We have before a weekend of squares and contropiazze.
I think about it obsessively, the pace of upgrading the sites of the Republic, Al Jazeera, and general information: would there be so many reasons to take to the streets to make your head spin.
The act of addressing the RAI board of directors is a further step towards total enslavement of information to the government majority undoubtedly valid only for this majority. Each
satire must have a controsatira. Every public a contropubblico. For anyone who speaks on television, someone else must be present to support the exact opposite. Every journalist "left" must be balanced by a journalist "right": this means that every independent voice will take the party card to work in television, but not all. That any voice that wants to stand up publicly registered must declare which side of the fence is placed, after which they will be saddled with someone who will contradict him slavishly.
Marchionne announces plans for rebirth for himself, for Chrysler, for Obama, and leaves nothing to the Italian workers, if not the feeling of having been founded more than cheated, blackmailed, divided and weakened: Fiat metalworkers will be another year of layoffs, Marchionne another year of stock options.
If it is not enough, there is the Gelmini reform that begins to show its flaws: an article of the bill, written for the League, was declared unconstitutional by the Consulta even as it discriminates temporary teachers from the South, changing the province, should lose the points accumulated. Now that the students would be in support of their protest a decree of the Constitutional Court, all this takes a back seat.
Italy has awakened, or so it seems. A part of Italy, at least, the one that feels "different." Confessiamocelo well, the face of the rhetoric of good souls who have felt the Palasharp February 5: This piece of beautiful country feels a little 'best, if not in outcomes, at least in the degree of culture, aspirations, values, personal to Nicole Minetti I feel a bit 'better. To say that I feel better than all the girls who attended the various beds of the President, it is even an understatement. But I feel even better with all the servants who indecently plug the leaks in the ship's premier intellectual prostitution. But this can not be said in public. Egalitarians must show, to say that we feel different, even if only of equal value. If I felt equal to Minetti, but only "different", its presence in a board I regional outrage. I am outraged but the way it came to that position, I am outraged that conveys the idea that the practice of agitation the rear, scantily dressed in front of a camera is a way to work to pay any tuition fees or the 'aesthetics and sexual confidence are the only passport to the nerve center. I may not come from nowhere, I can be a failure. But I will defeat a woman with her head high with honor, culture and dignity. I'll be a better failure.
Better or just different, those Italians who are now saying "enough", I wonder where they were before? Which were sunk in lethargy wonderful, so much so that now seem to have awakened with a start, and all are intent to protest when we are paying for a fall, to react to everything that is happening.
The point is that absolutely nothing is happening now.
's all happened before. We have already helped, with silence, with the connivance of the parties, with the understatement, that all happened before our eyes. The
bunga-bunga, the commodification of the female body, hyper-sexualization, the fallocrazia are already successful when started Colpo Grosso Italy on 7 of Fininvest, that is, Silvio. But then watched the fathers, the mothers were silent, the children watched from behind the chair: it was again advancing, it was a harmless commercial broadcast, it was just fun.
The demolition of our Constitution, which is gnawed every day by new orders, was already in place when Bossi said that they wanted to use the flag as toilet paper, and we all laughed a taste of these four farmers who expressed more than a rude gesture words or at least turned their gaze half indignantly.
The Federalist was already crumbling when we all thought that the thousands of guns ready for secession were a joke, a fanfaronade: but now we cringe because the anniversary of the Unification of Italy is spent and spreads in ceremonies, and then you go every man for himself and God for all.
The media have been employed militarily when there was a fair trade-off between the benches of parliament and the law on conflict of interest was removed from the agenda.
's all happened before.
day before yesterday I was on the regional Ferrara-Venice, accompanied by four female students of Law at the second or third year, each wearing the economic equivalent of my salary, as long as I've had one. " They were commenting on mo 'of recorded conversations between the main up and dispose of calories from manicure to book, what had happened during a lesson that could have been of Ethics, in what seemed to understand, and lavishes praise to lavish one of them for having supported in the classroom and Fabrizio Corona was a great guy, who had made their own, an example to follow as a "champion of self-marketing." Shortly after insulting because two colleagues had argued that those who did not miss a episode of "Men and Women" is an ignorant individual. And while there were insulted that the professor had agreed. Then I got off the train, and never in my life so I thanked the heavens for the existence of the town of Rovigo.
This is an excellent summary of everything that has already happened. That is that one day we will not have a problem with red robes, blue or plaid, but ignorant of togas.
The machine is in motion for over twenty years, and has raised generations of Italians and Italian who believe that "knowing how to sell" is the only gift in the life, postulating, perhaps without even knowing that we are all human beings for sale on the market. Italian and Italian convinced that everything can be bought, who shell out a penny is the only source of cAMP and a right that he who does not pay should not be left anything. They have no shame
romantic dreams and live second-hand, hoping that a Prince Charming or a tissue known that their confidence and "choose them" in a shower of rose petals as in the transmission of Channel 5. We could say that they have a sense of limits, but those that have lost the sense of limits for some time, unfortunately, we are, now playing at the "different" means "awakened." The National
Biscione the shot bigger and bigger over the years has practiced the wild escalation of lies, opening vistas at fault in what you say and what you do, empowering them, making them lawful, and in the end, though reproaches in our living room, while in our indignation with top hat and walking stick, moving ever further away our sense of limits, the point at which one must say that enough, that is not acceptable and will not be accepted. We were anesthetized. In the era of institutionalized
paradox, we wake up and reclaim a limit which is now worn out and dilapidated old like a rubber band, without realizing che ogni controdiscorso non può essere fatto perchè un discorso vero e proprio non esiste. E' esistito, e ce lo siamo persi. Ogni protesta ora, come dice Eco, può solo salvare l'onore. Se non altro, come una genrazione di vecchi samurai che sfoderano la katana contro i cannoni inglesi, scenderemo in piazza, ad essere sconfitti dal nuovo che avanza, ma con onore.
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