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Rocco Casalino is the man of the year, which was, everyone agrees, a shitty year. It is a complex and sophisticated synthesis that takes into account several factors, but it is also a simple concept that they already write on the walls (shitty year) and on banners and on the net, even if it is an offensive cliché for the good things that we too . have been: when it occurs to you we will give you examples.
However, “man of the year”, returning to Casalino, seems like a demanding expression that creaks a bit: it returns a sensation of top, top, level, of homo faber that stands out from the mass like a butterfly, immobile. in the air, looking down at the swarms of insects. Not quite like that, even if the bugs have something to do with it. Casalino, as the verb grillino originally intended, is an integral part of the sticky and muddy soil in which we soak (as a country) and is the true incarnation of that “one is worth one” where the ugly and unpleasant country described by Censis rolls over. , where millions of Internet users believe something while millions others, probably less, have finally understood it: one is worth one, yes, but that is an idiot.
In short, let’s call him “little man of the year” and solve this, to the shame of those who – like the writer – rejected for years the simple existence of someone like him in institutional landscapes: and instead we have to admit it, it is there, yes. rubs his eyes but is still there, lives, really exists and does things that have consequences. He is the spokesman for President Giuseppe Conte (he couldn’t bring anyone else’s voice) and the incredible thing is that he decides the timing and methods of government communication, what communication – then enough, we will no longer use this word – it sucks, because it has times and forms of garbage gossip (first and bad: you know everything in advance) and above all it is a communication that fears itself, it does not have the courage of its actions also because many times they are wrong or are late.
TRADEMARK
In any case: Casalino is the little man who decides or agrees on the work and delivery of the dpcm, but nevertheless, through the choices of communication times, decides the “stairs” of the main television and news networks. So he is no longer a mere spokesman, he is a kind of undersecretary of the Prime Minister but without title or oaths to the Constitution. It is an invented figure (it does not exist abroad, but it would not even exist in the imagination of a novelist) but in fact it would seem to dominate Conte (for what it takes) and that, with its punctual physical presence, is the caretaker, the tutor, the counselors, the private secretary, hurries it, however – we give up, it must be admitted – a coherent figure because perfectly representative of this government, of this historical moment (shit, oops, we didn’t have to say it anymore) Well, to put it wrong, very well: they deserve it, Rocco Casalino.
We are the ones who may not deserve it, although in part it is not true, because a part of the country has voted as it did. For the rest, many portraits of Casalino have already been written, there is no need to surpass them yet. That he is born, is and continues to be a competitor of Big Brother (technically a dead man of fame) is mere reality and he cannot complain about it: even if it bothers him that the media remember him. But it is his hallmark, consolidated and perfect, a large scar on his body like a Russian convict: he must resign himself, there is nothing to be ashamed of in his past: it is from the present that we have some doubts. She must resign herself to the fresh memory of her romance with her boyfriend, the playful José Carlos Alvarez Aguila: because, even that, is an indelible subject that, moreover, greatly anticipates the times of Big Brother: pure Italian comedy. You look at it like the long title of a Lina Wertmuller movie: “The Cuban who is engaged to the Prime Minister’s spokesman receives unemployment benefits and gambles it on the stock market handing out receipts for dog treats.”
It follows that Casalino cannot wait for oblivion: it is a bridge between the past and the present (we touch our balls with the future) and, in any case, oblivion has been replaced by general stony after a terrible year, a good year. But oblivion will not fall on the teacher in the United States who has never attended. There will be no forgetting his collaboration with Lele Mora and his role as a television casino. Nor about his threats of dismissal against a series of directors of the Ministry of Economy. And not even about his Soviet management and blackmail of the guests to be sent to talk shows, or about the boisterous prejudices against certain journalists (hello Rocco) and in short, things that are already old, yes, but that do not fall within the prescription .
TOO ITALIAN
But we were talking about 2020, which is the year of the Covid-19 and the Conte government. That is enough for us. He is the little man of the year, who resides in Ceglie Messapica while Giuseppe Conte and Volturara Appula: perhaps beautiful places (boh) but central as the government that we meet. Rocco Casalino is not a Machiavellian demiurge, he is not a gray eminence: let’s not look for big words, let’s not overestimate or reduce him. Casalino is that thing over there. He was born in Germany, where, he said, he and his family were discriminated against for being Italian. In practice and after all, the same thing happens here: you are subject to discrimination as an Italian. Too. Terribly. Irremediably. Homo, homini, lupus. Homo, men, casalini.
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