When the Berlin Wall fell I was 8 years old and playing with dolls, 2 years after I stopped playing for ever to shut me up in a never-ending pain. I consoled read what happened to me before our eyes and see the film. Hard to watch or read things that could just tear a smile. So I decided to expiate a guilt that I had given. I consumed in this way almost five years of my life. I have no regret having done so, nothing happens by chance, everyone has to follow its maze.
Towards the 14 years I was to see programs that were talking about politics, because it was spoken at home. My father and his friends, many former sessantottino often attacked furiously in discussions. The friends of my father loved me. I returned this adoration into a boundless affection. They were my uncles, their presence helped me fill the void that was created with the death of my mother. It was during those years that I began to hear Berlusconi, soon feeling a sense of overwhelming disgust. I was struck by his tone, his way of being, every attitude exuded arrogance. We felt that was a powerful man despite not perceiving what came from this power. I began to look for anything that could help me figure out who he really was, even listening to the tales of his uncles. When you took the field, I think he used the term, to save Italy from the Communists, disgust soon turned to anger. Hear all their anathemas against the cursed Communists, for the first time, brought forth in me a feeling almost rancor. I could not understand how anyone could speak with such hatred of people who lived around me, I knew for their kindness, their sense of justice, their intellectual honesty. When my father sensed something was happening to me, to prevent this travesty, my educational background with an excuse, he took me out of Italy for nearly a month. It was the first time I walked the length and breadth of France in a tent. It was an unforgettable experience that marked my future. In our "on the road, among other things, my father spoke of his long political experience. Above all, I spoke of the value of the policy, which he had always approached with a spirit of service. Not failed to list the mistakes and abuses. The infighting in political parties. The deterioration that had found its way to all levels and how we arrive at the disintegration of large parties of the twentieth century. We talked about some of Berlusconi, but also the fact that in politics, though sometimes the anger is understandable, we must never be permeated with hatred. Hatred does not help to understand, and obscures the reason often leads to bad choices: policy choices in the order of the day.
My father had served its purpose, I had found a certain serenity, because that trip helped us to overcome an even bigger tragedy that, until then, we had developed to the end.
I apologize for the premise but I seemed useful to give a better sense of the path that leads to this note. Often I have heard to use harsh words against certain characters. I did this and I'll do it again because externalize anger is to prevent resentment. But how to hide that for too long we live in a climate of hatred. I wondered why all of this and the only plausible answer I've found is that all this hatred was fabricated to Berlusconi. Let me give an example: the de-legitimization of the Judiciary. By increasing the level of confrontation, using the elements of criticism towards the system, which certainly had to be reformed, and this critical turning into a hatred of the magistrates, scored the goal of becoming the eyes of His supporters, victim and accused. If other laws ad personam would never have been unthinkable for him has become a duty. Think about the story and how the intervention of Eluana Berlusconi has dramatically exacerbated the minds to the point of wearing some of fundamentalist fringe, for the girl's father relentlessly with unprecedented hatred. This created a climate of frustration that eventually made him less than the essence of the problem, which was basically an act of Christian charity, to push the clash of religion, a clash that finally opened the front door of the Vatican (and the Church is attentive and some of his faithful stop to the victims because he who sows the wind picks up storm, this also applies to those who wield the Christ by way of the sword).
