As result of the previous post, to continue study sull'inspiegabile hatred that pervades psychos, journalists, judges, politicians, protestors and balls, and much to worry about the Italian government is doing, I put here a clear example of what would otherwise the right tone to use the political arena, to tone down, keep social calm, spread a culture of love.
We start with Chapters 1 and 2, study well it is Christmas and all are good, and we? We do not want mica ... disgrace?
"The leader of the Members of the PDL, Fabrizio Cicchitto , yesterday said in parliament since 1994, taking place in Italy a" hate campaign "against Silvio Berlusconi . Fortunately, the Prime Minister intervened and suffered from 'San Raffaele hospital , where he was admitted after the shameful and inexcusable attack suffered Sunday evening, said that "love conquers hate." This is demonstrated by, among other things, the hundreds of interventions and members of his center-right in the last 15 years have always been based on common sense and moderation. Here then is a necessarily brief anthology of the best sentences of what might be called the Party of Love. The bon ton with opponents "Veltroni is a jerk" (Berlusconi, 03/09/1995). "Veltroni is a miserable" (Berlusconi, 04/04/2000). "Giuliano Amato, the useful idiot who sits at Palazzo Chigi" (Berlusconi, 04/21/2000). "Prodi? A borrowed leaders (Berlusconi, 22/02/1995)." The Bindi and Prodi are like thieves Pisa: argue day and night to steal "(Berlusconi, 09/29/1996)." Prodi is the mask Communists "(Berlusconi, 22/05/2003)." Prodi is a liar dangerous for us all "(Berlusconi, 10/21/2006)." Before the election I was able to meet only twice on television, my opponent, and with only two and a half minutes to answer the questions of the journalist and the bullshit that said Prodi. "(Berlusconi at the school of political education of Forza Italy, July 2, 2007)." With Prodi at Palazzo Chigi is right to say it rains Government thief "(Berlusconi, 04/10/2008)." The center? insane, miserable at the barrel of the gas "(Berlusconi, 04/04/2000)." Mr. Schulz, I know that in Italy there is a producer who is assembling a film about Nazi concentration camps. Suggest the for the role of Kapo (inaugurating the Italian Presidency of the European Union and responding to a question from the Social Democratic leader, German Martin Schulz, on conflict of interest, July 2, 2003). "I am in politics because the good prevail over evil . If the left would go to the government, the outcome would be this: misery, terror and death. As with the communist governments everywhere (Berlusconi, 17/01/2005).
Respect for voters "She has a beautiful face bitch!" (Mrs. Anna Galli Rimini, who complained, 24 / 7 / 2003). "I do not think voters are stupid enough to rely on People like D'Alema and Fassino, who has a moral complicity with those who did the most serious crimes such as Comrade Pol Pot "(Berlusconi, 14 December 2005). "I have too much esteem for the intelligence of Italians to think that there are around so many balls that are permitted to vote by their lack of interest" (Berlusconi's speech in front of the Confcommercio 04/04/2006). "Our three" I ": English, Internet, business. Those of the Olive: insult, insult and insult "(27/05/2004). "
The following lessons can be found here (at your own risk). Image taken from 'r pisanaccio !
A mentally ill person throws a brick on the teeth of a man . Such news is likely to remain limited to purely local, with unanimous expressions of solidarity with the victim and some mild debate about madness and the difficulty of managing people with severe mental illness, often left alone with their families.
