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A PANDEMIC TIME
The arrival of Mario Draghi at the head of the Italian government means many things that go beyond the easy rhetoric of parties. Above all, the desire to find a certain normalcy in the chaos of populism in which the beautiful country was immersed. In particular, the political action of Matteo Renzi (extremely underestimated by the populace) allowed, within a few months, to ensure a government for the country.
He had already done it with the famous “horse move” during the first Lega-Movimento government, highlighting on the one hand the frail structure of the populist binomial’s indifferent politics and on the other, the expression of a superior political caliber .
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The arrival of Draghi, therefore, could allow a political equilibrium totally lost in the last 20 years. The subjective priorities of the Covid emergency unfortunately orient common thinking towards this single problem which does not justify the collapse of many European countries in the Eurozone.
The world is running fast, the United kingdom has abandoned the European ship to take refuge in the safe harbor of her majesty the Queen. And speaking of crowns, the recent declarations of the dissidents princes have made housewives talking about around the world and this, right in the days when womens was celebrated. Media manipulations?
The Queen (of the media) swears that she has not poured a single penny into the royal pockets but, we live in the age of the virtual, where everything is temporary and maybe tomorrow the rumor will spread that the innocent was not so innocent.
The Biden government works seriously, without twists and turns but with coherence, the best wishes of I’m Italian to the elected President.
The all-Italian humanity of governator Cuomo is tarnished and this after Trump’s farewell. Coincidentally? There are those who accuse the governor of New York of various abuses.
It is a policy that I do not like but, fortunately, we are still focused on the Covid problem and nothing can distract us, not even the last Sanremo song prize, won by the Maneskin, a metal rock soaked in pajette and youth, like to wash away all the Italic sins with the image of four boys singing ferociously “We are out of our minds!” but that deep down, they smell of talcum powder like our populist dreams that are going to crash in the claws of an inopportune virus.
