our headquarters in Bologna reminds me more and more spent on the barracks Zanzibar, and governed by the General Buttiglione made famous by one of the most dynamic Italian radio broadcasts: high grade, with Renzo Arbore Gianni Boncompagni. Attention to detail
useless the magazine the uniforms and flag room before the lift, the ceremonial greeting to those who enter - even if it is unknown fellow - as soldiers used to do the ushers of the great hotels in Rome, which they exchanged for senior officers.
activity garrison and defense - even if no one pitfall - the dreams of grandeur satisfied with acronyms and oral assignments that recall the sadness of economies to dinner, the timely reporting of any failure to comply with orders of service, with detailed description the impact on the reputation of the regiment, one-way communications, corrective, cautionary, and sanctions of every heroic lodatrici result. The ethic of the soldier, doth every hour on the portal in the mail, so grandiose, as appropriate to the poor (estimated) on the uptake capacity of the recipients.
What is the difference between the classroom and dull gray, and where I come from this camp to manipulate!
The young are always looking for an indeterminate future and employ all their energy for the benefit of those who should (why?) Make it equal to the archetypes they carry from childhood. Subject themselves, in the aspiration to rise to a dominant role in society, of being able to interpret the rituals and repetitive confirmatory to recite platitudes colloquial to be like those that count. So many wasted opportunities, or consume them convulsively, almost as retarded and contradict their epic climb.
From time immemorial, every team organized, civil or religious, has always benefited from the rhetoric that, easily - through the same structures "Parenting" envisaged with a view - is able to inculcate them, makes a smug face and then ride behind.
It 's been only one day of the Great Refusal of Clerks of "themselves to be exploited" by the parties - in fact, the soup is just to the Right - as if it were a disgrace, or rather a dead weight of ineligibility - the same deployment, in search of winning an icon, are willing to blend in, to "transform" further, to disappear from the ballot, not to be a team official, but a commando in the corner. If
then, civil society, after the six hundred posters, left for hours in typography, a choir will rise hurt and longing, the core of the Commissioner may melt and cause it to sacrifice. What
company pulped, where the only interest, and unfortunately, the only values \u200b\u200bare those of the ticket, concessions municipal, local taxes and holes in the streets. A generation has disappeared, believing in the principles of membership and claiming publicly the contents, organized political parties. Then, corruption, decline, the fall of the order of the post-war and now, oblivious to the ebb less worse for himself.
Espresso was reading a sort of resurrection of the generous Action Party, whose genes would be detectable, for the weekly radical-house, in the many "children of none" that cast their shadows on the cave wall.
How sad! Politics and society have to suffer from any illness urology.
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