Alessio Mazzucco
to vote is an inviolable right, a sacred duty. I'll go. But that card never know the cross on the symbol or the name of my preference, will read: "Sleep that warrior spirit who enter me roar." Rhetoric? No. If I cancel the card, cancel the style. Why not cancel and hold their noses and vote for the lesser evil, vote against Mr. B., vote with the hope of a better world, a more positive, a change that we can all give us a share. Bales. This story every election, tell us this. Yet who has ever really listened to speeches related about the election? The 2008 referendum was a "Prodi government yes / no", 2009 "Berlusconi yes / no" now, "Berlusconi six mythical / you go to trial." I mean really.
They managed to make me bored with politics. Love you say? Well, why not? The only activity that allows us to live in community, for solidarity and unity with others, of helping the weak, to give everyone the opportunity to speak, it's politics. Bad thing? I do not think. Yet what propinano, what they tell us? Let's be serious. I found a couple of weeks ago to attend the presentation by Tinto Brass as the Radical candidate at a restaurant in Milan, Then, in the same evening, in a festival organized by a young PD candidate in the region. What was I doing there? M'avevano attracted by the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing a little 'holiday: you knew what I care about a candidate's Regional PD, that great party which should be our center-left (God save us!). That this happened? Well, the first reached the level of intellectualism was so nauseating that radicals have lost my vote (they are not radical, but all were among those who undertook more) say that "philosophy on the ass" of Mr. Brass did not do much effect. Not to mention that a writer who suddenly calls himself "the Fascist Anarchist", followed by a sentence strong throbbing in my head and shouting, "What are you saying this?". In the second level gooders and cliché was quite high, left with no music, dancing, political jokes and sad discounted, the wheel of another young candidate who is not allowed to comment but: "My boy, put a little ' Please balls or those of the League you eat, I assure you. " But who am I to talk? Certainly a voter, so I can freely express my opinion.
I am told that the change needs to take small steps at a time. I do not do much, but when people give me leaflets critical self-financed in the cold, will game in his time, his face, other commitments to a political project, for an idea to fight some rosewater, then I can tell which way the change will be the best. Make no mistake: when and will, as motionless as the mortal sigh, only then can we say that the possibilities for change were opened before our eyes. Real possibility? I think not. In the end, what happened after Tangentopoli, the most cathartic moment of the Italian Republic? Who could it be recycled, those who had the means fell in the field, a system that had to be cleansed it is regenerated, and this time more subtly. What is the change in Italian.
Moreover, in a country where 30% of workers evade taxes, an amount of money equal to 5% of GDP in the circuit turns to corruption, where those who can not get a certification, pass an exam , goes to some place where you can pay it or knows that it is easier, where only a small fraction of people said more than 100,000 euros per year in income (I think around 1%), where journalists take sides, the judges are joint declarations, where the President of the Republic is pulled by the jacket from the first one then the other, where you lie on the data in such a blatant liar who even manages to convince himself that when he said, where those who manifest very often do not even know why it is doing, where people who believe in politics, change is constantly disappointed, what can you expect a country like this? What can be expected in a country where words, labels, and promises a seething cauldron They come in confused, vomited on a stunned audience, where prescription is confused with an acquittal, where 80% of inquires only through a magic box that commonly television, where anyone can shoot what they want at any time without a serious and firm opposition to be heard?
I do not know what this newspaper will go on, I'll be honest with you. Moreover, good wine is produced when the vines are well-maintained, well-pruned vines, the soil well fertilized. If I ever manage to recover, to start over, I'll be happy to write more opinions, thoughts and brief and incomplete analysis. If all of this, however, it will go silent, I'm happy to have participated in adventure about a single year, confident that I will miss him. And this is my greeting.
What can I say? After such a vent, perhaps someone could say, "what would you do?". I do not have a program or a complete idea on what could be done in this country. Answering the question "What do we do?" of Silone I was unprepared, too presumptuous if I tried a response. I can only say "honest to all of Italy, unite."
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