Thursday, February 22, 2007

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Poor Italy ... The Eternal Return

Prodi's government fell. "Finally! It was time, "shouted some foxes, including the objective and impartial journalist Victor Felts, whose newspaper this morning showed the first page

"Sooner or later it had to happen. Everyone knew. But it happened just yesterday on the resolution of D'Alema in the field of international politics did not dare to hope, though hope is the last to die. [...] Before you think about tomorrow, sorry dear friends, we are toast. "

This was an excerpt from a related article.
I do not understand what there is to rejoice or celebrate in front of such an institutional crisis in our country. Italian politics has become a cesspool in which you can dump a sterile and blind hostility toward the opposing faction, just as do the ultras during a derby between rivals history. Politics and football, theoretically to be asked at the antipodes, in Italy are now sadly one.
There is no shadow of collaboration, dialogue, mutual listening. Politicians are monkeys who are deaf, blind to the real people's problems, but compensates with a language that mileage in a river of words comes to ... nothing. There is no exchange of opinions, or sharing of ideas, no thoughts of competition, and cooperation to rearrange with the fate of a country in decline. On the other hand there are the chants, screams or newspapers flying in the Senate.
From my point of view, these are clear signs of immaturity and irresponsibility. Regurgitation a closed-minded, obtuse, limited and stale, that it drags the aftermath of a rivalry psychologically childish spite, revenge, resentments ... and the more you have, and so forth.

Alas! Or rather, alas! I do not know if these symptoms are more alarming in itself, namely that they zampillino by those in power and with the utmost sincerity and conscience, should think only the good of the people in a thousand promises was to represent. And the common people? Well, we think that the rampant ignorance that can turn a good slice in a flock from beating to the right or left. Blessed are the free thinkers! Blessed are those who can cope with courage against the flow and find the strength to move against the current!

that remains is hope in those (increasingly rare) people who are still able to stop and think with clarity, operate your brain and make use of their intelligence, and those who are able to realize the seriousness of certain situations and fluttering to the current outrage of the public scene, between those who uncorks bottles, amusement among those who laughs or screams and choirs as a Boeotian a disgrace that (unbeknownst to him) also involves him with all the country.

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