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.
A log time ago, in a country far away placed at the center of the Mediterranean Sea, there were three different animal breeds: the wolves, the donkeys and the sheep. The sheep were the majority, 60 million docile and obedient specimens always in search of a shepherd to entrust with the administration of the entire national herd. Differently than the sheep, the wolves were a puny minority that just wanted to devour, consume, exploit the sheep and the country resources to eternally secure the status of superior beasts.
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…
The news isn’t that fresh, and the topic doesn’t get attention in this period of holidays, presents and thoughtless spending by whom can still afford them (with debts). Nevertheless it’s a problem that everybody, sooner or later, will have to deal with in the upcoming future. Fresh water supplies are, already today, inadequate to satisfy the demand, and in future it will be worse and worse considering the growing needs of those real demographic atomic bombs generally listed under the “developing countries” definition.
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.
Taken from: Minchiate - Passaparola - Voglio Scendere. Enjoy.
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.
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.
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.
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.