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Of Pietrangelo Buttafuoco

Source: Pietrangelo Buttafuoco

The first government to attack real power.
After the tragedy of Genoa, real Italy looks from under the bridge, he notices the rotten pylons and for the first time in republican history the executive at Palazzo Chigi speaks to Italians with the language of a spade a spade.
Maybe the ministers make mistakes in the grammar of the procedures – the concessions, the times of justice, EU constraints - but in the perception of public opinion it remains a message, and that is that the opposition is con the Autostrade company while the government is fighting.
Newspapers, establishment and the heavyweights of thought make all the distinctions on the sidelines of the tragedy in obedience to the cult of the free market.
There is no liberal frown that does not indicate, behind the blackboard, the place for anyone who reasons with healthy anger, type: you have the concessions, don't even put little men at the toll booths - rather the machines - contracted out as a monopoly on fuel and sandwiches Camogli, the surveillance service is provided by the Polstrada, you make us walk along joints supported on old concrete pillars and we can't even compliment the ministers when they claim the primacy of politics over you and all the elitist multiculturalist moneymakers?
A first time like this requires awareness. And a further step forward.
Quell’United Colours, come totem, landslide with the pylon, it also retreats in the conditioned reflex of liking people who like it.
People you like don't like you anymore.
Distrust towards the powers that be is rampant, and it's a big problem, to throw it into politics, for Silvio Berlusconi fresh from newfound approval in the elite circles.
Good like few others at intercepting people's feelings, the Knight will only be able to return to his people and stop with the Democratic Party, with the temptation of the Nazarene Pact insufflated by the Dudus of his close circle and saying yes - just an example - to Marcello Foa, the president that the strong powers don't want in Viale Mazzini.
Just to then hear - just on Rai, where the narrative imposed by the powers prevails – the language of bread. And so call a spade a spade.