There’s a September 8th atmosphere. Politics is sensing the smell of a tornado in arrival. Preparations are being made. Italy had its chance to change in 1992. It failed. The winners are the lobbies, the gangs, the mafias. The second Republic died in its cradle.
After the mafia-led slaughters in the whole of Italy and the death of Falcone and Borsellino, everything has finished. The 61 to 0 of the Forza Italia seats in Sicily cannot be matched, not even Ceaucescu in Rumania managed that. Mafia Pax, mess-up pax, P2 pax, Confindustria pax, trades unions pax.
Craxi in exile and the President of the Council protected by him. The left that applauds him during their conference. The sell-off of State goods, of telephony, of the motorways, of water. The annulment of the rights of workers. Convicts at the top of the big companies. Convicts in Parliament.
The tornado goes round and round. It smells like rotten wood, like explosives, like hail and dense rain. Italy is a pressure pan. If it explodes this time it’ll take everything with it. Perhaps even the National State.
And our employees? They are playing at hide and seek. They’re always trying to not get caught. One law after another, like cherries, so as not to get convicted. To not get intercepted, to not have their intercepts published, to get their crimes timed out, to get pardoned. Rather than politics it’s more like cops and robbers.
A whisper, let’s say a premonition, tells me that other intercepts are behind the door. The summer will be very hot. Then September will arrive with the Vaffanculo day, or V-Day. Half-way between D-Day with the Normandy landings and V for Vendetta.
It’ll be on Saturday September 8th in the squares of Italy to remind us that nothing has changed since 1943. Yesterday it was the King fleeing and the Nation was breaking up, today politicians protected in their buildings immersed in “cultural” problems. V-Day will be a day for information and popular participation. To be there, keep tuned in to the blog.