Feminists on the warpath, declarations of hatred and contempt towards families, or rather towards Dio, homeland and family, hate campaigns against carabinieri and policemen, fights for abortion, free sex and legalized drugs, planetary revolts against the powerful of the earth, against the model of development and discovery of ecology and the devastated environment, campaigns against homosexual and racial discrimination, declarations of love for the third world, and blacks, the "wretched of the earth", doors open to all, boundless society, I lower the walls and the brakes, lenient with transgressors, intolerant of conservatives, accusations of fascism against anyone who is not on their side, On the contrary, elevation of fascism to a metahistorical category, libertarian pacifism, but let's shut the mouth of anyone who doesn't agree...
But we had already seen this film, I remember the sequences. A long time ago. We were teenagers, but I remember those slogans, those faces, those processions, those signs, those posters, those campaigns… But yes, right. We were in '68 and so on. Judging the triple mobilization of our days against the powerful of the earth, against the defenders of the family and against the defenders of the borders, of states and nations, in favor of the landings, I realize that the common thread remains there. The vicious circles of history. Round and round we are back to fifty years ago, in the time of black and white. And in fact there is no middle ground, there is no color shade, there is a radicalization between those and these, between silent majorities and thunderous minorities. There is an ethnic separation between the two worlds. Right, in the meantime the 1968 mentality came to power, it became Zeitgeist, Spirit of the Time, dominates communication and orientation agencies, controls two thirds of the teaching staff, much of the intellectual class, communication. In the meantime, the people of sixty-eight have become sixty-eight-year-olds, they largely hold media power, cultural, judicial. The extremists run the social centers, they work for NGOs. Communists buy babies from rented wombs, they abandon the workers to embrace the gay-trans cause. The aggressive feminists have become elderly Vestals, with bags under the eyes or Botox on the lips, they watch over the legal and biopolitical order that emerged from that climate, from that era, and they bite if anyone dares to question their dogmas according to the law. Hands off, hands off...
In short, time has passed, positions have changed, from rebels they have become people of power, radical shocks have become radical chic, but the content remained the same. It is the only tradition recognized in Italy, Sixty-eight, the only ideology that has free rein and legal value, the only past that has value in CVs. Conscious and unconscious heirs participate. Among the first, the old guard of the fighting and walking left, plus the generation that follows in his footsteps, of which the most grotesque example are anti-fascists in the absence of fascism, the Anpi formed by post-partisans who emerged from artificial fertilizations of history, wombs for rent of history, who ignore everything, except the eternity of Manichean hatred.
Between the seconds, there are the ignorant encyclopedics of grillism, those who launch themselves from Rousseau platform, another late 1968 myth, passed from nature to the web. And in particular that left-movementist wing, which touches the South American Diba, passes by Commander Fico, it expands to the various mini-structures fighting with the Middle Ages, sometimes to deny it, sometimes to restore it, and focuses on the protest wing of the Movement, the one that would like to get rid of the Northern League and would like to invent something like a New Sixty-eight. They recall a character by Peppino De Filippo who invented music that was famous but unknown to him. Ignorance in power, instead of imagination. Global protest, from Tradition to High Speed, without discounts for anyone, ancient and modern. Here it is again, il 68. He didn't come back, he had never left, only now it comes out and feels new, while it is felt to be rancid, soured, aged badly and gone bad.
'68 curls back into the picture rhetoric of rights separated from duties and associated with desires, in the cosmic belief that man is what he wants to be and not what he is, in the certainty that anyone decides to leave a land, a family, a responsibility has the right to do so because he "feels it" and others have the obligation to accept it, regardless and to bear the effects of his choice. Total disregard for merit, of responsibilities, of capabilities, primacy of intentions over facts, and finally a nice splash of humanitarianism as a washing machine for one's conscience. Here it is again, the utopia of a better world, type Imagine on John Lennon, a brotherly and cleansed world, without barriers, without identity. Ecco, we're still there. We are in the modern era of 1968, to the vintage of the sixties, with a balcony overlooking the years of lead and overlooking the technical tests of the civil war, but peaceful, for goodness sake. Down with the repressive tolerance of yesterday's gendarmes and today's Salvini, long live permissive intolerance: everything is allowed but woe to those who disagree.
MV, The Truth 21 March 2019
Source: http://www.marcelloveneziani.com/articoli/siamo-ancora-fermi-al-68/