I hate the Left
I hate the Left of the cantors of ideological nothingness,
of the moralists, of the intellectuals, of the philosophers
always busy giving lessons.
I hate the Left of the negotiations under the table
of the mess-ups, of the silences, of the voting in Parliament for the Great Pardon
and the absences in Parliament for the Fiscal Shield.
I hate the Left that has transformed the Opposition into a caricature
the self-referential Left that tolerates no one that is to their Left and has dialogue with mafia people and P2-ists.
I hate the obtuseness and the cunning of the Left
the detachment from the workmen, from the “precarious” workers,
the haughtiness of its journalists, masters of the sole thought.
I hate the Left that has forgotten workmen, the “precarious” workers and the unemployed,
the Left of the Trades Unions that have disappeared, of the incinerators and of privatized water,
of safe nuclear and of parliamentarians that earn a pension after two and a half years.
I hate the Left of the party treasurers that are raking in hundreds of millions in reimbursement of election expenses
and that organise party festivals all year round.
I hate the Left that Is no longer Communist, nor Socialist, that puts forward as candidates De Luca in Campania and Carra in Parliament and that sings the praises of Tronchetti and Marchionne.
I hate the Left that attacks Berlusconi in public, the one who has gifted them TVs, riches, impunity and who has never done a law on the conflict of interests,
the Left that asks 10 questions on Naomi and on D'Addario for a whole summer
and that for 15 years has not asked a single question on the brains behind the death of Borsellino.
I hate the Left that has forgotten Pasolini, Berlinguer, Pertini and that wants to rehabilitate Craxi, the Left that if you are not on the Left you are on the Right and if you are on the Left you have to do a coalition with the “progressives”.
I hate the Left that gets its nourishment from Berlusconi-ism and anti-Berlusconi-ism in order to survive,
the Left that never discusses programmes
but talks about people, adversaries, equilibriums, armchairs, voting percentages, and candidates.
I hate the Left of the TAV, of the American Base at Dal Molin and its cement cooperatives,
the Left of “work, work, work!” of Fassino and his wife kept in Parliament by generations of Italians.
I hate the Left of the Regional Councils in prison for bribes, of Campania transformed into a rubbish tip by Bassolino,
of Chiamparino’s " waste-to-energy plants", of the conceit of the party functionaries.
I hate the Left of the terribly bad “Richelieu” that put together coalitions and alliances in the shadows.
I hate the Left who, so as not to lose votes, suffocate the Movements of the citizens in its rational and reformist enclosure
where sacred cows with white beards are grazing, and if it doesn’t succeed, they invent bogus stuff so as to occupy a political space.
I hate the Left, as I hate the Right, for their ability to take oxygen from ideas, for the division of citizens in factions, armed one against the other with the politicians acting as referees,
for the destruction of just the idea of a future.