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Monday, November 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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The mud has nothing to do, is the machine of hatred that invites us to the slaughter
The mud is not involved. The mud, if any, you can take off, is something that you tagging along but does not penetrate deeply. Soiled but not hurt. It is striking but does not bite, because over time the mud, if it is mud hardens and falls on its own. But there is another machine that has set in motion in this season's disastrous land-based and Italian politics. It is the machine of hatred. Starting up in a climate that made the splash verbal violence to intolerable temperatures. Powered nell'altoforno of a one-eyed ideological clash of ideology. Enhanced by the central language, knowingly, promote equality between symbolic el'osteria the political arena, and the inn down the barriers between professionals and the public is shattered, we enjoy all the sports bar to crucify the coach. Relayed from the Internet and in particular social networking sites, landfills without network and without the diaphragm near where everyone feels entitled to exercise the most uninhibited art of the insult: the words, logos vehicle, they become projectiles bandoliers distributed without a license. A car driven by the reduction of political conflict to a fight that simplifies the personalistic understanding of policy choices at the forefront of throwing the bodies, individual attributes, privacy, proper names instead of surnames. A machine that replaces the complicated alchemy ideals and gentlemen, time consuming and measures to be included, the law of the Bedouin, the one for which the enemy is my friend's enemy and the enemy of my enemy is my enemy. The struggle between parties becomes a duel tribal hatred that the machine takes care of directing with his arsenal of oversimplified concepts. The brutalization of the clash friend / enemy is a vital source of meaning, the opponent becomes the barbarian with whom nothing is shared, neither the language nor the rules or the style, everything is allowed in the ring - the insult, defamation, personal degradation, the seal of infamy - because I skipped all the points of reference. The machine uses the mechanisms of hatred "cognitive dissonance": everything that serves to discredit the enemy is high and proposed as a key paradigm in the interpretation of everyday events, all that is hidden or falsify the paradigm represented as bifurcation of the enemy's language, a language that is always false. 
The mud is not involved. The mud, if any, you can take off, is something that you tagging along but does not penetrate deeply. Soiled but not hurt. It is striking but does not bite, because over time the mud, if it is mud hardens and falls on its own. But there is another machine that has set in motion in this season's disastrous land-based and Italian politics. It is the machine of hatred. Starting up in a climate that made the splash verbal violence to intolerable temperatures. Powered nell'altoforno of a one-eyed ideological clash of ideology. Enhanced by the central language, knowingly, promote equality between symbolic el'osteria the political arena, and the inn down the barriers between professionals and the public is shattered, we enjoy all the sports bar to crucify the coach. Relayed from the Internet and in particular social networking sites, landfills without network and without the diaphragm near where everyone feels entitled to exercise the most uninhibited art of the insult: the words, logos vehicle, they become projectiles bandoliers distributed without a license. A car driven by the reduction of political conflict to a fight that simplifies the personalistic understanding of policy choices at the forefront of throwing the bodies, individual attributes, privacy, proper names instead of surnames. A machine that replaces the complicated alchemy ideals and gentlemen, time consuming and measures to be included, the law of the Bedouin, the one for which the enemy is my friend's enemy and the enemy of my enemy is my enemy. The struggle between parties becomes a duel tribal hatred that the machine takes care of directing with his arsenal of oversimplified concepts. The brutalization of the clash friend / enemy is a vital source of meaning, the opponent becomes the barbarian with whom nothing is shared, neither the language nor the rules or the style, everything is allowed in the ring - the insult, defamation, personal degradation, the seal of infamy - because I skipped all the points of reference. The machine uses the mechanisms of hatred "cognitive dissonance": everything that serves to discredit the enemy is high and proposed as a key paradigm in the interpretation of everyday events, all that is hidden or falsify the paradigm represented as bifurcation of the enemy's language, a language that is always false. The political earthquake in recent months have suggested the mechanisms of the machine of hatred in the fold of old friendships and partnerships established, ideal tensions suddenly scopertisi little more than cardboard houses, torn down by the breath of an adjective evil, a choice is not shared, a different assessment of the health status of the governing majority or Italy. The friend of the past suddenly becomes a servant, foolish servant, waiter, an enemy to the skin, the victim from his scalp and slay the trophy to be thrown on the table in the middle of the tavern. In this scenario, it blossoms into quasi-natural language an obvious consequence of this disaster, the terms of dangerous poisonous plant: treason and civil war. The friend becomes a traitor, even "traitor", banned from deformed sections. Right, treason and civil war are dangerous words. Evoke removed never too removed, vocabulary and symbols of ancient deadly wounds, the smell of the bloody scannatoio. The machine knows this hatred and incites this mobilization of resentment, tears and ideas to the normal political bodies and present them in the ultimate form of confrontation with the enemy objective. First rule: the enemy objective should be eliminated, and his memory erased from the family album. The machine of hatred is a pollutant that kills the policy under the guise of exalting the passions.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Candle Lighting Poems
antiberlusconiani wary of zealots, Italy is still mad Cav
