I Need A Messy Punishment

not talk about politics

do not do it, it becomes only a starting point for thinking about this ... and yet we like.

This morning I read a newspaper article written by the usual "socio-political analyst" that infest our media, a figure halfway between a journalist and a dowser looking for a source, albeit uncertain and artificial, of truth, before which escapes, breaking his stick.

Usually this character simply move back and forth within the area of \u200b\u200bdesert that has been assigned, the rakes, freeing him from the dead roots of the theories of his colleagues, the grooves filled with doubt, of course, implicit (not taking too much risk) and then seeding sand words to read and predictable general accusations and rhetoric, which are mixed into each other, leaving the reader in constant expectation of a flowering of ideas that have never existed.

Also the article I read this morning has not won truth to the reader, merely to summarize the main shortcomings of our political system: continuity, consistency, competence, reliability and last but not in fundo "wants to do."

Every Italian citizen, you will be focused, at least once on the same points. In discussions postprandial Sunday, during which a cigarette between his fingers and cup of coffee in hand, we all feel more capable and confident about our policy, dictating to our neighbor across the table, too full of food for dissent, the recipe to view to future generations a better Italy.

the same city, in front of this article will have sighed, saying to himself: "See, I said it yesterday: want to do, this is what is missing. "

will then folded the paper, thinking that he would rather avoid going to work, as has been pleasantly renounced his complicated family the loan, the line of school children, the scolding of the head, the races that is continually do to make ends meet, trying to please everyone, except himself.

And then our citizens will be angry, thinking about the blue car, to secret accounts in the Cayman Islands, with escort, to the feasts, the covenants to maintain chair and forget about the people, while the country slides down and nobody, not even our city, has more desire to do .