Il_Paolo

...you know, Berlusconi is someone who the Italians like. Because voters care about appearances and media statements, forgetting fundamental issues like the feasibility of laws: for example, I could also propose – kick out all the illegal immigrants – and make it a law, but then the problem, shifted from Berlusconi's appearance to the substance of the issues, would end up being how to realize the desire expressed by the law through the use of law enforcement, personnel, various systems, while hopefully respecting the fundamental rights of the individual. And on this, obviously, every policy would fail. The same goes for abolishing the ICI: programmatically, as an advertising move, it's a striking idea, but then municipalities are left in a bind, having to resort to other taxes to recover the lost revenue (but then the blame will be, for example, on Cofferati or Alemanno, and not on those who abolished the ICI). Regarding what I call "grandpa Giulio," I throw out a provocative question to which no one knows how to respond: given the endemic weakness of our State, do you prefer the realism of those who make deals with certain fringes of crime, trying to stem or limit their rise, or the idealism of those who stand against them and – unprotected by the State – get blown up, or trigger various kinds of attacks? I provoke, it's clear, but my perspective on the relationships between grandpa Giulio and the mafia is that of pluralism of legal systems: for the Italian legal system, the mafia association is illegal (the usual problem is implementing the judicial and administrative enforcement of the norm that punishes this crime), but from the perspective of the mafia association – which, I remind you, exercises power over a territory through the application of rules – it is the State that is the usurper. And if we accept the paradoxical but sociologically and institutionally indisputable existence of criminal associations that, through progressive escalation, come to be an Institution in their own right, we must conclude that a weak State like Italy, unable to eliminate them by force, must necessarily come to negotiate with them. It's tragic, but that's how it is. I'm not saying it's "right" (in a nearly childish sense of justice), I'm limiting myself to saying that it's "true," or "possible." When it comes to the biscuit, I agree with your friend: letting us pass was a mistake; in football – which is not a sport but a "bloodless war" – what matters is just winning, thank goodness, eliminating all possible contenders, especially my great lover... Italy. ST, Il_Paolo

@But precisely: my "provocations" (I admit, they are or may seem so) stem from the observation that, during the Fascist era, almost all Italians were fascists, as the Government of that time enjoyed maximum popular support and adherence, at least until, with the war, bread began to be lacking in homes, along with the elder sons sent to the front. After the war, during the resistance, there was a rush for everyone to renounce it, declaring themselves fervent "antifascists," always "enemies of the Puzzone," when - exercising the most Italian of virtues, namely servility towards power that I see in both the taxi driver and in the light satire of a Ricci, not to mention many servants and lackeys - everyone had been, more or less directly, fascists, pro-fascists, or culpably indifferent (with respect, e.g., to the racial laws). The fact that in this country the sovereign people never come to terms with themselves, offloading the current powerful one and banishing them from the horizon (Craxi died beached like a whale on Tunisian shores, but in the '80s was served and adored by all of Italy that claimed to be secular), only to replace one leader with another, says a lot about the few hopes I have for this country. And subjects like Poletti, who go into crisis the moment someone mocks him while glorifying Andreotti because this undermines their idea of scapegoat and the feeling of being clean, and better than others, are unfortunately - and in perfect good faith - much closer to the Average Italian than I am, Il_Paolo. Nonetheless, Italy's victory has softened me, so I propose amnesty for all those who have offended me. Yours sincerely, Il_Paolo

Marco, this morning at the "Milano Lambrate" station you didn't show up. I was very disappointed, you are not a person of your word. Disdainfully Yours, Il_Paolo

Count and Black, voting for Di Pietro is like voting for Scelba or Tambroni, that is, right-wing DC that, while asserting sacred but abstract values such as legality, plays into the hands of authoritarianism. Rather, I propose the idea of forming a "Lista Pa_olista" to run in the upcoming municipal elections: the program would include free cinefora organized by me throughout Italy, and for retired seniors, with a prior reduction of pensions by 5% (to be used as a fund for artistic training, with music and cinema education in all schools of the country, also organized by me), in exchange for dance evenings hosted by Christian and Wilma Goich or Jimmy Fontana. Let me know. Politically Yours, Il_Paolo

Very much, Jimmy if I'm not mistaken also plays in Stormcock under the pseudonym Flavius Mercurius, the arpeggios are his. HQ is beautiful too. I hope this knowledge of Roy Harper doesn't disappoint you, which I also recommend to Lavalin, if he passes by here.

Well Muito, I'll just tell you that last night - on the recommendation of a friend - I watched this and other little videos that I’ll send you privately... I was so embarrassed because I was laughing like an idiot in front of the computer. It wasn't just a smile; I was almost crying from laughing. Regardless - as Totò would say - I hope you appreciated the debate that arose here on the sidelines; I knew you would eventually show up.

Thank you guys, the latest comments made me realize that I am still capable of continuing my mission with renewed competitiveness. I will do my best because I know I can be of use to you and make you enjoy or think, in my Sisyphean attempt to revive minor music and art. SV, Il_Paolo

Of course, Poletti, the idea of a meeting with you intrigues me. However, I'm sure that if you really knew me, you would be disappointed. Or maybe you'd like me, who knows.