In Italy journalism is long-gone, and that’s a fact. And so? So greetings to Marco Travaglio and his video-column Passaparola, which arrives at the 100th installment today by picking holes in that pathetic tool of the soft propaganda that is Corriere della Sera. Which would be the “most authoritative newspaper of Italy”. Just ridiculous…
Taken from the Voglio Scendere blog as usual. Now more than ever, even though I don’t always agree with the opinions he expresses, I completely support Marco Travaglio’s work. Many rejoiced when they saw Silvio Berlusconi’s face covered in blood on YouTube, I cheered much less than I had expected by myself. Then berluscones managed to make me dismiss the desire for human mercy for a wretch considering himself as a god, while then he pays prostitutes to spend a night in company and takes iron sculptures in his face. It’s sad, more than disgusting.
Marco Travaglio – La mafia non esiste, Berlusconi e Dell’Utri invece si (Mafia does not exist, Berlusconi and Dell’Utri do instead)
I’m starting to be tired of the logical accuracy of Travaglio’s reasoning, because by following his chronicles you end up being afore two possibilities: either you get a machine gun and make a trip to Palazzo Chigi (where the government is) to give Berlusconi some of that “civil war” he babbles about in front of the cameras, or you stay behind the screen by sending out a silent scream of wrath against these pieces of shit. Luckily tomorrow TV will switch to the DTT system in Campania, maybe RAI won’t be accessible anymore and I will return to intensely think about my two obsessions, ie computers and pretty chicks. Because there will be many other occasions in the future to get angry about that Berlusconi mafioso…
Maybe I’m not that old to remember of many former Presidents of Republic, but it hardly seems to me to have memories about a useless notary like Giorgio Napolitano. A president which guarantees only the caste of privileged villains he belongs to, ie politicians and mafiosos that, as nasty moths, plague the Parliament by wearing its seats down with their fat asses tired for the too much nothingness they do from the morning till the evening. Napolitano has no televisions and (maybe) doesn’t frequent either whores or transsexuals, but he isn’t so much better than Silvio Berlusconi when it comes to damage the rule of law in Italy.
One thing lackeys of the psycho-pathetic Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi don’t lack surely is imagination: they try everything to take their boss out of troubles, even if they have to overturn an already very fragile judiciary system lacking the essential resources to answer to citizens’ need for justice. It’s obviously easy then to say that the magistrature doesn’t work after having turned it into a ghost with years of absurd laws, people have poor memory and by continuously repeating that in Italy judges and magistrates are the problem more than one comes to believe it.
How what was a major Western democracy – even with the Italian vices we all know – can die? It ends up that people don’t even notice it because they are too busy at watching tv serials on extended families or formats where one gets the money in exchange for broadcasting one’s own guts. And I’m not talking by hearsay, I’m describing my own family here and the reactions, nay the lack of reactions by my mother and my sister. Mothers and sisters (and perhaps fathers too) of Italy are too busy at doing some other business (my sister has to marry in the upcoming months) to notice what Silvio Berlusconi is doing to justice, the Constitution and to the Italian Republic on the whole.
My PC burnt up, but Travaglio’s weekly appointments always deserve the same consideration and spreading. Seeing what happens in Italy in this period, anyway, I tend to think that the usual declination of the world “power”, so often used for sordid and wretched criminals like Silvio Berlusconi, loses a large part of its meaning when you discover that this power is actually corresponding to a huge weakness made up by secret vices, whores, coke and mafioso friends grasping you by your balls.
The left-wing is dead, I was writing some days ago, and it’s more and more like the right wing. Actually the only thing that seems to remain alive in it is the brain in the underpants of these embarrassing powerful men with no dignity, which devote themselves to vices and then maybe, instead of denouncing the extortion, they even say “thanks” to Daddy Silvio (Berlusconi) that warns them about the compromising video clip because he can get to everything and everyone. Nowadays Italy would be ridiculous if it wasn’t so tragic.
No sooner said than done: after the Constitutional Court verdict which rejected the Alfano arbitration and, above all, the one from judge Mesiano on the huge 750 million euros fine for the theft of publishing house Mondadori which harmed De Benedetti, “Daddy” Silvio Berlusconi has gone nuts and incited his servants-dogs-lackeys against his new enemies. Marco Travaglio’s report on Mesiano righteous doing is unobjectionable, the results of the TV persecution against the judge are ridiculous and counterproductive thus far. But there’s plenty of time to get worse…