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.
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.