Towards the 14 years I was to see programs that were talking about politics, because it was spoken at home. My father and his friends, many former sessantottino often attacked furiously in discussions. The friends of my father loved me. I returned this adoration into a boundless affection. They were my uncles, their presence helped me fill the void that was created with the death of my mother. It was during those years that I began to hear Berlusconi, soon feeling a sense of overwhelming disgust. I was struck by his tone, his way of being, every attitude exuded arrogance. We felt that was a powerful man despite not perceiving what came from this power. I began to look for anything that could help me figure out who he really was, even listening to the tales of his uncles. When you took the field, I think he used the term, to save Italy from the Communists, disgust soon turned to anger. Hear all their anathemas against the cursed Communists, for the first time, brought forth in me a feeling almost rancor. I could not understand how anyone could speak with such hatred of people who lived around me, I knew for their kindness, their sense of justice, their intellectual honesty. When my father sensed something was happening to me, to prevent this travesty, my educational background with an excuse, he took me out of Italy for nearly a month. It was the first time I walked the length and breadth of France in a tent. It was an unforgettable experience that marked my future. In our "on the road, among other things, my father spoke of his long political experience. Above all, I spoke of the value of the policy, which he had always approached with a spirit of service. Not failed to list the mistakes and abuses. The infighting in political parties. The deterioration that had found its way to all levels and how we arrive at the disintegration of large parties of the twentieth century. We talked about some of Berlusconi, but also the fact that in politics, though sometimes the anger is understandable, we must never be permeated with hatred. Hatred does not help to understand, and obscures the reason often leads to bad choices: policy choices in the order of the day.
My father had served its purpose, I had found a certain serenity, because that trip helped us to overcome an even bigger tragedy that, until then, we had developed to the end.
I apologize for the premise but I seemed useful to give a better sense of the path that leads to this note. Often I have heard to use harsh words against certain characters. I did this and I'll do it again because externalize anger is to prevent resentment. But how to hide that for too long we live in a climate of hatred. I wondered why all of this and the only plausible answer I've found is that all this hatred was fabricated to Berlusconi. Let me give an example: the de-legitimization of the Judiciary. By increasing the level of confrontation, using the elements of criticism towards the system, which certainly had to be reformed, and this critical turning into a hatred of the magistrates, scored the goal of becoming the eyes of His supporters, victim and accused. If other laws ad personam would never have been unthinkable for him has become a duty. Think about the story and how the intervention of Eluana Berlusconi has dramatically exacerbated the minds to the point of wearing some of fundamentalist fringe, for the girl's father relentlessly with unprecedented hatred. This created a climate of frustration that eventually made him less than the essence of the problem, which was basically an act of Christian charity, to push the clash of religion, a clash that finally opened the front door of the Vatican (and the Church is attentive and some of his faithful stop to the victims because he who sows the wind picks up storm, this also applies to those who wield the Christ by way of the sword).
disagree for the same conflict of interest: just think the whole story of Rete 4. Sure there were mistakes and mischiefs of the enemy camp that made him to make things easier, but the pivot of his whole action was in the climate of hate that he so unscrupulously using almost all of the information, has skillfully constructed transforming Mediaset, the snake that swallows any competition, a victim of the Communists. Already they always those damned Bolsheviks.
For this reason it is reasonable to think that every political act that your hopes to use the path of dialogue with a similar character, well be useless if not harmful, is strategically insane. Just remember the end of D'Alema and his bicameral and Veltroni's feel-good approach at the beginning of this legislature. The only game he knows and to be feared, however, is that of strength. Just think of the heavy blackmail that has forced the league in recent days.
Today it is no longer to be anti-Berlusconi, the problem that we all must ask is the real safeguard of democracy in Italy. At these events, all the political forces that are inspired by the area left of center, all without exception, must make a sound reflection. After all not forget that such arrogance is also born of front against the stupidity of how he moved and still continue to move. While others were cutting off the beam on which we were already on the brink, we are still talking about the sex of angels. If Prodi told the next day we had to hear the chanting of 300 idiots, on all channels of information that Knight kindly offered, to say the opposite. Not by chance today to see the PD is not a former secretary of PCI. It 'just air in the left, reformist and radical, this moth of dementia that destroys the next day that built the day before. Not the case today, even before the disaster, the famous radical left, despite a barrage of election, is crushed and resentful. What we need understand all, to return to the lesson that I was once given, is that if Berlusconi has focused on the clash hateful did it in a strategic way. Us if we remain mired in hatred, along with the typical search for differentiation at all costs, we risk once again of all the wrong choices.
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