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10 February 2012

Veni, Vidi, Monti

To have the cover of TIME magazine devoted to Monti is more than deserved. The spread is under control. The bund no longer causes fear. The public debt is still the same as before, but it already has a better appearance. It almost seems rejuvenated. The Great Public Works are not stopping. The most important American base in Europe at Vicenza is not under discussion. If there’s a war, we are the first target, but we are proud of that. Our troops are joyfully safeguarding Afghanistan ("In Afghanistan marciam, il perchè non lo sappiam” {in Afghanistan we’re marching, but we don’t know why}). Italy is participating in the embargo against Iran. What more do you want from a faithful ally? A few nuclear warheads to look after at Aviano and at Ghedi Torre? No problem. They’re already there. Nuclear is banned in Italy but the nuclear weapons of the stars and stripes are always welcome like the memorable American bombings on our cities in the Second World War.
CDSs are spurting out from all the pores of the American banks. “L'enfant du pays” Mario has gone back home to Goldman Sachs, where he has spent the best years of his life. The Americans must love us, otherwise why have they not gone away since pitching their tents in 1945?
Veni, Vidi, Monti. Better than Julius Caesar in Gaul. The defeated ones are the unemployed, the companies that close down, the young people who flee abroad in tens of thousands, the pensioners who will die in the work place, the employees without rights. We are just at the beginning. When we get to the magnificence experienced by Greece, with mass sackings, and widespread poverty, Monti will win the Oscar for the best protagonist stuntman, the Nobel in Stockholm for the Recession and the Order of the Golden Spur from the hands of Ratzinger. Monti is not “amerikano”, he’s just a bit tanned. Obama loves him. It’s a banking affection, the one that stands up to everything and lasts over time.

Postato da Beppe Grillo alle 07:42 PM in Wailing Wall