Get your act together!
(… I've completed the corrections to the album recorded in Pizzoferrato last November: two record companies have already expressed interest. I'm not a good judge of my own work, albeit for reasons opposite to those one might assume: that is, after listening to it over and over again, I hate it, and I'm therefore very curious to see what other people will think. A complimentary copy is for the well-known information operator, and will be delivered to him in a green envelope …)
(… wedding anniversary, the second, because time flies, in Venice. The few Italians scattered among the tourists recognize me. At the checkout of our favorite restaurant, the very young waiter says to me: "I grew up listening to your interview on byoblu!" And I, seraphic: "It's still relevant, the problems remain the same and we're working on it." The feeling is that the social media bubble, without which we wouldn't have been able to achieve certain results, has now become a distorting mirror and a burden. The story of Article 68 has been quite instructive. The fact that tens of thousands of followers failed to squeeze more than a couple of thousand signatures out of them, I think, has something to teach us, even if I'm not sure about what: about how much of a fake there is in social engagement? About how impossible it is to rewind the tape of history to give Italians back a parliamentary republic as envisaged by the '48 Constitution? The fact is that it's the Italians who don't want it, and you can't go to heaven in spite of the saints, nor do anything The good of people despite themselves, against their will. There's a certain degree of saccharine paternalism à la Padoa-Schioppa in the therapeutic obstinacy with which we seek to restore to Italians the meaning of certain institutions. If they don't understand it, so be it! It's their business! We can't take on the task of making them understand it, were it not for the fact that this would put us in a genuinely unpleasant position of intellectual superiority. There's only one healthy way to lead people to love democracy and its institutions, and that is to put them in a position where they need them. Normally, only a war in which the sons of the rich die achieves this miracle—the Trentes Gloriouseuses didn't follow the Second World War by a twist of fate, but because that's how it works. Our aspiration to prevent History from doing its grim but indispensable work combines the stale paternalism of the founding torturers with a certain romantic titanism that we will have to learn to do without. Things go as they must, the individual will make the difference, but there are also those who think differently:
And that's not to say I'm wrong, so, just in case, I avoid getting too worked up and stick to building social and relational capital. The people who stop us on the street to thank us outnumber those sent down the drain to smear us, and, above all, they're people who have a life. This, as encouragement, is more than enough, along with the fact that at #goofy we'll be as many as we were in 2016… )
Two days ago, something funny and instructive happened. In beautiful symmetry, while in print one of the many monatti was calling me a "malcontent":
(I would be one of the "colonels" of Via Bellerio who instigate the "Captain" against General Giorgetti, as I understand it…), following a now consolidated line, like the one that two days earlier had pushed another esteemed exponent of our press that the world envies us, whom for once I had not avoided (after the rudeness he had done to me in 2018, in fact, I keep him away from my nostrils, and I see that I must start not greeting him again…), to say that after Meloni's speech:
That is, while the printed press was suspending me, as usual, for excessive "sovereignty" (a useless and harmful word, but I won't go back to this ), in the social sewer another esteemed information operator was coming out with the same and opposite argument:
According to which I am the irrelevant and submissive turncoat, subordinate to Giancarlo, to whom I surrendered, defeated, selling myself to the powers that be! A sort of reverse character assassination , where the poison of the argument is not that I (or Borghi) create financial instability, but that we don't create enough of it (with the implication of the Five Star Movement, which has such a hold on simple souls, of wanting to remain glued to their seats—which you know how much I care about!).
This second narrative, admittedly more innovative, was visibly coordinated. As the Inside24 clip put it:
in which I explain that we have understood how it works were several nice influencers , who probably thought of embarrassing me, but they only managed to make those who can understand it (I would therefore exclude sabrysocialists, grillini philosophers and "treider" …) understand what the raw nerve of power is (and above all those who are working for power).
What drives them crazy is that, as they know very well, the destructive antagonism between me (which I count fairly, so let's say between Salvini) and Giancarlo is their invention, that we work together, that we appreciated the words, albeit superfluous, with which Giancarlo, who is a witty person, jokingly urged us at the first meeting after the formation of the Government in 2022 not to let him end up like Liz Truss (a person with whom I have since had the pleasure of comparing myself, learning that the whole world is the same), and that therefore since we were neither crazy as they painted us and hoped we were, nor Giancarlo the conformist and subservient as they paint him and hope he is, blowing us up is difficult, and stopping us from changing things is very complex, because the chatter about two-euro pension increases, or the poor quality of the jobs created, or the sell-off of state-owned companies, or the thousand other bullshit that the PdG system is trying to sabotage us, despite having a lot of sales on social media thanks to principles of thought like the strange Becchi-Zibordi couple, they don't reach the population, because Italians are not stupid, they see that their son, or, even stranger, their father has found a job, they see that their pension has increased, they see that the Government is applying the golden power , etc., and so from so much alarmism the mice and the monatti can only achieve a rebound effect, one that consolidates the consensus around the Government, and that sends them into frantic anxiety, because they, the information operators, the official ones and the informal ones, the monatti of the press and the rats of the social sewer, can afford everything, except one thing: another right-wing Government, which is aligned with just as many right-wing Governments in the other two main European countries.
Hence the nice attempt to make me lose the support of those who have already stolen it from me for years (with gossip, as with gossip they gave it to me): the betrayed lovers, like poor Fiorenza, the famous partisans, the hate-traditors, and all this more or less smelly foam that floats in the social sewer.
I laugh about it and take the good part, which is what I told you: if they simultaneously accuse us of being sovereignists and Giorgettians, malcontents and conformists, two things emerge clearly: the first is that we are clearly Andreottianly right, since we are being accused of the same thing! The second is that we are finally scaring them, and to scare them, it wasn't necessary to yell: just smile! That the system isn't sustainable is perhaps obvious to them too, and that managing the transition will be up to us is their worst nightmare.
There is great confusion under heaven, the situation is excellent!
(… see you at the Goofy: I'm clearing out my schedule to prepare the introductory and final presentations. We'll have fun and learn, as always… )
This is a machine translation of a post (in Italian) written by Alberto Bagnai and published on Goofynomics at the URL https://goofynomics.blogspot.com/2025/10/mettetevi-daccordo.html on Mon, 27 Oct 2025 21:36:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.