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ON THE DEMOCRATIC


Eventually they took him. I think. If you have not already done so will soon do so. Too bad it's over so I told him I had some time that in principle he was right, but the struggle was to fight within the system. Log into the system to change the features from the roots. Together we can. We can. Unfortunately, what the bomber is a film already seen, a story we'd read the final paragraph. I like to remember her as the history of the comrades who make mistakes that change the bell without giving up the noble intent of the achievement of equality between fraternal peoples. Sure, a brother who is wrong. But has it all wrong, especially when the wind blew between us for change from overseas, this innovative breeze that would have wiped out - leave the square - the whole circus midgets, acrobats and dancers of the majority. Too bad. With him will go a nice piece of my childhood.
The struggle continues. Do not get me wrong. In the places and with means that the Constitution gave us, without discriminating against minorities and still indignant for every stunt that the media gives us new tyrant from week to week. And 'my hard work: meetings, conferences, commissions, compared with the top the party and then the classroom discussions. The war if you do well. We reported that the press is in the pay of someone, but we both have our own following. And if no one reads our press party? It does not matter that we have public funding support it. That freedom of expression is a sacred duty to ensure, at the cost of putting their hands in their pockets of the state. And so we are not ashamed to spend public money to write a paper that does not read any, for the day when we will be prevented from doing so, then it's time to take up arms just as did our friend bomber. And this has ever: we are Democrats.
E 'the same thing happened with television State. We are democrats - like the American Democrats and British Labour - though we have seen the assault to care for the division of powers in public TV, so we dressed up as cowboys and we set out to conquer our insepugnabile fort. Now we have our own channel, where a small Alamo fought hard, we assume only journalists who are on our own, but most offer a quality television. It does not matter if no one looks at why people prefer one of the enemy. We will do the same because it is a public service. Pluralism is important, it is a matter of life or death. Imagine what could be a state without pluralism. We fight every day for that. Daily deal - or at least try to do to the sound of punches - a slice of power to ensure media pluralism. If we give up this power leads only to a dictatorship without escort, ass-licker, Freemasons and so on and so forth. Never be: our first share of power and then talks about the rest. The same we did with the banks, insurance companies, cooperatives and large retailers away. The power score is.
It is not true that we missed the rest. University research, freedom of immigration, tax breaks, the fight against malpractice policy, the war against the mafia, the world peace. These are all key points, but be careful. The government there we are. E 'is therefore our task to reckon without his host and to resist, just as our grandparents endured in the mountains to hunt for Nazi-Fascists. Because the resistance is not a historic district anchored to the memory of more than sixty years ago, but is an existential condition in which they live great values. That's why we Democrats are all friends of the national partisans do not care if the partisans of the time they have not escaped half are young people having to sign up.
I take inspiration from this quote of the values \u200b\u200bof resistance to point on an issue. As the partisans came down to a compromise with the Nazi invaders, us as we dug a deep furrow between us and the President of the Council. A furrow-pass-on our part, but open to people trying to flee from the party organization. We sought to entrench the two-party system in Italy and we have accepted the invitation by fusing the Communists, Democrats, Catholics, Opus Dei and a former radical. Because for us, diversity is a value. Relativism is a pure value, because the individual must be allowed free expression. In the past, we thought radically opposed, but you know, times change and with it the dying ideologies and beliefs change.
I am proud to tell you that every day that the groove is increased up to become a real Iron Curtain. Now we're bringing the political fight against the immorality of the President staff because in the meantime the rest can wait. Mica us to govern. We play the role of the opposition and as such our goal is to send home this tyrant from overwork. Fifteen years that we try without much success, but I'm quite sure that - among the thousands of stories escort and parties - this time we have found the right one. Greetings to you
bomber. If you were accommodated by my side in Parliament as I told you, now would you be here in hope to enjoy as soon as the fall of the great Satan. In the meantime, think of you remembering the courage and the greatness of people like the Rev. King, President Kennedy, Mother Teresa of Calcutta ... In short, the pantheon of great Democrats.

