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It’s raining? Call Mimmo! The only thing missing is that the weather also matches, so that in bad weather the government can protect itself from popular discontent. Among the rubble of the Covid-19 there is here a strange ircocervo that advances, today Figaro and perhaps tomorrow Malaussne: since this is the fate of the Italian fixers, first invoked everywhere (to decide) and then scapegoats (of decisionism) .
He, Domenico Arcuri, from Reggio with a strong identity burden (I’m from Reggio Calabria and in Reggio we don’t change our minds easily, it thunders at times), shows enough consideration for himself to take the stakes that Prime Minister Conte is launching relentlessly: again Man to do. In June, amid furious controversies over handling the pandemic, ghost masks and swabs, reagents and supplies that cannot be found, Papal stated: We did it all in 85 days. For once, it would be great if we all realized that we are extraordinary.
Not all agreed.
The right press calls it Mr. disaster, the liberal gives statistical, a foundation like Openpolis even accuses it of operating under the auspices of the dark because it can manage independently; And in any case, dark or not, it’s hard not to see the string of delays and deficiencies that have been granulated so far (between benches with wheels and / or halved, late calls, virtual intensive care). You have just been entrusted with the next almost impossible mission of distributing anti-Covid vaccines without chaos (the distribution of flu vaccines resolved by the absence of the raw material). When another task arose: taking care of Ilva grana as CEO of Invitalia – a polite columnist like Giorgio Meletti explained the question that all Italians have in mind: But how many hours is the Arcuri day?.
They say that his magic dust is ambition and that he has long since made his way to the next (highly coveted) armchair, that of Leonardo, before Finmeccanica. An award, of course, but also a race against time, because the problems of the super-commissioner of supplies for our precarious health, a position he assumed in mid-March, are such that they draw on the wall the not-so-fortunate profile of another famous person. National wolf lord: Guido Bertolaso. Ten years ago, he was the magician of the L’Aquila earthquake, then sent to the G8 with the principle that any delay could be cured by skipping emergency procedures. So we know how it was: just two years ago, Berlusconi’s protégé was freed from a load of accusations and trials that had erased his public image.
Arcuri authorized to perform apotropaic rites, but seems to be the first to realize the problem. In a revealing interview with Federico Fubini, two months before the pandemic, he explained the government’s appeal to Invitalia, the public investment agency that he has led since 2007: We have gained some consideration … There are not many around, “working in” one country that does not grow, increasingly uneven….
Carlo Calenda, who uses tweets as pasquines, wrote the other day that Covid-19 marks the definitive crisis of the state. If he’s right, Arcuri is an epiphenomenon: bless the country that doesn’t need Mandrake. In his fight against the advance of nothingness, he certainly reveals political propensities very different from those of Bertolaso. The controversy that exposed him the most, you know, is that of the masks that he promised in the amount of several million pieces at a controlled price of 50 cents, with the grotesque effect of making them disappear from the market. Ours is adontato, creating the category of radical chic on the right, liberalists to speak: Those who criticize the 50 cents have a double moral: for those who are outraged live, it is never a problem to find a mask for 5 euros. For the son of his goalkeeper, St.
With center-left sympathies, Arcuri appears to be a lesser version of the great boyars of yesteryear, convinced that an ordinance can really change reality. It is said discovered by Romano Prodi (He called us ten good graduates from Luiss to Iri) but many argue that the decisive encounter is with Massimo D’Alema, with whom he undoubtedly shares his aversion to journalists and intellectual salons. Since the heart is not controlled, instead he shared a long stretch of love life with a good journalist queen of the salons. Myrta merlino, his ex wife. His nineteen-year-old daughter watched on television the guests of the maternal talk massacring the health management and, changing the channel, the father demanding him at a press conference.
Arcuri’s defense is based on the status quo ante: you have no idea what we found, his collaborators argue, reversing the farce of numbers and accusations. And, looking at the current theater of regional presidents, it seems plausible. In March, the reason for the commission in Arcuri was the rest obvious difficulty of Civil Protection, regionalized after the Bertolaso years and paralyzed by a general illness in the offices: flight from decisions for fear of legal consequences (Bertolaso docet). Perhaps this explains the obsessive appeal to an ambitious kamikaze (there aren’t many around, remember?). Perhaps, the other side of the protagonism and the excesses this swamp that swallows everything. In short, it cannot be ruled out that there is an Italy worse than Arcuri’s. The one that doesn’t have.
November 15, 2020 (change November 16, 2020 | 08:01)
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