The blog has come into possession of the contents of a (true or presumed) spiritualist séance held by the medium Marcello Dell'Utri in which the spirit of Benito Mussolini was evoked.
”What is this new fascism that the old and new enemies are all clamouring against, and I would say rightly so? Let me who proudly launched it into the world, be allowed to respond to this question. Let’s speak clearly: my fascism has the same relation with this nothingness, as an original has with its caricature. My government had Gentile and this one has Gelmini, Bottai and this the ephebe and woolly Bondi, more a larva than a man, a worm who would never have faced up to a circle of fire. Balbo was a magnificent Minister of Aviation at the age of thirty three, and he achieved the first flight across the Atlantic with an air squadron. They named a street in New York after him. Today he would be a “precarious” worker or a sales assistant in a department store. The black shirts who died cannot defend themselves from Fini, named in fascist language "er caghetta" {the shit} for the pugnacious spirit that he has always shown, nor from the filthy and charlatan-esque representation of one called La Russa. My errors do not justify this mockery. Fascism was better and worse than all this. Fascism with its mistakes and its horrors, died with me. I was hung up in a square in Milan, not far from the hall in Piazza San Sepolcro where the basis of my ideal construction started. Leave me in peace. Anyone representing me right now is a traitor, a braggart, a mafia person, a freemason. Prefect Mori shot at mafia people who now have seats in Parliament with Berlusconi. What’s the difference between an obvious dictatorship, the fascist dictatorship and a hidden one, but only for those who do not want to see, the “plutomafiomassonica” one in which you are living? Not even one coin fell from my pockets while I was upside down in piazzale Loreto together with Claretta Petacci, who was my favourite one, but because of this she never became a Minister. The richest man in Italy has become your master. I was a socialist before being a fascist and I shared prison with the socialist Pietro Nenni before becoming “il Duce” and ordering the death of Matteotti. If I were alive now, I would buy up every socialist, and all at a good price. Instead of Matteotti I would have to face up to Gianni De Michelis and Claudio Martelli. The race laws were my gift to Hitler, the ideological basis for an infamous alliance. The xenophobia of the green shirts has substituted with the racism of the black shirts. History repeats itself. It was destiny that says that Italy, after the tragedy of my time, should live through the farce of your time.”