Amletusconi

Montì, or not Montì, that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous justice,

Or to take arms against a technocracy,

And, by opposing, end them. To leave, to step aside…

No more, and by a step to say we end

The heartache and the thousand natural shocks

That politics is heir to: ’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To run, to leave.

To leave, perchance to bunga.