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by Giusva Branca – “The problem of the coronavirus is political, it is political,” they told me. And wait. Then I waited again. Then again and again. He was sure not, this time he was too big to undergo the usual nasty political minuets; He was sure that, finally, the Calabrian healthcare case would take a new, different and, above all, immediate turn.
I’m just a poor fool, a deluded, an idiot, come on …
“When you talk about Calabria in Rome they turn around and piss” someone once told me and not only was it perfectly true, but the protagonists changed, in Rome they continue to piss.
Being here to tell the health situation of Calabria, its genesis, the social consequences of it, even before the Covid emergency, is not only a useless exercise but also vaguely offensive and shameful.
The undeniable truth is that Calabrians are alone.
Many days have passed and we have not gone beyond the disgust that is seen everywhere and the Cotticelli / Zuccatelli brand.
They (and Spirlì) have become the subject of satirical jokes, but no one has lifted a finger.
Nothing has been done, no new regent has arrived, Zuccatelli is awaiting trial (political, of course), Cotticelli – apparently with a recent past of 007, is investigating his sanity (his words, God forbid. ..), Gino Obviously, Strada has stopped staying in the water bath and Calabrians continue to die or risk their lives celebrating the news (look, just the announcement) of 4 field hospitals, as in the war.
To date, the medical care of Calabria, which is already in a desperate situation, has no guide, the Calabrians, in the middle of a socio-health emergency, are alone.
Even Spirlì, who does not lack goodwill, tries to put improbable pieces with ordinances that are most likely illegitimate for lack of legitimacy.
Nothing has happened, Conte and Speranza have surnames that seem only the caricature of Calabria, clinging more and more to the logic of the ancient baronies and a reading of tomorrow that is a prelude to the “desperate dead” of whom, in reality, ” they live on hope. “
To be clear, the central government has not lifted a finger and, as was easily expected, our political representation has continued to deal with its affairs on a personal level.
Our MPs did, save for a few rare whiteflies, and our regional advisers did, busy with the latest round of the stagecoach and preparing to try to secure another round of jousts after the prematurely aborted one.
In short, they are already on the electoral campaign and, as happens in times of bad luck and under empire, they rise up according to the most vulgar clientelism, promising, as has already been seen in this ramshackle nation, one shoe immediately and the other. only after the electoral result is obtained.
This is the image, everything is still, immobile and I, you who are never ashamed, no longer know how to insult you.
We are in the middle of the storm on a ship full of holes and with an exhausted crew, without a helmsman … “Oh servant Italy, a shelter for pain, a ship without a helmsman in a great storm, not a woman from the provinces, but a brothel!”
Here, the Calabrian political class aspires to this; in the end a brothel is always good …