A mentally ill person throws a brick on the teeth of a man rich, famous and very controversial, which has made many enemies over the years . In this case the news would certainly have a much greater spread in proportion to the fame of VIP involved. His friends would be outraged and would seek to make the guilty pay dearly and who should be cared for. His enemies are divided between fair trade (because the violence is never an acceptable choice ethically) and carrion ("oh finally someone got there"). Here's an example
vippissimo: Fabrizio Corona you this?
omnipresent, a lover of the saying "talk to me for better or worse, just that you continue to talk about myself, always surrounded by beautiful women, self-confident to the point of encroaching into attitude, rude, verbally and sometimes even physically violent, prosecuted (and convicted) extortion, fraudulent bankruptcy and criminal association and other amenities? Well, all you can say except that the Corona is a type that goes unnoticed or let other people indifferent. People like him have such an ego, such a cult of personality , which leads them to spill over from all limits "conventional", and therefore also draws extreme reactions: you love them or hate them, they are not idolatrous or they can suffer. This extremism is not accidental: The Crown will also have a temper, but he uses it with skill to cultivate an image of himself that satisfies him. Being the most famous and most controversial celebrity of the moment is his desire and his choice. Se ciò comporta avere un nutrito gruppo di detrattori a controbilanciare (ed esaltare) i suoi ammiratori, a lui va benissimo. " Molti nemici molto onore ": parola di un altro famoso superuomo italiano.
Se una persona come lui ricevesse una mattonata sui denti da un folle, mia nonna direbbe semplicemente "mi dispiace per lui, la violenza è sempre sbagliata, ma chi semina vento raccoglie tempesta". Ossia: non condivido la mattonata, anzi la condanno, ma secondo me non è un caso che la mattonata se la sia presa proprio lui. Non credo che nessuno considerebbe mia nonna una feroce fomentatrice d'odio, una mandante morale della violenza. Le eventuali carogne che si facessero una risata soddisfatta alla notizia would be considered bad and cynical, but never, ever be accused of being guilty of aggression.
But now say a sentence like that could cost you dear, dear! Because it just so happens that yesterday a mentally ill person has actually pulled a blunt object on the teeth of a man rich, famous and very controversial, which is called Silvio Berlusconi and is our Prime Minister. pictures of his bloodied face had not yet been fully deployed, which was already the controversy flared up! In a normal society, the debate (except for some inevitable slide) is essentially limited to two points: 1 - why a mentally unstable, under the care of 20 years, has not been recognized as potentially dangerous and 2 - because, although it was clearly altered , managed to approach the Premier potergli so much to throw directly on the face of a blunt object? For the second time?
(okay, a cynical bastard like me also note the incredible retaliation of the head of this government, which has strengthened controls against illegal immigrants and set up patrols to protect citizens against violence, struck by the representation of the Cathedral Milan shot by an Italian speech to his audience ...)
Clearly there is a problem of national security and private molto molto grave! Negli USA, ogni aggressione ad un esponente politico (e ce ne sono state) hanno sollevato questo problema. Idem in tutti gli altri paesi del mondo!
Invece in Italia, la polemica verte sul clima d'odio che, secondo i partiti al Governo, sarebbe stato generato ed alimentato dall'opposizione. Ed io ieri sera ho dovuto passare due ore a difendermi, perchè, in qualità di antiberlusconiana convinta, sarei parimenti responsabile di quanto accaduto in quanto il mio essere contro Berlusconi (come persona e come politico) alimenterebbe questo clima d'odio che ha armato la mano dell'aggressore.
Apart from the fact that, now that Berlusconi has been physically attacked, it seems that no one can express more dissatisfaction with himself and to his politics ... But what does the opposition and those who, like me, who professes antiberlusconiano with the attack of a madman? Obviously, I'm sorry it was hit, but I remain deeply antiberlusconiana and my opinion to him as a person and as a policy, does not change!
