“I pray to Allah for you!” (poison the wells)
(… I write in the buzz aroused by the grillini grillini, taking up a theme already explored here , and in numerous other contributions …)
Yesterday I woke up a little pissed off. The match of the DG (general discussion) on Minister Fitto's communications had remained in my hands, and I hadn't had time to put my head on the majority resolution except superficially, ad adjuvandum on which (as majority deputy) I would have intervened. Basically, I limited myself to checking its commitments:
making sure they didn't contain stuff like massacres of firstborns, assets, green houses, climate lockdowns , or the like (I trust the government, but my job is to check it)!
On the other hand, the previous afternoon had been devoted to examining the agendas, the redundant liturgy of the lower house, so that I had little time to "be a technician". So, as I started the car, I wondered what I was going to talk about, how I was going to intervene in a debate that in my opinion really shouldn't have taken place, for at least two reasons. In the meantime, because the PNRR really shouldn't have started: this was the correct line of action, even according to the mainstream , but as usual, under the urgency of a crisis, Europe had "made progress" by proposing with the PNRR labeled the BICC 's old wine, a German proposal that had been promptly rejected to the sender for years, simply because it exposed (as we can clearly see today) to an undue and irrational level of interference by European bureaucracies in the national political process. Secondly, because the current debate was largely based on nothing, on a series of fake news taken up by the mainstream press, which in my opinion should not even have been answered, and to which countering was disheartening, also because only absolute bad faith could support the topic of "cuts", and to me the exercise of confronting those who lie knowing they are lying seems a bit sterile.
At the usual traffic light, the usual peddler, I think Pakistani, or Afghan (I never had time to delve into this, like countless other things…), who sees me talking to myself every morning (the itinerant Facebook live broadcasts…) , and he respects my folly, this time, seeing me in a dream, he steps in and asks me to help him because there is no one left in Rome. The least useless thing he had to offer were lighters, which as you know have a life of their own and tend to escape the owner's control. He gives me three or four, I give him a fistful of euros, and he thanks me and greets me: "Thank you, you good person, I pray to Allah for you!"
I walk away, reassured by these affectionate words (for so little!), applying Pascal's wager: considering that I really didn't know where to vote for my speech, the idea that someone would invoke the benevolence of the supreme summit of the three great monotheistic religions reassured me. Under the hauberk of such a patron, I decide in the classroom to say what I think (do no harm, fear not), and the result can be seen here:
Up to here, apart from the scoop of gravel that I took off my shoes, we would have remained normal. But then the hand of Allah appeared :
(or was it the one from the press office?) and the matrix had another glitch : a simple truth ( the PNRR was used by the left to poison wells ) was broadcast on Tg1 and Tg2, at lunch and dinner (which someone will have gone sideways):
You can find the text, as usual, on my Telegram channel .
(… and now forgive me but I have to move on to something else …)
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/2023/08/io-prega-allah-per-te-avvelenare-i-pozzi.html on Wed, 02 Aug 2023 08:33:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.