On the circularity of racism

Whenever I see the top of Calderoli's head on television –  this atlas and epitome of Italian stupidity - I can’t help but think of a real bowl of shit. His head  also makes me think of an urn containing its own remains.  I can’t imagine him riling up an audience but it shouldn’t be too difficult for his followers to wash out this urn into the sink. It would serve very well for their homemade racist freak feculence.