Dreams in the dumpster: all the own goals of the center-right. There is no trace of an iron lady (or mister) here …
The posthumous slogan of the bright campaign for the center-right administrative offices could be: dreams in the dumpster. And not just in Rome. On the contrary. Gullible or worse? One suspects that there is a method in such a string of errors and own goals. From the ghost candidates to the refusal of leaders to get involved, from the almost uncritical adhesion to European subjection, to the substantial indifference to the costs of fraudulent ecological transitions, to the rising tide of taxes, up to the inability, let's face it, to send clear signals about clear content. Did the Fidanza and Morisi cases have an impact? But no, let's not make an alibi, those are details, badly managed as long as you want but of little or no weight in the convictions of an electorate who is simply tired of legitimizing a condition of strangeness and indifference with the vote. Let us also assume that, in a coalition of all within, or to the side, citizens do not understand why a system should come to sabotage itself.
In fact, one of the reasons for the abstention on the right is precisely this: but if they are in the government, and I don't believe in this government of restrictions, of senseless obligations, of paranoid harassment, of left-wing subsidization, then what am I voting for them to do? To leave them better than before? That is to say: the potentially majority sensitivity in the country, that anguished by concrete urgencies, not by the mental blowjobs of politically correct or gender identity, does not find representation and at this point it no longer seeks it. She got tired of fishing from the basket punctually rotten or tasteless apples.
They are not millions of nostalgics for Salò or for the racial laws, this is a cowardice that only the oiled left propaganda can afford to feed. They are ordinary men, poor christs and poor devils who are no longer able to pull the cart and would expect if not help at least the freedom to try. Instead it is prevented by a system that is rediscovered liberal in words but direct in its choices. They are not only the outskirts of the dispossessed, they are also the shops, the small businesses, the humble and courageous dreams of those who are one step away from reaching the dispossessed and do not understand why they cannot find anyone who cares about simplifying their life, opening their doors to them. cages of an increasingly corroded bureaucracy, of a perverse legalism, of an infamous tax system, of an eternal prejudice towards those who work and take risks on their own. Things said over and over again, we agree, but it is not our fault that the more we repeat them the less they are considered. We are at year zero, nailed to a paternalistic regime where a general in charge of achieving mass immunization to surreptitiously impose the pass, who does not let anything pass, says: but yes, the vaccine is just a little virus. And he proves that he does not know the object of his mission at all.
More clearly, it is not a question of dissociating oneself from a fascism that ended almost eighty years ago, but of finding a Thatcher here too. One that has the courage and the ability to marry a pragmatic liberalism, not ideologically encrusted. The trouble is, they don't even try to look for it. Which parties are allergic to a certain idea of a pervasive, omnipresent state? Which leaders are able to realize that it is not a question of appealing to a senile nationalism, with pathetic or cabaret flavors, but of understanding what Federico Rampini says in his new essay “Stop Beijing” ? And that is, that every desire for self-contempt, every habit of reconsidering Western history as a history of mass murderers and criminals, weakens the foundations of a continent, and as far as we are concerned, a country that China is colonizing not only on the economic side but also on the the mental or, if you prefer, philosophical. China, it is Rampini to specify it, is a continent, yes, frankly racist and with a proud racism, which does not admit discussions; there is a national identity that does not consider altera pars and, even in citizens scattered around the world, perceives those who host them as inferior beings who sooner or later will have to resign themselves, be subjected and bow to the curious mixture of Confucianism, communism and technocratic super-liberty. Beijing relies precisely on the self-destructive impulses of the West to break through and, in truth, it succeeds all too easily.
That's why we need a Thatcher. Here there is no trace of an iron lady, nor of a mister, for that matter. And if by chance there are, they are isolated, strangled in the cradle. But if there is one thing that the bad outcome of the administrative consultation for the center-right confirmed, it is that the lower or lower classes, the unfortunates of the hinterlands, of the infernal suburban belts, did not vote. They are all votes lost for the right, which today finds itself the burden of representing them and it seems to do everything to shrug it off.
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