Of Marcello Veneziani

Penelope's web. It is woven during the day, it unravels in the evening. Or if you prefer, another state abortion is announced. After three months, Cottarelli's undertaking appears difficult, who also seemed to have left with all the right blessings, except for one negligible detail, the sovereign people. That annoying little charm there, called Italy. And yet he is still at sea, and you run with the headlights off in the night along a Roman road full of potholes and ambushes. The Weaver, Mattarella, he lost the clue, he made glaring mistakes, perhaps ill-advised, he managed to blow the pan first, then the embers and now he risks being left with the match in hand while the spread grows with panic. He no longer knows which way to turn, the abyss advances, specters of elections are stirring in the sun.
Whatever happens we know that we have now achieved the point of no return. An unbridgeable abyss has been dug between the Single Bloc of Power and the whole of Italy. The Single Block includes he Pd, the Great Press, Big Finance, the Caste, the Palaces, starting from the Quirinale… Then there's everything else. Which is not just the Square, the Grillino and Northern League people, the militants, but also the many refractory ones, the independents, the bilateral disgusted, the many who live, they think, they work outside the Single Block.
A was being born for the first time absolute minority government, enactment of the Single Block, in spite of the vote and Italy. Other times the technical governments of the Palace had at least one fig leaf in Parliament. This time there isn't even that, even the Democratic Party, which was the sole shareholder of reference, understood that it was better to withdraw, also because Cottarelli only announces cuts, tears and blood. At the beginning Mattarella had also discarded the hypothesis of a centre-right government that had a relative majority in parliament. And instead he then launched an oligarchic government, the PD-Potentates coalition. Read More