If anyone has turned into a political uproar unworthy to blows and insults to all opponents at all levels ( BALLS , you remember it?), Machismo, the cult of personality, racism and sessisimo , dumb jokes and verbal violence, that's Silvio Berlusconi. He managed to look like a superman, constantly in the spotlight and always over the top, to love or hate no half measures. And most has surrounded himself with people who use the same relentless verbal abuse continues. If
now comes a Madonite teeth for more during a rally in which they let go and newly to the usual verbal excesses against the protesters, my grandmother would say that if you went looking. But my grandmother would wrong, because everyone seems to forget that "the bomber" is not a political activist, a communist jerk, a protester violates anti-b-day, an angry unemployed, an immigrant irregular and not an evil rom ... No, this is a mentally unstable person, who has targeted the most VIP of the moment. He could very well be John Lennon instead of Berlusca. The only difference is, while Lennon would continue to like the Berlusca (unless you change its policies and attitude) will continue to dislike, and I have every right to say it and think no one dares to even insinuate that this makes me a co-responsible what has happened.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------- COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Dear Mr. Travaglio, I swear I did not copy its arguments , I had already used them both last night that this morning, I have witnesses ... Of course she tells her very best ... But there is a certain harmony ... how about to hire me as a collaborator? :)
Wounded Knee (people are fragile things, you should know by now)
The Editors are right: people are fragile, we should know and be careful of what we submit that the. I always try to keep that in mind, but unfortunately sometimes I forget. Especially when it concerns myself, let's say I have a tendency to overestimate my strength!
This time, deaf to the entreaties of my meniscus, I dragged my old Silent and tired limbs in a three-day fire in Rome, winning the Editors of the concert, a tour of the capital and the manifestation of B Day No In theory it should not be nothing too athletic: we had booked a B & B close to Theatre concert, which was located on the map Urbe ass, and then move increasingly using public transport. But we did not come to terms with the landlord, in the literal sense! As you arrive by train, we expect to solertissimo the hotel, that in a Aho and a pat on the back of the taxi drivers in a row there kept us very happy to announce posto, allo stesso prezzo stracciato, in un suo nuovissimo hotel proprio in centro. L'albergo è effettivamente centralissimo, la camera a dir poco lussuosa, il personale gentilissimo... solo che quando chiediamo indicazioni su come raggiungere il teatro, suscitiamo reazioni preoccupate: "ah regà, q.lla zona llà nun è pproprio bbella 'a notte, sete sicuri che c'avete pproprio d'annà?" Si, siamo sicuri. "Vabbè, è fascile: prennete er tram n.14, scennete ar capolinea d'a prenestina, annate su dritti pe viale tojatti e poi traversate. Ma me raccomanno, regà, non date confidenza, non state a sentì a nessuno!"
Ok, prendiamo il cestino da portare alla nonna, pull on the red cap and we start jumping. Scennemo ar terminus, Annam on straight avenue, not Damo confidence wolf (anfame!), and after a good Sgambati in the middle of a tundra species (which littered mollichine for the trip), we finally arrive at the theater. We jumped in, and our boldness is rewarded by an enjoyable concert with performances by groups already shoulder Wintersleep and Maccabees, which give two very different but compelling interpretations of alternative rock (the first I liked most from the echoes of indie rock, the latter would not disfigured at the Summer Jamboree).
On stage, decorated with strange Pupino (Gormiti lovers too? mah...), arrivano poi Tom Smith & Co. Un'ora e mezza di musica e divertimento, fra vecchi successi e nuovi pezzi più elettronici che, dal vivo, rendono decisamente meglio: in this light and on this evening, an end has a start, you don't know love, bones, bullets, the boxer, the big exit, escape the nest, eat raw meet=blood drool, smokers outside the hospital doors, like treasure, when anger shows, the racing rats, you are fading, bricks and mortar, walk the fleet road; e come bis munich, papillon, fingers in the factories. Ho cercato di stare buonina, ma quando hanno attaccato la mia preferita non sono riuscita a trattenermi ed ho iniziato a saltare come the rest of the audience, which is heated gradually, but then he has not stopped since. Result: large-scale production of endorphins, but spitefully patella kneecap out of place ...
Following mollichine under a nagging drizzle we go back (more or less limping) at the bus stop and discover with horror that no longer pass trams, buses are all directed to the warehouse, and that night there is no trace. We look a bit ', then we must accept the sad reality and started to walk toward the center. 7 km of oaths avoided thanks to the great heart of the Romans and my face cu .. riosona: we meet a fact which is petrol and I wonder if you can give us a shamelessly tear in the center. Unfortunately, it is practically got home, he says, and confirms, however, that the direction is right. Small consolation, we thank him and leave again. But we feel sorry for him, because after we hear a car that combines a few meters: it is he who is moved to pity, it brings us to the Termini station. Too bad not to know his name, but thanks anyway again, dear motorist blonde you picked up four chilled creatures, telling us that you would have married Saturday and then so you would not have stayed, even one thousand one thousand GRAZIEEE!
