Italians don't want to be Italian

Everyday I become less and less Italian. I go grocery shopping at Loblaws once despised buy any self righteous Italian to buy Italian bread. Bread which has a thin crispy crust, soft and chewing inside like wonder bread, it's fake Italian bread. I buy tomato sauce, which says it's Italian but made in Etobicoke by non-Italians working in a factory owned by who knows. I buy frozen pizza and "It's Delissio Not Delivery" made buy Kraft foods, yes Kraft Foods! Stop prostituting my culture! I go to the food court for lunch and some Asian woman behind the counter asks what type of sauce I want on my pasta! Every hole in the city now serves espresso or dirty water. I go to the liquor store to buy wine. What normal Italian would ever buy wine in a bottle…you make it. I don't have a vegetable garden because I live in a condo. Any Italian without a vegetable garden is like a politician without a lie. I watch documentaries about Italy hoping to get a glimpse of my roots because I've never been there! I'm thinking about buying a book called Learn to Speak Italian because I only know a dialect. This is sad. The only thing I have left is my really Italian name, is that fake too? It's time to change my name, I shall be known as Adrian Palmer.