Of Marcello Veneziani

Source: Marcello Veneziani
I know who will win the elections. He already has victory in his pocket, at the table. I would almost say imposed by electoral law. He will win more than he has won in previous years, recording ever-increasing numbers.
It's a post-election victory, a victory based on the free translation of the vote received. I'm talking about the ancient and renowned PT, which is a floating sub-parliamentary snake. The Transformist Party.
I've lost count of those who have done the quail leap and then even replicated it in reverse directions. I see many precursors, too many and too well known.
Their colorful testimonial is the legendary Razzi, who however is the least transformative of all and the nicest devotee of Kazzimiei.
The most authoritative mutant is Grasso, who was a magistrate in the odor of Forza Italia and now leads the war remnants of communism.
The most spectacular is Casini, who is running for Bologna with his historic enemies. The most curious is Captain De Falco, who we do not count among the traitors for marital reasons but because he spoke badly of the Grillini and is now running for office with them; his, the telephone hero who became Intrepid only for having pronounced a phallic injunction to the legendary Schettino.
She is the ditch jumper's advocate Good morning, passed from Andreotti to Fini and then to Salvini, via Hunziker. More mutant stories, especially in the doilies, you can find them in Stay calm by Carlo Solimene, journey to the republic founded on betrayal.
But I don't want to talk to you about the personal cases and the "traitors" on the list. No, I am referring to an objective fact, post-voto.
The electoral system was designed on purpose to elect no government and no majority. Then the only variable on which the institutions count, the system, it is precisely that infamous resource that has existed since the time of the Connubio of Cavour, to Depretis' Transformism, to Voltagabbana from fascism to anti-fascism, up to the most recent trans people in politics, has always been abundant in Italian politics. Not just the republic, also of the kingdom, and perhaps of the empire.
I don't know what Mattarella will do the day after the vote, when no one will have the numbers to govern. They say he will give the position starting from the majority that has elected the presidents of the chambers; but in any case these will be post-election alliances, under the alibi of the supreme interest of the nation, and so on spouting patriotic bullshit.
Transformism may concern entire parties with their leaders-fregoli, but more likely it will concern herds of peons in transhumance. They will win, to infiltrate the government and sub-government, to decide and constitute the axis of our democracy.
I understood the transformation taking place? No longer flag-turners for personal interests but change-makers for national interest. Immolate yourself to betray your country and the state. No longer sub-parliamentary phenomena but desired political processes, to guarantee governability.
Because the alternative to transformism is even more ridiculous. When everyone tells us that if they don't win, they will never mess up, and we will return to the polls, they are actually telling us: you are voting fake, they are technical transmission tests, voting simulations, worse than the polls.
Then it turns back shortly. And even Meloni's anti-mess heroism does not shy away from the grotesque; it's like saying, we pure guarantee you ungovernability, we are honorable people…
The impossibility of a government gives leaders another evil resource: they can make the most exaggerated promises, they know that they won't have a majority and so they will tell the voters: we would have liked to create our fantastic program but you didn't give us the votes, so we have to compromise and give it up, what a pity…
Then look at the election campaign like a grotesque nightmare, a middle ground between the terrible film Melancholia with its announced and inevitable tragedy and the comical endings; a horror film between Dario Argento and Crozza.
You then see that no one wants to confront anyone, thus destroying the foundation of democratic competition. Then to encourage you to vote, see the ballot papers which require a specialist degree in Voting Hermeneutics or a staff of consultants to be understood and filled in correctly.
But you know that all this will be of no use.
And in the end, let the worst win. That is, the quick-change artist who, by switching from one side to the other, will guarantee a majority and prevent people from going to vote soon. This would be democracy? For goodness sake, annoy us not the dictator but the Pharaoh, the Tsar and the Great Mogul, Together. Io Gengis Khan vote.