Weapons of mass distraction
The cicadas give an objective witness to the oppressive heat and I am now in my fifth article on Italian triumphalistic, workers' dignity, genius Leonardo da Vinci and favorable astrological accompaniments , all interspersed here and there with predictions, confirmations of cabal and predictions of Nostradamus (woe to exclude it, should not ever fail).
The reason of this primordial soup of orgasmic adjectives, of course, the coveted World Cup victory of Krukki: they have some tried to spoil the party, remission, and hot dogs with mustard damaged the umlaut on the u, nevertheless, grassroots, we bring them all and blew it up. Proud, proud. Italian pride.
not know about you but I was not able to party: how do you celebrate the rule in a sport so full of economic interests to be fatally poisoned in its true value sports? How do you celebrate one team still made for at least ¾ of the teams that will penalized of dozens of points in the next championship? How do you cheer for a coach who has (under oath) said he knew nothing of the activities of his son, CEO of GEA? Not knowing anything is acceptable in the relationship between father and son, where does a nuclear physicist and one priest, not in this case, no one can remove the doubt of an intimate relationship between players handled by prosecutors and coach of the GEA Nationwide, in a scenario like this ("GEA choose and wear the blue shirt"), although this does not subtract value to the technical assistance given.
course, this does not mean it has not enjoyed: I only say that I wanted different, as in the time As my Palermo held its breath for the rapacity of Schillaci in the penalty area. It 's true, "we were washing the ball" is the same feeling of deep disappointment and deep that can never be forgotten, that marks you, you burn because embedded in the moment of greatest weakness / innocence, because it reverses all before Football.
Here, I would have wanted different.
Somebody tell already (this morning, the TG5 8.00) of "necessity" of an action acquittal overall time to be born again "postitive" after the media raised baillame: talk of penalties is correct, but not refunded. Yeah .... I see Juventus-Frosinone realize that may sound bad, but here too the financial stakes are enormous. There is talk of 4 out of 4 publicly traded companies, TV rights and Mediaset threat not to pay if they were confirmed relegation and already looming agreements with rich foreign clubs that willingly accept formulas lease to own (and fixed-term ) players waiting for a more rapid return in the series. We have laundry
the ball and the reality is this.
image, however, I would keep inscribed: that of a flag from the edge darker red than usual, soaked in water of the fountain in Montorio. Bread and circuses, that's the reality. But if a pious soul
will explain why our Italian was transformed, in 24 years, mediocre in squalor him, he'll certainly be grateful: our heroes, our friends from some workmen million gross per year, have not been able to climb stairs to the podium with eyes swollen with tears, and bright with those who want to retain every moment of those moments. Totti, awarded by FIFA officials, the Federation of German and Italian, with the flag placed on his head as a kind of mafia widow Racalmuto, spying and told from the pen of Sciascia, it was really a sad spectacle. Damn, damn and charming rogues, clever and cynical at the right point: les Italiens!
And just that, a sweet taste in the mouth, similar to grains of roasted coffee and dark chocolate covered with a heavy after a strong coffee: it did not offer the last stage of the winner to Berlusconi, a media channel from 30 million viewers.
The daughter of "otherwise honest" Paolo Guzzanti has been the flagship of the first political satire, then the sacrifice of Berlusconeide. We all know that, but perhaps not all we saw W Zapatero!, I among them .... the rent, of course, very soon. And Crozza, the magnificent Crozza, has taken the name of Zapatero, in one of his appearances at Rockpolitik stinging, humming to the absence in a deleterious paesucolo like ours, the rhythms of the Gipsy Kings ("Zapaterooo, Zapateraaa, jo I desire to entrust que tu aqui ...").
And so much so that the Zapatero of his person, never ceases to amaze me / us and, in fact, to feed a certain envy of the country he governs. Pope lands in Valencia, on the day of the family of Pope Krukko krukko courage (and proudly krukkamente kontrapposto sung by the Black Pope Pitura Freska), go talk to the family in the now laicissima anticlerical and Spain, and launched a large filomosessuale strides among the leading countries of the Schengen group.
Zapatero, you quoque, Zapatero, who are you doing? Accepts him for what it is, a civil, secular terms, a head of state. Official ceremony and meeting between diplomatic missions. That's it. The development and if he sings sounds the Pope, obviously with large handful of Sagrada Familia Real y in the foreground, but without a representative of the English Government. Gaudemus! The long-awaited triumph of secularism, but do not want the secular nature of a sovereign state, in which sexual tastes and religious beliefs are part dell'unicum basis of free will of every free citizen, totally unrelated to any correlation with the ratio of the individual to the civilian community.
How much longer we wait to win hypocrisy, interest, intrusions, inappropriate invasions and interference in the relations between church and state? Pericolissimi many intersections and exchanges through the years Italy's darkest and most troubled of the '70s and '80s? Masonic lodges, banks in the Vatican, Opus Dei, the Christian Democrats and the Mafia, stories of collusion and collusion, events unresolved disappearances and (fake?) Hangings. Especially heavy interference in the public life of a whole country: committees for the NO to Referendum for Assisted Reproduction openly supported by vigils educated prelates, members of the so-called European left soft and ready to coin phrases smoothed groped for the impossible coexistence between its electoral base and looks pleased with the conclave, the futility of social presence Vatican enclave within Italian territory.
Among the first to rejoice for the courageous and proud to Zapatero a surprise, a person for whom I have always had a heavy dislike: Capezzone Rose in the Fist.
E 'was the first to declare in a firm tone and words of lead, which would be good for our country that the politicians stop genuflecting before the papal miter. Chapeaux, Capezzone ... maybe, in hindsight and completely estranged from partizionatorie logic, it would be good for our country exempt Mastella, ambiguous scudocrociato (I just ambiguous, I'd better first to inquire about the legal consequences of thoughts freely expressed in a blog), the chance to sit in the chair of the Department of Justice, confidence and giving space to young people as Capezzone (as it does not require technical expertise to be assignees of a ministry, at least it should be entitled to request mental clarity, rigor and secular intellectual honesty).
a shame the failure of the Rose in the Fist, as indeed it was bankrupt in the last election: beautiful heads (Boselli, Capezzone, Bonino), fine principles (an entire program based on state secularism, rightly seen as objective to aim for the true development of the country) but a result far below expectations, forcing the covenants underlying the choice of too often having to resort to pliers to turarsi the nose. Even
Lidia Menapace, on Release of yesterday, were positive about the choice of Zapatero (the story that ... Menapace convinced pacifist leftist, head of the defense commission of the Senate, I believe ...) and the need, for all our politicians do not really believers, to refrain from participating in religious functions in public, at least in an official capacity. Cacciari should learn and improve, instead of accusing the Iberian governance of "childish" behavior, courage, what we need, like the one last night of Big animated eyes in front of the disc, watched by billions of people.
World Champions, World Champions, World Champions!