When you begin to pick out, to talk about our present political condition, crucial dates like April 25, July 25 amount equal to 8 September, mixing the grain with the chaff of the tragedy of skirmishes where fortunately the dead and wounded are simulations journalism, comes the confusion happens. And every time we talk about the fate of the Cav, the Dini government today, from 1996 to 2010, this temptation shooting accuracy. This side of Italy to free, beyond the freedom to defend this side of normal political reasons, beyond the claims of popular sovereignty, telecratico coup here, technocratic coup there. For fifteen years, bickering, and facing (remember 2006?) Tuna fishing symbolic, but the bowls are still firm to the bipolarity as we have known so far. Or anti-Cav Cav, we are always here, to turn around a buoy consumed. So, to avoid the risk that the public debate has been reduced to a conflict between opposing hallucinations, visions or between ideology and easily biodegradable disconnected from reality, the first risk is to avoid the superficiality: if it is misguided to say, in short, that all is well in Italy because everything must be fine, it is equally imprudent to make bonfires of sixteen years of the Second Republic and trashed the intentions gone bad. Yet, this is the risk to be incurred that excess of zeal antiberlusconiano, assertive, at times joyful and almost counterfactual, that a little everywhere, seems to have lit fuses and outbreaks of activism, reviving feelings among other opposites and mirror and so are unsustainable according to reason. There are some points that are important and subtle problem that can not be overlooked calm analysis of the test. First, do you still consider the error of the Berlusconi a political or just political, a variant of the leader therefore solvable, soluble in the liquid of options or parliamentary government, whereas the Berlusconi is a social phenomenon of television, football, business, symbolic, rooted in Italian since the eighties. It is the story of Italy optimistic that we can do it inside and outside the perimeter of compliance, the narrative reassuring, individualism but never challenge the stereotypes of Italians good people, the disconnect between the rhetoric of values \u200b\u200band daily behavior and love for the old aunts longanesiane. Its political component is only one side, and perhaps not the main one. The Cav interprets and transforms a type of Italian, a variant of diffuse arcitalianità no hypothetical electoral verdict certainly can cancel within a few months. For this reason, the polls also show that it takes away the choice of field of the tricks of the costume to undermine his popularity in a country where morality is always the prelude of absolution: it's called the liberal tolerance or amoral familism, the result is the same. And the result is that consent, the first social and then political, of Berlusconi and his interpreter is still considerable, irrespective of the government, regardless of the gap between marketing success and its actual achievement, regardless of the PDL and the quality of its ruling class, regardless of the errors and uncertainties that the voracity and Squaderno media has swallowed up and buried. The disputed elections, past and perhaps future events where Cav is a solid performer on the model of the "permanent campaign" are the specific indicators that captures the eternal surprise those who imagine it is not for Italy, but as he would like it to be. The analysis of Berlusconi calls for good sociology, not the theory of catastrophe. 
When you begin to pick out, to talk about our present political condition, crucial dates like April 25, July 25 amount equal to 8 September, mixing the grain with the chaff of the tragedy of skirmishes where fortunately the dead and wounded are simulations journalism, comes the confusion happens. And every time we talk about the fate of the Cav, the Dini government today, from 1996 to 2010, this temptation shooting accuracy. This side of Italy to free, beyond the freedom to defend this side of normal political reasons, beyond the claims of popular sovereignty, telecratico coup here, technocratic coup there. For fifteen years, bickering, and facing (remember 2006?) Tuna fishing symbolic, but the bowls are still firm to the bipolarity as we have known so far. Or anti-Cav Cav, we are always here, to turn around a buoy consumed. So, to avoid the risk that the public debate has been reduced to a conflict between opposing hallucinations, visions or between ideology and easily biodegradable disconnected from reality, the first risk is to avoid the superficiality: if it is misguided to say, in short, that all is well in Italy because everything must be fine, it is equally imprudent to make bonfires of sixteen years of the Second Republic and trashed the intentions gone bad. Yet, this is the risk to be incurred that excess of zeal antiberlusconiano, assertive, at times joyful and almost counterfactual, that a little everywhere, seems to have lit fuses and outbreaks of activism, reviving feelings among other opposites and mirror and so are unsustainable according to reason. There are some points that are important and subtle problem that can not be overlooked calm analysis of the test. First, do you still consider the error of the Berlusconi a political or just political, a variant of the leader therefore solvable, soluble in the liquid of options or parliamentary government, whereas the Berlusconi is a social phenomenon of television, football, business, symbolic, rooted in Italian since the eighties. It is the story of Italy optimistic that we can do it inside and outside the perimeter of compliance, the narrative reassuring, individualism but never challenge the stereotypes of Italians good people, the disconnect between the rhetoric of values \u200b\u200band daily behavior and love for the old aunts longanesiane. Its political component is only one side, and perhaps not the main one. The Cav interprets and transforms a type of Italian, a variant of diffuse arcitalianità no hypothetical electoral verdict certainly can cancel within a few months. For this reason, the polls also show that it takes away the choice of field of the tricks of the costume to undermine his popularity in a country where morality is always the prelude of absolution: it's called the liberal tolerance or amoral familism, the result is the same. And the result is that consent, the first social and then political, of Berlusconi and his interpreter is still considerable, irrespective of the government, regardless of the gap between marketing success and its actual achievement, regardless of the PDL and the quality of its ruling class, regardless of the errors and uncertainties that the voracity and Squaderno media has swallowed up and buried. The disputed elections, past and perhaps future events where Cav is a solid performer on the model of the "permanent campaign" are the specific indicators that captures the eternal surprise those who imagine it is not for Italy, but as he would like it to be. The analysis of Berlusconi calls for good sociology, not the theory of catastrophe.
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