Remember Jannacci in an old song? "He told the news ...", then it is true. It matters little that shit is huge (will denial) that the / journalist reads like a parrot what is passed by its director, (but you pierce the video, listening to), give a damn if there is anyone that Tg gossip are e. .. nothing else.
policy today are here and those others who maybe non vediamo subito (perché la politica parrebbe non c'entrarci niente), ma sul “chiacchiericcio” possono costruire e/o demolire una carriera (non faccio nomi, ma avete capito no?).
Da ragazzo la Politica era impossibile non farla, foss'anche per motivi sbagliati (tipo: o di qua o di là), ma se ne subiva il fascino, credevamo potesse essere strumento di indirizzo di una comunità, Comune o Stato, nel micro e nel macro, non aveva importanza.
Ti ciucciavi le tribune politiche perché il Babbo, a casa, non cambiava canale e si incazzava di brutto if he tries to escape in the room: "Here lies, he speaks of you too." Did not understand well what language a bit 'strange convergence of parallel, governments of non-confidence, but something came. You might not like what you saw, what they were saying, but in the hope that (not really at all, but almost). None of us, believe me, would have thought to call the Prime Minister by name, ever, let alone devote a hymn.
When we saw the services from Moscow or China, and moved with the crowds cheering, we were told "that stuff is called the cult of personality": a kind of anathema fired up the neo-pagan .
It was, as now, pro or against the Church, the Church, but we hardly built on top of an existential paradigm (to the limit they gave you the baciapile eat or priests), but it ended there, travel on all squares, the phrase "Religion is the opium of the people", but if your friend went to Mass on Sunday, waiting for him outside. We respect the sacred, even those who said no. I had an uncle, Medal of the Resistance who always told me that the human being in its maximum pain in his mouth two words "God, or Mother," and added that the people curse, because, after all, a little ' We also believe them.
We were better than us? No, I do not. We were different, without the other substance, because that kind of sucked milk that kept everything inside: the '68 and his post, the utopian anarchy and order, a sense of fatherland and its negation: curious to know where was our way, eager to take the bull by the horns to see how it would end.
But concrete? What have we done? Like all generations of the middle (between paintings in color and black and white TV only between public and private TV only, between traditional value systems and the deconstruction of the same), we clinging vine that there was the first date. In absolute confusion between what had been ours and what we would have been us, we thought the only certainty granite: the ego!. The self as a man, I like the profession, I as a career, seeking in things immediate satisfaction: this is what was touted as "freedom." We have started a movement "made in Italy" that has touched everyone that has penetrated into all that now reveals his diabolical: the movement of clever, code-named "Fuck them other people." But watch out, we have adhered to this beautiful blanket, we could say no, but we did not. We were, I said, a generazione di mezzo, mentre quelle successive non lo erano più e di scelte non se ne parla. Gli abbiamo servito un piatto già cotto ed un mondo interamente da ricostruire, ma accidenti, a chi ci rivolgiamo falsamente per rimettere a posto le cose? Ai giovani: eh già, proprio a coloro ai quali non abbiamo dato scelta (pareva fosse così, ma non é vero). E ci lamentiamo che non leggono? Che non hanno un'idea portante per la loro vita? Che hanno spento l'interruttore della “critica”?. Ma suvvia! Non prendiamoli per il culo. Che strumenti gli diamo per portaci fuori dalle secche? Internet? Ma davvero? E allora perché non c'è la banda larga (quella vera) e in ogni luogo? Gli abbiamo dato un sistema educativo pregno di “quell'insegnamento” che dovrebbe lasciare per l'appunto, il segno? Non ridete, lo so. Però gli abbiamo dato il cinema 3D, i tv lcd, a led, telefonini coi quali scambiarsi sms (mica parlare), videocam (per fare sesso virtuale), il digitale-analogico (chiedete ad un sedicenne che cazzo vuol dire...) e tanti Totti, Ibra, Ronaldo! Divertitevi raga, fatelo ora che é meglio. Gli facciamo vedere tanta bella gnocca, a tutte le ore, in tutte le salse e fisici da paura, articoli da comprare per avere quel fisico, shopping via web, via tele, via cavo. Ci credo che si sballano: lo farei anch'io. Dove sono tutte quelle strafighe? E il mio Mulino Bianco, dov'è? Lo vogliono. Glielo abbiamo promesso (fatto understood). Knocking on our doors and do not know what the hell is a global financial crisis: how could they, given that we did? We should have the courage to ask them an excuse not to ask for votes, " girls, guys, sorry, we did shit for over thirty years, but be merciful, we did not understand ... Now, please, put things right and spazzateci away, put in a corner, with a cover on the legs, a caress and let us not ask opinions, advice, opinion. These unfortunately have to look to yourselves, exits, streets, squares, connect, but my God, started to talk, exchange ideas, make a fist, but if you think you have seen us right do not stop screaming. Throw away the pills of happiness, throw things that are not needed, do not believe at the rate 0, stay away from the banks, indeed, close them all! There are no free things in our world, in yours, let us be. Counted on word of mouth to choose a book, movie, not on literary prizes, the jury: the ones we are. Abolish the reality (who invented them and those who participate, but do not understand or who can not do shit? That does not say anything?), Delete the televoting: we have taken the piss for years. You do not need someone to send ringtones and logos for your cell phone, you do yourself. There is no drink that takes away your thirst, you make it come: the ones we sell them to you. Not avete bisogno di facebook per far sapere come state, per quello ci sono gli Amici: chiamateli! So che pare impossibile ora, ma l'amicizia (quella con la A) é dentro i vostri cuori, siete vivi e siete fatti per essere amici di un amico. Non avete bisogno di cose per dire agli altri “io esisto”, non cercate qualcuno che vi tiri fuori dalla merda: quelli siamo noi. Fatelo da soli che non vuol dire in “solitario”: date fiducia a quelle persone che dicono una cosa, magari solo una e la fanno. Siate ciò che siete, diventate ciò che siete, tutto il resto non conta, tutto il resto, siamo noi!”
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