called a racist, lousy, cursed, and all the usual series of insults. Meanwhile the employees of the “racist” would sit elderly, single people, people who are glossed over by the state and families with children without the beak of a penny. The waiters were moved and they served spaghetti with meat sauce, a grilled meat, the sausage, potatoes and even a dessert.
The owner said there are many Italians who suffer and do not know what to do, that he has known suffering and now wants to help those who know the same desperation. People who have paid taxes, obtained loans, and spun the economy of this country, their country. A speech that is flawless, accompanied by the facts: I feed the poor, at my expense.
These idiots should be clarified of some things. The first. Each with their own money does what he wants, I can redirect it to one born in Burundi as to who was conceived in Canicattini; I can throw my money out the window, or choose to give them away to those who have blond hair and blue eyes. Without anyone to break my so-called, or accuse me of being a kind of Nazi official.
We are practically certain that if the owner of the inn had decided instead to reward the migrants he would be filled with praise, and he would also have received the praise of the Speaker of the House,. The good, the selflessness, with such generosity. In short, the story of Moriconi would have been exemplary.
If you arrive by boat in Italy you find the bonanza, thousands of people who welcome you with open arms. The institutions at your disposal and even a rapper, Bello Figo, ready to sing your deeds. If you dare to cook a plate of pasta for a homeless person, you are vilified and dragged thrown into a sewer.