The agenda, or the hardness of living
(… the real agenda, not the metaphorical one, which simply doesn't exist because you don't need it …)
(… today's agenda:
ends at 11pm but what's after 8pm doesn't interest you, except for this:
while the rest falls within the legitimate sphere of action of my affairs… ).
Today I was at lunch with a colleague from the left, whom I had audited in the previous legislature as a technician (him), and who has come on board in this one. I briefly reminded him of the episode, asking him how he was. As he was about to answer, the waitress intervened, asking me if I wanted to pay, and I: "But first, let's get the ladies and gentlemen to order: I have Commission but only in ten minutes…". And ladies and gentlemen order. After that, the former auditor, and today an auditor ( aures habent et non audient ), says to me, in an access of sincerity very in keeping with his specific dating back professionalism, but equally involuntarily comical: "Eh, sure, here we make a a truly frenetic life, the commitment is constant, a commitment to study, presence, dialogue, and always done in a tight time frame, with no possibility of going deeper… People should know that we work here, they should be told!"
And I, silent and prim, nodded.
Then between one and the other of those errands, while I was walking up a flight of stairs, I overtook a 5-star colleague heading towards the classroom like me. My colleague greets me and says: "Of course you never stand still for a moment here!" And I: "Better, at least let's take the 10,000 steps prescribed by science!" And she: "Yes, but people don't know how much work is done here!" And I: "There must be a reason…".
And I shoot straight.
How many journalists, how many grillini (together with non-zero intersection), have told that this was a den of slackers! But then, once on board, they were brought back to the harshness of life . Thus we observe the retribution in them: they have spread, by discrediting the institutions, the idea that citizens would have had a stronger representation by weakening their representatives, and now you see them struggling in irrelevance when they want to bring home some results.
But no one does a discourse of honesty and truth about politics, because a politician who wants to make a career has no incentive to talk about politics, just like an economist who wants to make a career has no incentive to engage in a dissemination project.
Then there are the exceptions: I made a political career (not wanting to do it) by divulging economics, and here I am telling you in detail about politics in its concreteness , in the dynamics of the processes formalized by the regulation and of the informal ones (to the extent that tell without infringing the duties of confidentiality), in the difficulty of opening up to the reasons of the other and in the search for a mediation: in short, in what you know very well to do , but which for some strange reason you are unable to recognize as soon as someone brays # aaaaabolidiga!!1!1!
A single voice against the braying of the sans-culotte grillini and the gobbling of the grillini in grisaille.
Beata solitudo, sola beatitudo.
(… and now I'll leave you: I continue to do nothing, but with elegance. You be good! …)
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/2023/01/lagenda-ovvero-la-durezza-del-vivere.html on Wed, 18 Jan 2023 17:12:00 +0000. Some rights reserved under CC BY-NC-ND 3.0 license.