Easter, but I seem to be not risen much. To be more precise, I have the distinct feeling of being an alien, a stranger in a strange land ... salt and increasingly strong desire to get away, to seek a less absurd place to live, where with the right effort and a little 'luck you can really build something. But not here. Not in this absurd country, where Big Brother is not just a stupid TV show, where ordinary people still try to think for themselves is confined, ghettoized, enslaved and mocked by the mass of the demented, drunk idolatries of the cathode psycho-dwarf and his court of lackeys and dancers. A country where the birthrate has fallen to zero, and with it the average intelligence. Where illiteracy seems to be the dominant culture, where being idiots is the norm, and sensitivity, tolerance, the desire to smoke and mirrors are seen as the "right-thinking mass, hideous oxymoron, where is the cunning declared way of life, without even understanding that intelligence is not without cunning. A country of idiots who do not even know they do not know, and by virtue of what claim to govern the lives of others. A country of shit.
I feel like an alien, a "strange", a different, an outcast, decidedly anti-social, fundamentally anarchic (but not particularly violent), fanatically opposed to all forms of fanaticism. And there are too many fanatics now. It almost seems that the much-vaunted two-party politics has led to the need to stand by either party with total devotion, fanatical, in a dichotomy of "us against everyone else" that prevents the totalitarianism or the civil war. From football fans to the current parliament, passing apartment buildings, parish meetings and associations more diverse, it's all a fight, a fight, a fight in mud balls, just to put it mildly. I, with this stuff, has nothing to do. So what the fuck am I doing, here? Alien, very alien.
right, the right won the election. So, in this country to shit on a mass of fools (let it out, considering the turnout ...) took power, and wants to keep it at all costs, for the good life and their comfort ourselves, to the expense of everything and everyone, and fuck the future, so I'll be dead, so who cares.
whatever? Shallow? I can not do the whole lump? I say, but have you looked around? Paraphrasing Monicelli, here it would take a revolution, but the Italians can not be it. They are genetically incompatible with the revolutions. And so, the court of miracles that seeks to govern it felt fine.
Maybe I'm not the alien. Perhaps it is this nation to be alien. Above all, intelligence.
With all due respect to those who continue to struggle. I can not take it anymore.
