Arrivati al finale di partita, mi domando quanti pensassero che sarebbe stato così disgustoso. Eppure, mentre affonda nel guano di cui ha inondato le sue residenze, le istituzioni e l’ Italia tutta, Berlusconi ci guarda con il sorriso obliquo e dice che non è finita, perché lui ha comunque vinto. Ci sfida a prendere atto del suo più grande successo, che non è politico, né economico, né sportivo. È il cambiamento di costume che ha trasformato l’ Italia negli ultimi trent’ anni, rendendola straniera a se stessa.
Corre il 1980 quando vengono accesi i ripetitori di Canale 5. Chi ci governa ha letto Marshall McLuhan, ma lascia fare. Peggio, offre armi e tutele al predone. Permette che la Fininvest acquisisca prima Italia1, quindi Rete4, senza nulla celare dei propri intenti monopolistici. Le consente, con decreti ad personam (il Berlusconi, il Berlusconi bis e il Berlusconi ter), di trasmettere in diretta in tutto il Paese.
Qualche anno dopo si leva forte contro la televisione il grido di allarme di Karl Popper, che scrive: “La democrazia consiste nel mettere sotto controllo il potere politico. È questa la sua caratteristica essential. There should be no uncontrolled political power in a democracy. Now it happened that this television has become a huge political power, potentially we could also say the most important of all, as if God himself speaking. And so it will be if we continue to allow its' abuse. It has become a power too great for democracy. "
In Italy, however, it is too late. Berlusconi won the elections and is ruling without prisoners. The duopoly of 'ether becomes a monopoly, voters lose the traits of citizens to take those viewers were told. Ettore Bernabei, a gentleman who is very familiar with the TV for he was Director General of RAI from 1961 to 1974, summarizing as follows: "programs are only responsible for keeping the viewer hooked on hold the spot. They have to keep it glued to the TV without the operation of the brain, hooking it from the waist down. " L 'Italy quickly became the most vulgar and nasty. Are less memory, the spirit of sacrifice, the desire to dream. Finally, there is less ability to feel shame. It is testimony involuntary as exemplary, the way in which they are presented to 'public separations Berlusconi from the first and second wife. In 2001, election in the booklet 'An Italian history', the biographer Knight writes: "The family is happy, but something changed in his relationship with Carla in the early eighties. 'S love turns into true friendship. Silvio and Carla, by mutual agreement, decide to continue their lives each following their own aspirations. But many things still unite them, firstly, Marina and Dudi. Life goes on. One evening, Berlusconi, at the Teatro Manzoni in Milan, sees play Veronica Lario. You just love. " Eight years later the same lady Lario, guilty of criticizing the conduct of her husband and talking like a sick man, is performed bare-breasted on the first page of a newspaper employers under the title 'Veronica tissue ungrateful'.
L 'berlusconizzata Italy, unfortunately, survive Berlusconi. The germ has spread, infected, transformed. How to put on record 'Gianpi' Tarantini, one of the pimps who have contributed to the amusements of the Minotaur: "I also want to clarify that the use of cocaine and prostitutes is part of my project to build a network of complicity in the field of Public administration in these years because I thought that girls and cocaine were a key to the success in society. "
I think back to the poets that we had been warned. Federico Fellini twice: in 1990 with The Voice of the Moon, in 1985 with Ginger and Fred. And before that Pier Paolo Pasolini. Perhaps only now can we understand why it was a film like Salò. All of us had already been said. Research, the 'last interview that PPP released a Furio Colombo November 1, 1975, just hours before he was assassinated. I read: "It's like when it rains in a city and the manholes were engorged. The 'salt water, is an' innocent water, rainwater, has neither the fury of the sea or the wickedness of the currents of a river. But, for whatever reason does not fall but rises. It's the same rain of many children's rhyme and jingle of "singing in the rain." But salt and you drown. [...] I mean out of Teeth: I go down to 'hell and I know things that do not disturb the peace of others. But be careful. L 'hell is going up to you. "
Silvio Cazzante
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