William Blum
Con la scusa della libertà

To read a book like this, one needs to be ready. Ready to enter a world where the words sense, justice, good, and evil lose their meaning completely. In two words, reading a book like "Con La scusa della libertà" means catapulting into the real world and never coming out. A sort of "logbook" of a former CIA agent who retired in the '70s due to strong personal disagreements, this book, in less than 300 pages, represents the best collection of articles, letters, documents, and historiographical testimonies on everything related to post-war US history in the field of foreign policies, or an invaluable compendium of news that, when tallied, border on the incredible and concern everything that every "politically correct" writer would archive under "conspiracy theory": systematic subversion of elections, machines and methods for climate/environmental control, torture and programmed murder, media and political corruption, cultural propaganda, and modern forms of slavery.

A total reinterpretation of modern geopolitical history, a true "1984" become reality, whose protagonist is called William Blum: "Con La scusa della libertà" is a journey towards the loss of innocence and the acquisition of awareness, perhaps what Marx called "class consciousness", without distinctions of political or ideological belief, written with a passion, a dedication, and I would dare say, a courage that is nothing short of unheard of and, if we add that this book is nothing more than the abridged version of another volume, which boasts the unconditional praise of people like Noam Chomsky called in Italy "Il Libro Nero degli Stati Uniti" (in the USA it is known by the much more explicit title "Killing Hope"), I could only define this work as epochal. The author himself in the preface confesses these words: "don't waste time looking for a review of this book in the Times or in the Washington Post". Read it and you'll understand why.

(from a show by B. Hicks)

"My father died for that flag!"
"Oh really? Gee, my father bought it at the street corner for 4 dollars and 50 cents!"