When it was time Cold War and the Christian Democrats, I went to a school left, I had a family left, attended leftists: I know my chicken.
And the Italian left in those days was - working the autonomy to PCI, a communist left essentially, is that both the parliamentary gruppettara. And that the past weighs a ton, today: to refer to a political ideology based on the creation of the New Man, New World, by killing the existing one, is the premise of collapse today. Indeed, while everywhere else the Left accepted the government's responsibility, with everything that necessarily in terms of compromises with reality, he dreamed in Italy - overall - the revolution. Even the same PCI, first pragmatically accepting the crumbs of partition bestowed by DC and cower in the spaces that were permitted by liberal democracy: a network TV show business, trade unions, cooperatives, the other could - keeping away from the government - still rocking with its distant horizon, the sun of, lullaby and its electorate. Horizons as far more certain. It was, as a form of compromise that allowed to defer until a later date the necessary confrontation with the reality of the failure of the socialist model. Then, in 1989, reality has manifested itself in unambiguous - as is its use - our leaving with a nice pair of pants instead of the red banner.
Today, the left there, which has the advantage of having carried out its some form of policy, and have - albeit belatedly - acknowledged his mistakes, is torn between shame if 'and disabitudine and the inability to take in hand the power and manage it. Try to make policy but can not because he threw the baby with the bathwater: a counterpoint to the ineffective and inappetibile Berlusconi's party, although the only one we have.
The other left, that gruppettara, however, that mediation and compromise did not even want to hear about, the one that occupied the estates of schools and universities, and dreamed of the revolucion and packaged molotov proletarian expropriations and has now been spilled into the mass of the party do not vote, or vote-for-stay-all'-opposition maybe cut beard and hair, but it is always the same: those who have always regarded the Italian state, the constitution of the bourgeois trappings to be killed with the proletarian revolution, in the "no vote" is found perfectly in little house, although now instead of molotov sports a graceful grin of nonchalance, and maybe a splendid regimental tie.
Who is the government militarized the school? And who cares? The bourgeois state is to be removed, you can not heal. Party symbols in the institutions? Never mind, the constitution has created a phony from a dirty compromise with Catholics, that fuck. The university is about to close? Chissenefotte, death to the bourgeois state and its institutions ...
Cari buoni vecchi trinariciuti di una volta, avrete tagliato la barba e vuotato le bottigliucce di benzina, ma continuate a godere del tanto peggio tanto meglio, continuate ad applaudire alle macerie dello "stato borghese": sotto vostra la cravatta regimental batte un cuoricino molto radical, anche se tutto sommato assai poco chic.
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