Up there hidden in the gallery, inside the Theatre of Italy, where every tragedy is transformed into a farce and the memory of the past is spoiled by the hereditary Alzheimer’s of a cynical and disintegrated society. From up there, they are watching the destruction they have created. How many are there? A million, two million? They live off our blood and they don’t even stop at taking the tiniest of drops. The annuities, the golden salaries, the election financing, financing for publishing, the feeding troughs of the Great Public Works together with the white-red cooperatives protected by the trades unions. They are true connoisseurs of the fixed job, of the lifetime’s armchair. Pasolini, in his poem called “Ballata delle madri” {Ballad of the mothers}, blamed them for having created sons of monsters, domestic pigs on sale for beetroot and some fattening feedstuffs, indolence and indifference. “Servile Mothers, for centuries accustomed/ to bend your head without love/ to transmit to your foetus/ the ancient shameful secret/ to be content with the leftovers of the feast./ Servile Mothers, who has taught you/ how the servant can be happy ....”
Yesterday at San Remo they asked for the receipts at the bar and the word “anti politics”, that’s the term used to refer to the wish of the citizens to participate, was thrown into the hubbub on the stage. Poor Italians, fucked and happy, disinformed right to the end. The billion in reimbursed election expenses, is not discussed, instead of being abolished on the spot, and not even the scoundrels who have taken advantage of the Fiscal Shield (I want a list of them online signor Monti!). How is it possible to stay inert in the face of a System that gives away 6 to 7 hundred million in direct financing to the newspapers every year and shifts the hands of the pension clock to after your death? From the gallery they are screwing us around and we are applauding them. They want to abolish the Provinces and they are electing provincial councillors. They are talking about the need for sacrifices and they are not renouncing any type of financing. Renouncing is easy, it’s enough to just give it back. To get money like the M5S has got it, doesn’t even need a law. When they arrest their councillors, as has happened in Apulia and in Lombardy, they carry on like defiled virgins and they go and hide under the robes of the priest.
We need to starve them. It’s the only exit route. Take away from the parties, the newspapers and the lobbies, everything right up to the last cent of public money. The M5S in Parliament will do that by example and with proposed laws. We are coming. Dinner time is over. There will no long be free meals. Pasolini analyses the present and future destiny of Italian society, its leadership class, the irreversible and violent end of a history lasting centuries.