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As a close friend said: "If Jesus were born in Italy, he made a career as a child of God." At least a shred of seats in parliament would have to give it to him. A minister, a contract from racks or secretary. What remains is for us? Insecurity, instability, silence and a deluded politicians still have the slightest control over the masses. Already deluded. Still firmly convinced that the solution to problems is to throw more coal into the furnace of consent, fueling the endless struggle between good and evil. I think that nowadays there is nothing more metaphysical if not politics. The definition just now I do not know how to give it - having seen that soon will be here to pick me - but I am sure that the shape of politics is anchored in the world of ideas, unable to distill, to incarnate into something different from the mechanism of corruption, of self-affirmation and patronage.
long as I get time I will continue to write my will, although I am sure that - once caught - not of what will be nothing but an echo faint. I was born
back. It does not mean breech, but posterior to the reality that surrounds me. I did not choose the language, I chose my name, I did not choose the state to which I had to submit quietly. I was born and the prisoner will die. As all of you who might read a few fragments of this letter. And to think that everything we were told many years ago, but the man is stupid, man perseveres in error and has the dive drops of wax in your ears not to hear. Locked in my room like a maniac flick through the pages of Marcuse, Heidegger and Lacan looking for a comfort last, a breath of freedom before the end. Montesquieu had tried with his Esprit des loies, but what is it worth anything if we ended up at this point? Because no one has bowed his head to listen to the cry of those friends in the silence of history?
We enjoyed the bread and we relaxed at the circus of the powerful, gorged consent dispensed in pills, pretending to become actors in the democratic process played in the founding of the Communist Party offices and meetings of electoral committees. But everything about what is served, if not lessen awareness of slavery? We thought they could handle the power consumption by anesthetized and prosperity, we lowered the shirt collar for the neck to provide unhindered Executioner. This
my last song I dedicate the first hell especially to those who - naive - they believed to be free freedom fighters. Who are these champions from overwork? You! Yes you! You who have dabbled in hypocrisy of the opposition, you who dug the groove of diversity. You who have been elevated to chief judges are able to establish what is good and what is bad. Have you built a new Iron Curtain made of marzipan, a fictitious barrier able to fool only the most naive. "Why we are different, and you ...". Pluralis maiestatis of my balls. The cloaca maxima, there is no us and there is no you, but there is only one unique degenerate which administers and share power. And who thinks he is exempt from what is wrong, because the politician is like a fish. After three days the stench.
I missed a few along the Iron Curtain. As the soldier portrayed in Berlin and now condemned to be sold as a postcard for the tourists, I made the jump. A leap of quail that saved me morally and formally sentenced, a movement that has put me over the parts. Excessive Force. I regret that I will end the awareness of other fools who, like Don Quixote, thought they could break down the windmills. I've shot something and probably I'm wrong, I hurt, I released this desperation and God will give me the bill. But if there is a God, I will be happy to pay him the account of a revolt against those who have submitted the bill to me even before I was born. Those who have created the perverse structure of the concept State to which the individual has had to quietly pay the alms of their existence. Give up a piece of their personal freedoms to deliver it in state hands.
I have broken the exclusive power of coercion preached by Weber. I have subverted the natural outcome of social conflicts preached by Hobbes kicking ass in the summa potestas and abstract form of the implicit mandate that citizens give to the State. I said no to all this and so will be punished. I have replaced the state. I have fought the paralysis of criticism. I'm not a one-dimensional man. When innocent
still floating in the placenta of our mothers, already the original sin the posterior beset us. We had a name before coming to the world, and how was this possible? We chose us, or is the name we chose? And the language? We had the haughty arrogance of being able to advance the awareness of the manipulation of language and are not. We used only a superstructure that has dominated. As the state. The fetuses were Italian, French, Swiss, European or Chinese before seeing the light. And 'the state that has chosen us in defiance of our freedom. He stamped and cataloged. I tried to say no to all this, but eventually I lost my war. I called the Executioner to end the dream of a sick mind. Goodbye.