Posted by Michael Williams on
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      I found your post by Googling "Sicilians are disgusting" after seeing ugly pictures of Sicily while looking at pics of Isola Bella on Lake Maggiore near Milan, which really is a beautiful island. I'm reading a book about Napoleon and he took Josephine there. Apparently Sicily also has an Isola Bella that's just a rock with weeds on it. Anyway, I really liked your rant and found it quite informative and amusing and honest. I didn't know Sicilians were inbred or behaved like trailer trash. Not that everyone who lives in a trailer is bad. But if you have ever lived in a trailer park, you know that there are always those certain individuals who belong there in the trailer park and rightly so. Nosy, loud, annoying, pesky, rude, petty, criminalistic, tribal with countless relatives who will hound you like hyenas if just one of them doesn't like you. Yeah, that kind of evil vermin undeserving of life.
     I have disliked so-called Sicilians for a while now. Ever since I dated a Sicilian girl 8 years ago from New Jersey who moved to Florida with her mother and sister. All three of them were those colorful adjectives used above to describe trailer trash. Especially the mother. A few more words to describe her would be: sanctimonious, bitter, two-faced, evil, arrogant, insulting (though inferior, with nothing to be arrogant or insulting about). She once bragged that she made $50 spaghetti soo-wahce (sauce). Did it have cocaine in it?
     Oh my God, their accents were disgusting. Worst accents: New Juy-sey, Russian, New Yew-ahk, Georjuh, Jewish, Yankee, Mexican. Remember that episode of South Park with the vile Jersey Shore subhuman filth? They sounded like that, only worse, because they enunciated everything so slowly with their worst of all accents on Earth. And they never stopped talking. Yet they never said anything worth hearing. I don't know whether it was because they were females, but they would drone on about nothing for hours. Telling a story about their day that never ended. So each day was its own unique version of hell.
     Let me give you a taste of hell... So today I had to go to the sto-wah. So I get in my cah and turn the key. An' guess what happen'd then. It wouldn't staht. So I troy'd again and this time it stah-ted. So I'm driving to the sto-wah and this guy cuts me ow-ahf and I catch the red loyght. So I'm fixing my makeup at the gosh dahn loyght and guess what I see in the rearview mi-rrah. An old me-an picking his nose in the cah behind me. So I holler out the windo-wah, 'I see you old me-an'. So I'm still driving to the sto-wah. Will I evah get theh? Maybe in a couple ow-ahs, but for now I'm just content on towahking foah-evah about HELL!!!!!!!! Christ! I'd rather be crucified beside you! End my suffering Savior whose existence I doubt.
     I'd like it if you would actually describe an encounter or dialogue you've had with the hairy, sweaty, apelike, bestial inbreeders. If it's no trouble remembering.
     It's been a pleasure by the way. Except for that harassing troll Ty-something, Tyler maybe? It's been fun learning truth no one ever talks about. Best of luck to you. I know what it's like living in a Twilight Zone. I grew up in a sick town filled with backwards uneducated hicks who thought I was the weird one. Just be glad you're not one of them. I would remind you of how strong you must be. If you grew up in the lap of luxury you might be a spoiled, uneducated, brainwashed sheep like everyone else. I'm happy to know you exist.
     Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I went to Italy when I was 14 (1998); b.1983, 37 now. Though extremely poor growing up, I won a geography contest in 8th grade and went to Orvieto, Florence, Rome, Pisa and Assisi with 150 kids from around the US sponsored by Parade Magazine. Everyone [Italians] was great except the Senegalese, Flo-di-dah, my mother born in Flo-di-dah!, peddling their broken watches and worthless string bracelets, intimidating money out of innocent American children. I haggled with them and got 3 for $5 instead of $5 each (donated funds). 2 of my friends were afraid of them and came to me for help. That was at The Spanish Steps. They did scheister $25 (again, donated) out of me for a nice looking watch in Florence, but the small dials didn't work. Oh well, I learned my lesson.
      We also went to a middle school in Rome. All the girls liked me. Unlike in real life. I was the poor kid in real life. No girls liked me. All the boys wanted to be my friend. Unlike in real life. It's like that now. Men always want to be my friend. Blacks, Mexicans, Whites, but I don't want any friends. Definition of Irony!!! 2 girls at the Duomo in Pisa said I was, "very beautiful". Too bad I was so shy and had absolutely no self-esteem. Unlike now, I'm overflowing with confidence bordering on arrogance. Though I try to be humble and nice and I really am. Oh well, such is life. Italy was beautiful, especially Firenze. I loved Florence so much. So, so beautiful! Rome was just so-so. Meh.
     But I don't like Sicilian-Americans. All due to one family. We should all remember, we're not representing just ourselves, but our people as well. Take care brother. I hope you've found happiness.
     Hope you respond. Or others. I'm a bit (entirely) of a recluse with no friends. But that's how I like it. I don't mind conversing in small doses online, but the whole friend thing isn't for me. Actual friends are too much trouble for what they're worth.