Well, I would feel awkward if I didn’t continue the trend of focusing solely on your Italianality. So, from this day and until the day that I die—and regardless of what kind of character you really are—I will give you credit for and judge you against everything good ever to come out of, be a product of, or to be caused by, Italy and/or an Italian; however, it will only be fair to also blame you for and hold you personally accountable for any other deed or produce of the same*. From da Vinci to Mussolini, from Bolognese sauce to the Vatican City, it’s all you now, my friend. Don’t like my proposition? Feel free to challenge me to a duel at any time. I will always accept, as long as you agree that the duel will be set to my terms (I prefer to balance them in my favor). So you know I am a most reasonable man, give or take.
That’s just a heads up, though: I pride myself as being the most racist bacterium here. So don’t worry about it—everyone else is pretty much a hippie to the finest degree.
* not limited to