Memories from the territory (the site)
Over the weekend I completed my 708 kilometres: Saturday from Rome to Ortona for the gazebo, home to an interview that was memorable in many ways
(moreover, it is absolutely true that I have a particular devotion to the figure of Saint Thomas , the patron saint of non-transformers, so much so that the less distracted of you will remember that I went to visit him before starting the 2022 electoral campaign ); then from Ortona, where Saint Thomas rests, to Castiglione a Casauria, where another saint, San Clemente, no longer rests (here is a detail of the abbey of the same name: once upon a time you would have been able to tell me which family this coat of arms belongs to…):
a saint expressing another specialty of Abruzzo, that of the popes who abdicate (the abbey is under the Morrone, those educated in the 20th century will see the connection), for a conference on the Maiella Park, which included among other things the presentation of a project by Marco Mazzei:
then from Castiglione to Casauria to Pennapiedimonte, the town of stonecutters, where I studied languages:
and I found rest in the silence of a historic center impenetrable to cars (electric or otherwise), and therefore cat-friendly:
waiting for the dawn:
awakened me, to enter the mountain up the Avello valley , with its spectacular views of the Murelle:
(in anticipation of a busy dinner somewhere between Garrufo and Sant'Egidio I needed to go into deficit…); then running (compatibly with the slow infantry intercepted along the way) to Tornareccio, the city of mosaics, for the Honey Queen:
and then, after the award ceremony for the best honeys in Abruzzo (and therefore in the world), up in the hills, in Pizzoferrato, to study my favorite D'Onofrio
given that in the next album with the neo-Bourbon it has been established that I will do three solo pieces, which will be, in accordance with the project's approach, a canzona, a passaged madrigal and a fantasia (and here you see it and someone will recognize it), this the last one is rather bizarre and certainly to be done on the organ, since the harpsichord would not honor the wisdom (or sadism) of its counterpoint, then down towards the Teramo area where they were waiting for me:
(and there is a lot to say about the political speeches we held, from which I understood a lot about why it necessarily has to get much worse before it can get a little better – and this morning speaking with Nello Preterossi, who will be coming to #goofy13 , I noted that ultimately on this point we think, unfortunately, tragically the same way), then up to Civitella del Tronto where I rested, this time getting up a little after dawn, on Monday, to go to the Palazzo della Cultura in Teramo, where we have not a slide but a model:
to attend a beautiful ceremony , and then rush back to Via XX Settembre, and then home.
Various seats are warmed up: one is that of the 500L, the blue car that the median voter doesn't expect (also because it's not blue), but there's nothing to be done…
Grillismo has now irremediably corrupted the Italian people: the choice between protecting democracy or abandoning oneself to social envy, between wanting dignity for oneself or taking it away from another, in the end is not much more difficult nor much more unpredictable than that between Christ and Barabbas. I remind schoolchildren in the 21st century how it went:
Sunday's dinner was paradigmatic in this sense: everyone spoke badly of the Grillini, it goes without saying , it was still a "centre-right" dinner, but, without even realizing it, everyone used the Grillini's arguments, starting from the most stupid, but precisely for this reason easier to grasp: number and salaries of parliamentarians (and members of the executive)! Incidentally, here is a brief history of cuts to parliamentarians' salaries : if you are an orthopteran, equip yourself with a roll of Scottex because you might need it. It goes without saying that in the meantime those in charge have increased. Now, the point is not that I don't care about these details because they aren't important. The point is that the grillanza is a dead-end and one-way street: the bib at the mouth is triggered for those who are pointed out to you as caste, and at that point the discovery that others have much greater economic and social privileges does not lead to even the slightest reflection ! So I didn't go into these details, just as I didn't point out that while they were biting the calves of their representatives like a pack of mangy dogs, every couple of years a new "independent agency" was set up made up of nominees (not elected), with higher emoluments and zero responsibilities: the parallel Government of the guarantor of European unity, conceived to put a spoke in the wheels of a Government that possibly, supported by a parliamentary majority, wanted to at least partially change course. The grillanza never makes those calculations… And not even my line of attack ("if you consider the grillini of the runaways, why do you continue to use their arguments?") did not take hold in the simple minds of the bystanders.
