Italy alive, government dead?
Moods, discontent and feelings about the government crisis. Lady Whistledown's letter
Dear manager,
I feel the urge to reassure you: I am not part of the people appalled by the parliamentary crisis that the Prime Minister spoke about yesterday in the Chamber.
Surely we are few, or few – is it the fate of the Cassandras? – but the crisis opened by that little man called Renzi, even if there is a pandemic, is a cry of liberation, an action of character and arrogance as they have not seen for some time.
And thank goodness, one might say, there is someone who still lives!
It has been almost a year that we are here at Corte, del Conte bis, a little bored, hopelessly trying to fight it, between a red velvet and a dark wood, I am always Covid , and the idea that yes, sooner or later passes , you have to resist, lockdown, reopen, close, are we open ?, no closed, open the discos, close the intensive care, we were joking !, from a relative yes, but only in two, friends no, indeed yes, but in three ?, no, two said, otherwise it makes a bit of an orgy, and vaccines ?, we made them uhm, slip out from under the nose – someone will have paid them a cicinin more, the regions want the schools closed !, no, the government wants them open – the minister said clearly, but do they make swabs in the regions? Is it the CTS that is using the wrong data, the vaccine? It cannot be imposed, let's vaccinate the centenary, prof. no, he doesn't go to work a lot, said the union, and the entrepreneur who employs a few hundred people? But no, director, ugh, what a reactionary idea. We're not right here, although we like the tub.
It will be more than a year that he gets by – said the little man Renzi – but he was in the government, it will be said, yes, but he didn't count enough, and he turned the table upside down, maybe he was bored, nothing was decided , there is the pandemic, and the Mes bah, and the Recovery mah, and the Parliament? But no, a Dpcm, long live the armchairs, that go back to selling cans of coke, now that we have cut our annuities, but no.
The crisis, director, what a beautiful word, a fracture, we separate, to unite even more later! The crisis is power, usually there is a divinity involved, even if destructive at least something is done, let's live it to the end!
Renzi will be capricious, they say. Well, wasn't the goddess Aphrodite? He didn't care about the Trojan War, about the heroes who died, about the ships of Achaeans and even about the devious wooden horse: he had promised Paris the most beautiful woman, and Paris had her.
Renzi threw everything away, took away two ministers, renounced power even for Maria Elena. For more, they say. To get rid of Casalino. To bring the rudder straight, where you decide. Eh, a little healthy manhood every now and then, director! Are we just the rest of us here who feel nostalgic for when you beat your fist on the table? Gentiles, to Palazzo Chigi, for heaven's sake, but every now and then a bit of masculinity, for the Queen! At least there is still no talk of viruses, so much does he go on even without talking about it, and schools are closed even without talking about it, bars, restaurants and swimming pools and beauticians – oh the beauticians! – closed. What an affront.
Who can we rely on, therefore, on the PD? But no, they still pronounce the word unreliable. And the right? If she did not agree with the little man Renzi for a name instead of the Count ter, then the cartoons that run among a few parliamentarians via wapp are right: Renzi is the smartest in the village. Or the most capricious. But that's okay, here it's all a heartbeat anyway. Other than dismay. We are all a passion, for a long time the newspapers had not been opened with such greed, for a long time we had not drunk a whole background from the ocean liner, we hide to read in the bathroom, so as not to be caught by the remaining ministers!
That here is not well, otherwise, there is a brisk air you know, with this anguish of loss of ministry.
Dear director, help us too, and publish everything you can about the government crisis. The rest, as always, will happen anyway.
Your lover,
Lady Whistledown
This is a machine translation from Italian language of a post published on Start Magazine at the URL https://www.startmag.it/mondo/italia-viva-governo-morto/ on Tue, 19 Jan 2021 08:37:51 +0000.