A lot of time has passed since I wrote something about politics on these pages, and likely quite a lot of time will pass before a thoughtful post about topics that I view as worthy of attention, in the long run. For now, disgust wins over interest and I prefer to use my time for other things. However I feel obliged to write down a remark for Matteo Renzi, Italy’s current Prime Minister who makes us feel ashamed before the world as much and even more than that other awful character that came before him.
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…
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.
Silvio Berlusconi is a bit like an iron pole stuck up in your ass (just to be chic), you find him everywhere you go as an everlasting memento for the obscenities of a rather uncivilized country like Italy is now. There is no escape even in the imaginary city of Malton, the main setting of the zombie-themed MMORPG Urban Dead. Zroll, the zombie with which I stagger on the streets of the ruined city for some months now, eating the occasional human beings I encounter, discovered this Berlusconi’s bizzarre omnipresence some days ago while he was wandering aimlessly in the Randallbank suburb.
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.
How one could ever describe a political leader like Massimo D’Alema, one of the main people accountable for the persistence of that villain named Silvio Berlusconi in the Italian political life of the last 15 years, one that doesn’t know the importance of voting in Parliament when there is the chance to knock out the Government and its majority but doesn’t miss any occasion to demonstrate to the media dictator that he is always ready to reach agreements for promoting their mutual political survival?
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…
The Constitutional Court has finally stated the plain obvious thing, ie that an unconstitutional law like the “Alfano arbitration” is unconstitutional. This naturally won’t change a thing in practice, on the contrary everything gets worse because Silvio “Pompetta” Berlusconi will now try anything to make everyone pay before justice make him pay for his wrongdoings. Anyway I already realized it some time ago, Giorgio “O’ Bravo Presidente” Napolitano is an amorphous nothingness guaranteeing only himself, the status quo and this criminal politicians class of which he is a worthy and distinguished representative.
And so finally came the time for the much awaited Constitutional Court judgment on the legitimacy of the “Alfano arbitration”. But considering how much and what kind of perversions of the so called Institutions one is forced to see in this decay of the Italian democracy, I’m asking myself, what is the sense of such a nonsense (ie to establish the unconstitutionality of something that is already obviously unconstitutional) compared to the utter lack of sense of all the rest?
I pleasantly record that, despite the new adventure of il Fatto Quotidiano (on which I hope to write down within a few days), Marco Travaglio continues to attend his Monday afternoon Passaparola columns as usual. Actually the subjects never lack, and talking about the fiscal shield for abroad funds return it’s always an (unpleasant) surprise to see how the Arcore mafioso clan is able, thanks to media asphyxial control, to put together “economy morality” and the pardon for mafiosos and cammorists willing to bring back home the offspring of their lucrative businesses. Only in Italy.
I already said I’m persuaded that Berlusconi and his most trustworthy thugs will survive this time too, and the latest Palermo events confirm my belief: at the time of Falcone there was Corrado Carnevale nicknamed “the verdict killer”, now faces have changed (Carnevale has been promoted to the Constitutional Court) but what remains the same is the State permeability to the anti-state that mafia and its presumed (but very likely) political puppeteers are.
After the forced absence during the previous installment of his column Passaparola, Marco Travaglio returns in video and starts again to carefully report what will be the outcome of the almost forthcoming hot season of the clash between the clan of presumed (but very likely) mafioso Silvio Berlusconi and that part of Italy that can still be considered a civil country. I’m ready to bet 10 to 1 that Papi will survive this time too.
While newspapers columns spread ink remembering a mean little television man passed away, the television made by the live continues to offer shining examples of the shit housing there. Says Michele Santoro on his program’s site that “a few days before the start television continues to not inform the public about Annozero opening date. Thus I’m asking you to send the ads we have prepared and that aren’t broadcasted by the network to all of your friends and contacts on the Internet “.
This week Marco Travaglio is out of the video - the reporter says he is recovering from a surgical operation, hence the new installment of column Passaparola is just textual. What remains unchanged is Travaglio’s punctuality in telling the manifest decay of Italian democracy toward Berlusconian nothingness and who knows what after that. However to read every time about servants ready to put out compromising dossiers on their boss enemies, deviated secret services and fascist filing is starting to be too much even for an obsessive guy like myself.
Why they feel so comfortable, boss Berlusconi’s servants, about being so shamelessly servants and prone to any of his mood/desire/degenerate synaptic path? Really I can’t understand, at least until I struggle to start from the idea that the aforementioned servants are persuaded about the fact that they need to line up with the strongest to survive, because being too much weak to be humans they prefer to be worms and squelch through shit for their entire life rather than facing reality for what it is.
It’s true that sooner or later even the worst will have a limit, and that this devastated country will have to face the Truth of History, something that doesn’t air with the eight o’clock TV news and sees Silvio Berlusconi and his equals as the criminals that they are. Clarified this, I’m not that hopeful as Travaglio is on the possibility that someone of those who know will start to talk soon. Maybe it’s because currently I’ve lost a bit of the ability to imagine the future, but for what I can see by miself this dunghill of mafioso rulers could still go on for a long time.
The funniest thing, within the endless succeeding of Silvio “Psycho-daddy” Berlusconi’s troubles with justice, is to observe how much this little man with a few hairs and a Viagra-colored libido has been busy defrauding the State, stealing and mocking people during his long criminal-entrepreneurial and now political career. What the new investigations on slush fund belonging to Mediaset and its owner Daddy-Silvio will end up being isn’t predictable, certainly the auto-censorship curtain involving the largest Italian mass media won’t let pass too much about the facts. Let’s hope in Il Fatto (literally “The Fact”).
Silvio Berlusconi, or rather the man who self-made himself by buying verdicts, corrupting judges and by surreptitiously gaining control of the largest Italian publishing group when the social, political and institutional disrepair of nowadays wasn’t even somewhat imaginable. Is there hope that the judge of Milan Court Raimondo Mesiano pronounce in favour of De Benedetti, so establishing another piece of the infamous puzzle that is Psycho-daddy’s judicial history? Every now and then some magistrate still demonstrates to have a little trace of dignity by putting himself against the strongest, perhaps this is another case of that kind…
For anyone having an IQ at least equal to 5, to hear the definition of “fiscal shield” for the remission of any kind of monetary trash returning from abroad can’t help but make one smile: the tens of million idiots still watching TV in this country swallow the lie, and the most criminal government I have ever seen in my life packs for its best customers (mafias, corrupters, Silvio Berlusconi who abridges both etcetera) the nth ad criminem benefit. For scum like this there is only prison, surely not a respite my not so dear, terrible, weak and opportunistic President Napolitano…