When they threw coins at Craxi at the Hotel Raphael, there were Italians there. Today challenging La Russa in the square there are Parties camouflaged as campaign groups. In 1992, in parliament, there were deputies and senators elected by the citizens, today only squalid characters “appointed” by the party secretaries.
The leaders of my balls, after the verbal clashes in the chamber go off to have “gnocchi alla romana” in the restaurant behind Montecitorio and they swap parliamentarians like in an album of “Panini figurines”. Indignation at so much per kilo, or perhaps it would be better to say per vote, distorts the faces of Franceschini and Bersani, representatives of a party that for 15 years has “saved” all Berlusconi’s laws. Fassino where the heck were you when there was the voting for joining together the local elections and the referendum on the nuclear issue? And D'Alema and Ms Melandri when it was possible to bring down the government with the vote on the Fiscal Shield. The former, with the air of one who can allow himself to take you for a ride declared: “I hadn’t understood that it was important”, the latter was on a reward trip to Madrid. In Italy there is not a government party and an opposition one, but a single party, as in the times of fascism. They swap around for giving a helping hand to the lobby for nuclear, for water in private hands, for incinerators and the “ad partitum" laws like the one on the Great Pardon that saved public administrators of all the parties from going to prison.
The name “Berlusconi” is banned from this blog. Today I am naming him for the last time and anyone who wants to discuss him has available to them all the online newspapers that don’t know how to talk of anything else, to increase their traffic or as an electoral calculation. They pull at my coat tails to make alliances with this fellow or that one. My response is simple: anyone who wants to can go with this fellow or that one but don’t break my balls. I have objectives, described in the Programme of the 5 Star MoVement, and God willing, I would like to achieve them. Alliances are a compromise between different objectives, and of these, as we have seen in recent years, not even one is achieved, apart from the occupation of armchairs. The objectives will be achieved by the citizens of the Val di Susa, the campaign groups for the public management of water, the group “no Dal Molin”, not by the parties that are nothing other than business groupings.
This website is deberlusconi-ised. Just by saying that, I feel lighter. To keep the elephant alive it’s necessary to keep on talking about it, to make it the centre of the universe. Once the elephant has been deleted, at the same time there’s the enchantment and even the collateral shit that is produced by a continuous rhythm. They will never give up (but is it in their interests?). Neither will we.