The rubbish swindle
"Ch'aggia fa jè? Ch'aggia faa? No, then I want to clear up something – even for the unauthorised spectators who are watching from their own homes. It’s marvellous! Well then, what I want to clear up with you is that I am incredibly embarrassed because these young people on the committee that we are in contact with called me and asked me to come down and what is the idea? Why am I here? What’s the meaning of my presence? Yes, the idea of gathering together a few people and that’s OK, but above all to get a message across to the media, to the TV stations.
Hang on. Don’t applaud too early! Wait! Well then, this role of intermediary of the means of communication is no longer valid because they are no longer mediating anything. We need to find another way of communicating these things to the rest of Italy. So then, I have come here, I have been out for a spin with them. Shall I tell you what I’ve seen? I’ve seen the delirium of anything. I’ve seen the third infantry brigade that was in control of the tins of tuna. I have seen the “Bersaglieri” {riflemen} who were impounding a dog that had a bag of rubbish in its mouth.
I have seen the barbed wire, I have seen the machine guns. As soon as they saw me, they arrived with a tank, an eight-ton panzer! We have absolutely no hope of having demonstrations against the military. They have laid out barbed wire. They watch us and they preserve the territory.
I want this law to be clear why the military are here. This law was done by signor Prodi and the Left just a fraction of a second before they left office. Remember this stuff. So if it is under a military siege, even a mayor that says to his own population that there will be a rubbish tip there or that they are going to construct an incinerator there, or that right there they are about to construct a nuclear power station, just for having said that, he is risking five years in prison. So it’s necessary to search out other forms of carrying on the fight!
Here, ladies and gentlemen, rubbish, I can say this as one who lives in Genoa, and I don’t even want to say that we won one-nil with Naples “tiè tiè”! I don’t want to say that. I don’t want to say that and I won’t say that. However, I’ve come here just to tell you dear ladies and gentlemen, that by now the rubbish is a publicity stunt. It’s of no interest to anyone. Gentle folk, you are like an Indian reservation. There’s the battle between the Indians and the cow boys. Here the rubbish is of no interest to anyone! Toxic noxious rubbish and nuclear waste is no longer of interest! What is causing annoyance to the rest of Italy is you lot! You lot, with these strange illnesses that you say you have, this pain that you have just thrown down there! It is your pain that is so annoying! It has to be a silent pain. Well then, will you get it into your heads that you have to suffer in silence? This is what they want. With XXXX that we suffer in silence! Well then, here the camorra has become literature that sells books. It sells newspapers. They’ve got names: Cicciuzzo... what’s he called? Cicciuzzo Mezzanotte {Midnight Cicciuzzo}! Toro seduto {Sitting Bull}. Sandokan!

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