BERLUSCONI IS NOT ' An idiot
The "people" of the left covered with insults and jeers at every Berlusconi and his departure statement.
Playing Cav. is clear: to remain always and everywhere, every day, every hour, every minute, at the center of national political and media scene, and be as much as possible on the international one.
And it's a game he does well, thanks to the gullibility of those who are raised with each beat insuppressible indignation and angry in all his alleged faux pas.
Epper.
The last two "outputs" Berlusconi's political genius, and if you do not have a minimum of lucid objectivity (hatred Ottung intelligence) can react as we see from many blogs and facebook, with furious trips whistles and jokes.
Berlusconi So after years of indifference celebrated April 25 and does not in the squares and streets of Rome, Milan, Bologna, Turin, in the parades filled with flags and pennants ANPI more or less red, pink, pale pink, with some flag, but specifically to Onna, country symbol of the earthquake in Abruzzo, a small town when there was a "small" massacre of civilians by a Nazi unit, one of the many episodes in "minor" compared the great massacres of Marzabotto, Sant'Anna Stazzena, the Fosse Ardeatine.
will be there, between the curtains are preparing for the poor survivors of the earthquake, including that the little people that some time ago, on FB, perhaps even without malevolent intent, rather they are safe without any malevolent intent (and perhaps this is worse), I heard you call "common people" that populate so sensitive and so easily suggestible to proximity and gestures of attention, ready to be moved the stories of "Pronto Raffaella", which sees the television series about police officers, police, financial police, coast guards, forest ... that actually manages to enjoy the company of the jokes Bagaglino, which follows every Saturday, "La Corrida "Conrad's time and now his successor Gerry Scotti, who is passionate to" Verissimo "... Almost within hours
Berlusconi, stunned everyone, even his ministers, decides that the G8 summit will be in Abruzzo and not in a blindatissima Sardinian place, resulting in a threefold objective: to draw more international media attention on ' event, bringing the "Big" of the Earth between the humble and simple in a region devastated by the earthquake and They pointed to the qualities of pride, pride, courage and tenacity of Abruzzo, and by extension of the Italians; save a heap of millions and millions of euro, how many were needed in order to prepare the summit of Sardinia, which will flow into funds for reconstruction, zero the risk of demonstrations and protests NO GLOBAL because even the most rowdy of them (apart from the difficulty of moving between the Abruzzo and rubble and tents) can not think of disturbing a summit that brings together the mighty of the earth to the last and poor or thinking about adding to the many travails of the population Abbruzzese also lodge parades, white overalls, black bib, bins on fire.
course, is demagogy, populism, charismatic leader in all these choices. But
are choices that the "people" feel and share and cement a feeling of greater closeness to their feelings of Berlusconi and his moods, and are inspired by a concreteness of doing that in a nation intoxicated by words, analysis, measures where, worn out words like "great challenge", "great opportunity", "appropriate responses to complex problems" or slogan now almost forgotten and failed miserably as "I Care", "You can do" (literal translation ugly and pathetic the "Yes We Can" Obama), not to mention the pathetic "I Got" casiniani.
The real world is not the place of blogs and virtual meeting place for facebook and reassure each other like old friends in a picture or a group lost in a thousand paths of individual trajectories, family and social identity, the core, we are always the same, the pride of the old political symbols.
E 'out of the rubble, in the many countries of the Apennines, between the houses of the "people" of which we middle-class professionals and bureaucrats, intellectuals, patrons of the blog and facebook have we not even a real idea, too busy to celebrate itself as moral and intellectual elite of this nation, including a meeting in the library for the presentation of the last book of fashion and cry or just a coffee para-literary.
Thirty, forty years ago was to the left people, the people, for the people, today is the living rooms, libraries, in the departments in the social dinners.
people Meditate, meditate
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Install Floor Aluminum Fishing Boat
Diving Bell and the Butterfly The
This young man, who bestrides the bike between her children, one excited and the other fear is Jean Dominique Bauby, the French journalist, suffering from a rare syndrome the brainstem, from the name that recalls a plane (locked-out syndrome), following a stroke in December 1995 remained completely paralyzed, unable to move only one eye and blinked.
passed the first and black despair, a prisoner of his body, which gave him the feeling of being stuck in a diving suit divers of the deep, he realized that his thoughts and his memories, like a butterfly, allowed him to fly somewhere far away in space and time, and that his adventure decided to make a book.
The book was dictated, letter by letter, with a grueling but effective method: one sent to the publishing house's stone the letters of the alphabet, according to a "code" frequency in the French language, and he, closing the lid on composed the letter the right words, then sentences, then chapters, and then throughout the book.
Jean-Do died a couple of weeks after the publication of the book, titled "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly," published in Italy from the Ponte alle Grazie.
From the book was made into a wonderful film, which won awards at Cannes, but not in Los Angeles, but he would have deserved, perhaps because it was released simultaneously with another film about an extreme situation of the same type (The Sea Inside) .
I saw the film on Sky and I'm reading the book, which is well written with clarity, humor, without any self-pity, and that is worthy of the film because the film is worthy of the book.
Perhaps, if fate had not been so cruel, Bauby would have remained just a good journalist and a father a bit 'restless (he was separated from his wife, and I think it was a bit' womanizer).
But its fate that he dug from the depths of his spirit, free in the prison of the inert body, a great writer and the greatness of his humanity.
He could spend the last two years of his life, resigned, surly, incattivito, chose to live them with a fullness of thought and feeling soft and loving.
And I will call it as he called his father over ninety years old, his wives, his friends, Jean-Do. Great
Jean-Do, if as I believe heaven exists, certainly you a special place up there.
And you deserve it.
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