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Giovanni Sallusti
The password has already started, have you noticed? But maybe it’s not even necessary, a conditioned reflex of the conventional: now, just praise a Zaia. The doge, treated for years as a jerk by the wives of single thought, today has suddenly become the face of the presentable and serious right of government. In the analyzes of the journaloni, He even becomes the one who defeated Salvini, although he is a member of the League, and so on all day long in the “information” sites, adherents of the theorem of Dr. Goebbels (“Repeat a lie a hundred, a thousand, a million times and it will become a truth”).
In short, a Fini operation is in full swing, with the winner of the Venetian elections who, in the intentions of ladies and gentlemen, he should become what the leader of An was to Berlusconi: a useful idiot to drive against the leader of the other side. The problem, distinguished commentators writing from Roman Attics, is that Zaia is not Fini. But it is not possible to understand who Luca Zaia is, and above all what that 76% represents that has transformed the vote into the third most productive region of Italy in its personal glorification. However, he explained it himself, as soon as the proportions, not of victory, but of apotheosis, emerged clearly. “Our goal is only one, to bring autonomy home.”
It declares it to you with its entire Region behind it, a Region that each year sees 16 billion euros stolen for the maintenance of the State central, and with the 2017 referendum behind them, which was a plebiscite for autonomy (57% participation, Yes victory with 98%). It can be said that Luca Zaia’s own political parable coincides with this question, that for a certain Gianfranco Miglio was the mother of all questions: the questioning of the ipercentralist, wasteful, predator of the Republic. It’s useless for you to bring the doge into the little theater party figurines, when it symbolizes the battle against that same theater. But now they know it too, and they can’t help but take the plunge. They cannot fail to grant a form of autonomy, however smooth, normalized by the Capitoline rite, to a territory that invokes it so compactly at the polls each time.
Otherwise, they would have a social mine in one of the (few) regions that pay the bill for that theater every end of the month. This is where Giallorossi’s plan B (the “minds” demogrilline, if they exist, they would already be working on it). Let’s shape it hyper sweetenerautonomy, we negotiate ad nauseam at our table, and deactivate it. We strip him of the argument and he’ll be left with an empty shell, good only to be thrown at the League captain, a hopefully more performing Fini, in fact. Once again, they did not understand. If you break the embankment of statism, even a crack, even with a little more experience, let your neck escape Chigi Palace towards the Grand Canal, comes full freedom. Starting the next morning, all the governors of the virtuous regions, today fiscally looted to pay the subsidies of others, would present the bill. Not only Attilio Fontana, so to speak, but also Stefano Bonaccini, which has always shown a secular pragmatism on the subject, much more attentive to the complaints of Emilian companies than to the centralist tics of the Piddino Politburo.
Ergo, even a minimal concession to the winning Doge (stra) would blow up the system. But after the democratic coronation of 76%, they cannot help but foresee a minimum concession. This is the contradiction in which the ocelots of the Roman preservation since the electoral count was completed in Veneto. So, maybe it is no coincidence that they throw him into political politics, that they want to sell us Zaia as the enemy of Salvini, instead of Conte, Zingaretti, Di Maio and also all those (there are, unfortunately, and in supernumerary) that in the center-right they row so that nothing changes, so that the double track of fiscal robbery in the North and feudal well-being in the South still drags on. they live, sdottoreggiano, take vows. The end of the Italic manger.
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