Clockwork investigations: eternal suicidal vocation of the right and eternal double standards of the left
Journalistic inquiries with clockwork. Criminal investigations just as clockwork. The timing, let's face it, is absolutely extraordinary: morbid details, rough events, money, sex, drugs, Nazism, fascism, in the space of a few days and only 48 hours from the important administrative elections that will see the major Italian cities as protagonists, have fallen on Italian public opinion like a torrent in the flood season, involving the two major center-right parties.
The Morisi story is turning, day after day, into a sort of porn soap opera, seasoned with Friedkin's Cruising details, and an exorbitant attention from the left-eyed who between a sermon on the legalization of drugs and a tirade against homophobia instead she now finds herself braying, excited and enthusiastic, against the mastermind of the former “Beast”, with foaming at the mouth and moralism from Torquemada with Peppone's mustache.
And so while Mimmo Lucano is sentenced to thirteen years in prison, in the first instance, for having done what the judges believe to be the commercialization of public money and the literal business of welcoming the desperate people who land on our shores and the left clearly discovers, unexpectedly, that the judgments can be criticized, that the judiciary can be a problem, and launches in high yelps of suffering, between tears and assorted whining, in a sparkling rainbow of guarantee in which Antigone becomes Davigo, here is Morisi, almost simultaneously, given in lunch at the press for a party with some Romanian children: and here, open heaven, because if the convicted of crimes against the Lucanian public administration becomes guilty of the 'crime of hospitality', and down to bolsa, slimy, and usual rhetoric double standard of the left, Morisi is crushed, torn to pieces, shredded, ground, and every detail, sordid but completely useless for legal purposes i, thrown into the trough of a public opinion crazed like a shark grappling with a trail of blood.
But you don't pay for Morisi and his kids, whose consistency could be morally questionable but which, let's face it in a limpid way, does not seem then, with the passage of time and with the increasingly evident contradictions of the escorts , so criminally relevant, here is that on the wings of a Fanpage report , a journalist of which has infiltrated the world of the ultra-right Milanese for years, the fetid undergrowth of nostalgism is revealed and its contacts, not episodic, with the Brothers of Italy.
All this, after years of journalistic investigation, two days before the elections. Two days.
It will be victimization, it will be conspiracy, but certainly this extraordinary temporal synchrony leaves us to think. And clearly, the supersonic speed with which the Greens, on the wings of the aforementioned news report, presented a complaint to the Prosecutor's Office and the Prosecutor's Office let us know, as at the Pope's Angelus, that an investigation was opened with various offenses. And that others, their goodness, could add.
Other than the slowness of justice in Italy, here in terms of speed we are at the accelerations in the hyperspace of the Enterprise spacecraft, from Star Trek .
But I am relatively interested in this script: we know it, we have already seen it at work, it is stereotypical and old and moldy, and apparently only right-wing politicians seem to ignore its features and everlasting replicability as needed.
Investigation, double standards, media bombardment, disgrace, related judicial investigation, commentators who ruminate thoughtfully for the benefit of the camera to make us understand how much Italy risks ending up straight into the abyss of Nazism, all in the vicinity of some important electoral round.
I am more interested, much more, in detecting the unfortunate masochism, combined with a fair dose of stupidity, of the Italian right, or what is politologically called right.
I don't know if it is a will to die, a black vow made to the eternal sense of defeat, illuminated by the words of Drieu La Rochelle of “Wisp” when he wrote “commit suicide? There is no need, life and death are the same ", a masochism doomed to martyrdom that leads them to love the lashes received, I must assume, because on the other hand dear old Masoch taught it, " who lets himself be whipped deserves to be whipped " , but the point is that for years and years, since the right-wing parties have become more institutional and have approached the perimeter of power, from which they had been excluded for decades, an almost structural inability to propose, select, identify, train a serious ruling class that is independent, in whole or at least in part, from specks such as those spotted in the news report.
Let's face it: if you have non-episodic acquaintances with someone like the 'Black Baron', if you consider him an interlocutor, if you collaborate with us, if you invite him to your events, I would say that fascism is really the least of your problems as an aspiring party in power in Italy.
Richelieu wrote, "Give me six lines written by the best gentleman in France and I will find something to have him hanged" . Wandering around people who talk about 'Hitler worshipers', about Freemasonry, and who seem to come out of a cross between a small volume on farcical and esoteric Nazi kitsch and a film by Nando Cicero, means delivering the neck directly to the hangman's noose.
Suicidal masochism in its purest essence, determined by an objectively worrying inability to carefully and carefully select one's own executives, one's references, one's overall vision, one's environments and one's financiers.
The Italian right swerves and swerves as if on an icy road, between the never subsided temptation of a nostalgism of yesteryear and calling itself liberal, without resulting in even the slightest coherent consequence, and then conservative and then patriot and then again sovereign: the Italian right is all and none of these things, because the 'human capital' that composes it seems more interested in reveling in the very short term rather than sowing some political agenda worthy of the name.
And it is thus that for many years, inebriated with a superficial idea of geopolitics, imbued with megalomaniac readings based on empires and cosmogonic visions by Teutonic knights out of time, many cadres of the Italian right have perceived themselves and represented themselves as champions of international mediation. , of strategic negotiations, of finding funds in the most creative ways, because they believed, without really any substance of comfort, to master the arts of understanding, diplomacy, geopolitics precisely.
They thought they were a mix between Haushofer and Kissinger, but in the end they were just desperate people who ended up tragically screwed up by the press, first, and then in some trial, victims crushed by their own ignorance.
Agartha, Evola, the Schmittian Grossraum, the glacial cosmogony, the medieval castles resurrected by Himmler, the black sun, pagan Romanism, and then ending up discussing washing machines, black loans, bourgeois neighborhood finance and a norcina politic that no longer norcina you can.
You understand, here it is no longer or just a question of dossiers, of clockwork justice, because if you keep this human material 'in your stomach' you will never go anywhere. And this is the real, enormous problem that unites Meloni and Salvini in their idea of building national parties and with some international legitimacy: the selection and training of their leaders, of the people who will then sit in the municipal, municipal, regional councils, in Parliament, avoiding embarking, just to make quantity and critical mass, anyone.
Selection means to really select: aptitudes, past, curriculum, skills, studies, not to say to select and then in reality to be successful with the first who goes by so much to say that you have more exponents, militants and members than your right-wing competitor .
To train means to sbertucciato the self-acquired certainties of the new champions of the international chessboards, to take away from them some incapacitating and useless or harmful reading and to begin to make them understand that in life to become experts in something one must not improvise, but on the contrary one must study, with self-denial, discipline, method.
Otherwise you are not going anywhere and you run the risk, we see it these days, of being burned.
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