Aristotle is like courage: those who don't have it can't give it…
In short, this was the heaviest part of the dinner, but luckily it was also the low-calorie part! While I was preparing to face that heat on Sunday morning, at a certain point I saw the light at the end of the tunnel:
and I had to admit my failure.
The fact is that yes, I had believed a little (and I think I also expressed it here) in the performative value of the word and of technical truth, let's say, to use an overused term: of (economic) science. I was also talking about this with Nello this morning: the idea that by telling things as they are (and I certainly did this, with courage) the pueblo would become aware and ask the politicians to do the right thing otherwise # nontivotopiùùùùùh1!!1!
A rather naive idea, and although this naivety might have been excusable in someone who had zero political experience (and this was an advantage at the time), I am nevertheless a little ashamed of it. Of course, there had certainly been a problem of scale, of diffusion of the message ( we all remember how the publisher went against it ), but this was inevitable if we wanted to position ourselves outside the perimeter. What I didn't understand, what I couldn't understand, was first of all that your adherence to my message of technical truth ("in a monetary union a negative exogenous shock is absorbed by wages"), an adherence that I would have liked to be rational, was emotional instead. After all, this was what prevented you from promoting rational adherence in your interlocutors: the fact that you couldn't make them understand something that you hadn't understood. My desperation and my truth were immediately clear to you, but surely it still hasn't entered your head that the money that goes into your pocket has a plus sign and the money that comes out of it has a minus sign, and that when all the money has gone out it takes borrow them. Yes, we know that grillanza and piddanza are the daughters of a minor anthropology, but however anthropologically disadvantaged they are, do you mean to tell me that they would not be able to grasp such a simple thing on a rational level if it were proposed to them with due caution?
The fact is that it's difficult to get things into your head. This can be achieved with the principle of authority, and this is the strength of the PD: the military control of the bodies that grant licenses of authority (for the sake of my country I leave out a topic dear to Daniele: the incurable scarcity of choices made on the right when it's about protecting these places). Or, you have to wait for them to come in from somewhere else. You know my disconsolate reflection by now and I have made it clear several times: a people rotten with grievances needs a strong shock to start desiring democracy again, and to sufficiently violate the nature of an orthopter, to the point of making it desire the Constitution. of '48, that thing must happen so dramatically against the natural order of things which is the death of a son (in war). Céline understood this and in this sense the Union is working for us. It goes without saying that all the work done here is testimony to the fact that I would prefer it not to come to that and I have done, naively, imperfectly, failing, everything in my power to avoid it. Of course it is difficult to imagine that what is happening to millions of people around the world is also affecting us! Let us console ourselves by thinking that in January 1914 it seemed impossible. So that's fine. Compared to the scale of what lies ahead, the scale of my personal failure remains a few orders of magnitude smaller.
Perhaps it is also for this reason that I dash from one corner of my college to another, or that I rack my brains to decipher Frescobaldi's fantasies, or that I am passionate about the exciting events of professional cases: to not think about what I know, which here we all know, being in the logic of things.
But in the end this isn't even what I wanted to talk to you about, also because I don't want to add failure to failure, and if I may have deluded myself into promoting a reflection on the rationality of certain institutions (a reflection which is not original), I certainly cannot delude myself into stopping with hands the wind of SShistory!
My request today was simpler and more concrete. I am restructuring my personal website, which I would like to remain as evidence of my attempts (my very personal Essays in persuasion ), but I would also like it to be a tool to help noobs to orient themselves in the ramifications of the themes and analyzes stratified over time, or even simply to participate in the life of our community (therefore, ultimately, to bring here or to the #goofy people who are looking for the site of the senator of the #aaaaaLega …).
Do you have suggestions? What would you like to see on your guru's website? What did it do to break you out of your torpor? What content would you need? I'm looking at the sites of illustrious colleagues, and honestly I can't find one that convinces me (I'm referring to the sites, not the colleagues).
If you put some suggestions here, maybe you will help me do something useful (i.e. useless, for the reasons we said: but that hope will never die…).
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/2024/09/memorie-dal-territorio-il-sito.html on Tue, 24 Sep 2024 14:06:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.