With horror / terror, Dear Silvio, I attended the March on Rome in early December . The reporter who accompanied me on this journey of fear does not shine for some impartiality I am referring to his faction Michele Santoro with his crew of Year Zero .
declare, however, some separate jurisdiction over part of our national journalism, I'd say they almost mitridatizzata than fraudulent assembly, pilot interviews, Careful selection of the worst of the worst, and all other media meanness.
Having said that, alas, Michele hit the mark.
are made under the Me ....
It took those ten pounds of connective raped, the presence of lobotomy-Nazi skinheads, and especially solar, unanimous, unpunished, declaration of war on diversity, made me realize that maybe it's still too early to dream of a right program, not demagogic reaction .
short, and I come to the point .....
You must reveal the secret.
How many, Silvio, sti blessed vulgar Italy?
Why so lightly abandon the votes of that part of the Italian productive and creative than ever before can tolerate xenophobic populism and any of the league, but even the denarofobo interventionism of the Left?
What do you know that I do not?
You have to hand some poll that says more is vulgar, arrogant and superficial, the more votes are torn off to the left?
I ask you this, with great sincerity, not a partisan povocazione.
're a different person. You are not vulgar. You seem sensitive and tolerant.
not think too that in the strategic sectors of the Italian economy (ICT, fashion, beauty, culture) are few to recognize this now as hideous ghostly white family, heterosexual, looking, fear, and Po, the promotion and protection at a mo 'steamroller on feelings of "other" seems to be the only serious priority for the pole?
short, people like the writer, disgusted by the inability of the left to relieve a bloated and intrusive state, but worried about falling into a theocratic Po farmer, I believe, Silvio, that cities are full.
I wonder at this point, where am I raving or directors / pollsters pole ....
I confess, not being sure of anything (the old caution for women), a little 'I shake the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving metropolitan contexts more or less advanced to the criminal million pitchforks and crosses, to which the regressed monopolist, the communication message seems to be addressing.
sidereal distances, in short, in my dream / desire to a secular country, modern and efficient .
course, president.
acknowledge that the party is going through a very lively debate, the positions have many and different, that the spirit of the confessional and Beghard, make an example, and Menorello Gardini, to mention two resources italoforzute of my city, contrasts secular and libertarian momentum of the lucky "B" forzitaliote: Blonde, Boniver, Brunetta (but Taradash also, Della Vedova, Del Pennino )....
Silvio short, tell a lie to calm me: tell me your polls, maybe they're wrong ....
Tell me that is a whole economic strategy, that the party is forced by the historical moment to welcome among its ranks every opponent, provided biped (other than passport ideological or moral pedigree ...) . Convince
not to vote in the face of donabbondiosa Prodi as the only possible bulwark of obscurantism captive-Po Calderoli.
We expect many, Silvio, I swear, because the non-appointment with the liberal reforms of the previous term when your head is no longer sad, really can take the form ....
Take some 'healthy and tolerant civil society at home and let priests and fascists, sooner or later they have always betrayed.
Collect vital forces, intelligent and productive in the country: are there waiting and watching television like myself wondering as I did in this letter .
scared but still confident
