you feel is in the air ... ... you can feel at every joke, every mumbled moan, curse in every bar ... from conversations with those in the office, by the worker who sweats his salary (the lowest of European countries) in precarious call center operator who cuts a grimace of a smile on the phone (who could choke on the nerves to the other party who is ),... the level of endurance is obsolete . The cleavage between the real country made of sweat, mafia, inability to get decent at the end of the month and the reality , parties, glossy format and minute by minute on television, is abysmal.
This is also evident from a recent survey Eurispes: only 14% of Italians trust the parties , if we consider that this percentage also includes various affiliates, members, wives, dogs, we understand ourselves ... which is really trivial. Objection could be "yes, but it seems that more than 14 votes %!..."; agree!, But is now a voting tired, sad one vote, one vote resigned, often (especially in the south, but not limited to !) a exchange vote intercepted by various mafias, rate imposed by a political class with its bass drums television, which makes it feel more like a duty essential to a citizen of good will, but 'the optimism of the will "of Gramsci's memory, it makes me see clearly that the crack is formed, a light, a new civic consciousness that is reborn from the ashes of an arson , hanged by anger, by the outpouring of those who resist and escape.
The first step is already doing the people, off the television, which continues to lose more and more plays, because I felt a morbid repetitiveness, her ass, boobs, which is based on advertising and then the ability to stand, its farms, its islands, its grandifratelli, buonedomeniche the painful, unbearable buzz of the wasp that wallows on the shit that propina door to door every day, the pad mentana, the gossip of pseudotg that ninety percent of their minutes lumacheggiano allegiance to the politicians in office, from the mafionano Arcore das veltroni, for different purposes, mess, phallic guns of Boss ...
Their power over the people is dwindling continue to renew their clothes to disguise themselves under various symbols, but they are flushed out, will talk to him, stripped from their subjects, which do not follow più.Per hours , for a few years, will vote to choose who to be taken for a ride, controlled and humiliated; ma sta per abbattersi su di loro un uragano di proporzioni enormi , che li coglierà impreparati e a bocca aperta.
P.S. il “pessimismo della ragione” mi fa alzare gli occhi al cielo e mi fa dire “spero di non sbagliarmi!”
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