Of Raffaele Pengue

Source: byebyeunclesam
A lot happens in this strange country. Maybe it will be the heat that makes everyone a little nervous, but we are all focused, with anger, anguish, curiosity and cheering. And the point is not the fear of a return to fascism (a colossal nonsense) and to racism and other concepts typical of heat and the absence of a thought. They're not even the red shirts (now the colors are starting to run out...), they are already bored. They are not the fasters. The bourgeois from the historic center, the “radical chic with the Rolex and the penthouse in New York”. The 200th "meeting" of the PD in Ergife. Yet another scoop on Raggi: “He who wounds from the hole dies from the hole: Virginia Raggi stumbles and risks falling". The end of the era of Emilio Fede and meteorites, because the season of quality TV is finally starting and therefore, plot twist: Matteo Renzi on TV. No. The problem of Italy's problems, It's a fact that a world is now out of the picture. A world that, in order not to dissolve completely, relies on discord and thus separate the yellows from the greens. Become, in recent months, the lightning rod and the main culprits of all international inhumanity.
A world that rejects darkness, irrelevance. One world, a cultural hegemony that, with its powerful media army, academic, school, political and judicial, over the years it has managed to dissolve what our civilization was based on. Every public space is invaded by them, from cinema to news, from newspapers to books, from TV programs to municipal resolutions, from schools of all levels, they are in the clear majority, even if in absolute numbers they are a small minority.
A world that cares about those who suffer, as long as it is far away and not under his eyes. Who cares about lobbying, of elite, of banks, of minority "protected" categories, contrasting blacks/whites in a hateful way, immigrants/“natives”, women/men, transgressive/“normal”. Turn on the TV and they give you the drama of migrants ten times a day. But for them migrants are just numbers. They are beds. They are mouths to feed. They are budget items. They are costs and revenues, profits, complicated boxes of social cooperatives, and business. It's money. They are jobs, others, procurement, opportunity. I am, in their own way, a small industry, and in Italy many live there. A world that wanders like castaways in television living rooms, on the pages of newspapers without realizing that today, five months before the elections, finds it inexplicable that people dismiss those who are "the best", and civilians, the enlightened and choose the bad ones instead, the incompetent.
A world "in shock", dismayed by the collapse of a long-lasting “domination”. 70 years. A world that wonders today: how is it possible that the barbarians won? Why did the people choose the "uncivilized", preferring them to us who are - by definition - "civilization" and the light of the world? A world that on the Roman terraces with the "Dome" view is horrified to see the new barbarians and the "toilet cleaners" (to educate or keep at the doors) conquer power and – increasingly – the consensus of Italians. A world that can barely hide its contemptuous discontent towards the people.
It is no coincidence that some of these enlightened after the 4 March came to question universal suffrage. A world incapable of even recognizing its own mistakes. A world that, as Veneziani summarizes well, it is intended to “talk to the birds, because people don't want to hear them anymore". And no longer having the people and having verified the uselessness of the media monopoly, they hope for some reversal of power... To have the victory awarded by default after losing on the field.