The next day, after the disorientation to awaken in a room of stucco and studded with red brocade curtains, we leave to visit Rome Capoccia. Rains, try to do the indifferent with our raincoats, but eventually give in to the weather and we Refugees from friends emigrants home for an afternoon dedicated to upgrading the native village gossip. Back at the hotel in an atmosphere of Blade Runner, including rain, illuminated windows for Christmas with the homeless huddled under a few passers-by shivering at the mercy of crazy traffic, and an impressive array of police in riot gear have to be vigilant empty squares. .. Rome, the nun is stupid tonight!
Saturday but the gods of civil protest are definitely on our side, a sign that the weather is a lump of subversive left. It approfittiamo per fare un giro veloce ad ammirare Fori e Colosseo baciati dal sole e fingerci tranquilli vacanzieri. Tuttavia qualcosa ci tradisce (non so se il capello lungo da dissidente di Silent oppure la mia mise viola da capo a piedi), tanto che veniamo accostati da due impavidi rappresentanti dell'ordine che ci chiedono i documenti, li osservano, ci intimano di aspettare e spariscono per un quarto d'ora buono! Dopo essere stati doverosamente schedati, ci rechiamo in Piazza della Repubblica, dove il popolo viola inizia a radunarsi. Ci raggiunge il più grande blobber da manifestazione che la blogosfera ricordi, armato di macchina fotografica e spirito critico, e ci avviamo.
Apart from the well organized nuclei of the few parties that have officially joined the event, there is everything from kids to old people, men women children, with posters of all types (most home-made undeniable wit) and all shades of purple. The atmosphere is festive but combative, there is music and dancing but also sound invective against our Prime Minister and the whole Italian political class in general. I look around and see people swarming from all sides, and already sogghignamo at the thought of the ridiculous numbers that give the police: the fact that, according to them there were only 90,000 , but I was there and on arrival at Piazza San Giovanni we can not even to enter, dobbiamo raggiungerla dalla strada laterale ma anche così avvicinarsi al palco è impossibile.
Salutiamo il blobber e ripartiamo con un dubbio ed una speranza. Il dubbio riguarda la reale incisività della manifestazione: ok eravamo una marea, ma nulla comunque in confronto alla maggioranza silenziosa degli italiani, quella che crede a tutto quello che passa la TV e che coltiva un il proprio orticello ostentando ermetico menefreghismo agli ideali ed ai problemi del paese (salvo non esserne direttamente toccati, nel qual caso trovano facilmente un capro espiatorio negli immigrati, nei comunisti, nel nemico pubblico di turno additato dai mass media). Loro non manifestano, non partecipano, non domandano: sanno benissimo che il re è nudo (And goes to whores with public money) but they do not care (even envy him) until the ration provides the right amount of promise amazing, well-being micragnoso and reassuring stability. To them we will always be the protesters girotondini pathetic, and as long as they vote at the polls will be compact as we continue to disintegrate in a constellation of minor stars: just to say, the B Day No abbreviations were as Marxist-Leninist Party of Italian, Collectives Communists, the Brigades of Resistance ... were already old in 1946, someone update them please!
so be careful, you mummies you can not even pretend to do more in opposition to oust Berlusconi might fail, but you will ... The electorate of the left is fragile, you should know: Think carefully about what you're doing go look at the e. .. consequences !
As result of the previous post, to continue study sull'inspiegabile hatred that pervades psychos, journalists, judges, politicians, protestors and balls, and much to worry about the Italian government is doing, I put here a clear example of what would otherwise the right tone to use the political arena, to tone down, keep social calm, spread a culture of love. 
