Many have waken up in the last years to the real deal about globalization in politics, which in very short terms is that the left-right paradigm acted out by the leaders has no actual sense anymore, and that the real struggle is the one of the elite against the constitutions of the nations of the formerly called free world and against the people's rights (in favor of super-national authorities that are never questioned, even when they decide to bomb Belgrade or whatever.)
"Many" is not enough anyway, and in reality many is a very little figure. In Italy though it is even less, here everything is ruled by the false paradigm: every little local power, left or right, unionist or made-by-media is barricaded to defend its own role and its own little garden of historical battles, and a incredible load of energy is wasted everyday debating false issues and pretended oppositions. Example being that every italian blog who stands for the left or the right comes with a bunch of hired opinions and expected ideas (that its readership, faithful to the same ideas, will safeguard against the authors themselves), while those who blame corruption for everything (Beppe Grillo et al.) are in fact helping to trash the Constitution and the system of guarantees that seem to be the real enemy of the elite.
Thing is, comedians and politicians and media moguls and independent bloggers are hired in Italy by the "new world order" project or whatever you wanna call it without even knowing what they are fighting for. (I am sure our average politicians and rulers don't see more clearly than anyone else, their eyes and voices prove it.)
All they have to do is to sell ideas to the masses in order to go further with the project. Clear example being the recent statement by Vice Prime Minister Rutelli, someone who pretends to be on the left, when in reality he is nowhere, who said that it is now necessary to enforce a national DNA bank in order to fight crime.

Now, aside of the sheer stupidity of the idea (assuming that everyone is a criminal to help the police to investigate? thanks a lot) this statement is hypocritically (and hysterically) made possible by the numerous unsolved or hard to solve crimes that are everyday on the newspapers and that make people indignant and frustrated. So just like in central America, where the "war on drugs" is used as a pretext to implement the police state, and in north America, where the "war on terrorism" is used for the same purpose, elsewhere politicians use different pretexts: be it immigration, "global warming" or "rampant crime".

What remains is that the pace of this global change towards technologically-driven authoritarianism is faster then ever, and should be the first serious reason to worry in this strategic moment for everyone who pretends to be interested in politics.

Just a glimpse: US doles out millions for street cameras; cameras to scan emotional behavior are being designed; US presidency gets another surveillance “blank check” (and they want more); China gets from the US a massive human tracking system; and my city cries for its own too; while scientists seem to devote themselves to design new weapons against citizens and new weapons to terrify other citizens; while internet is being used to stop dissidence in a simulation of free speech (Mao Zedong style); soldiers tell about atrocities but nobody listen to them; and a new hoax to justify satellite weapons is being prepared. Etcetera.

So it's nineleven again. Fifth recurrence of the stupid day terrorism made the rampant globalists ever more arrogant. The day the Global Technological Police State was given its well crafted perfect excuse to take over. Or if you prefer, the day of the greatest defeat ever inflicted to the Islamic world since the foundation of the state of Israel (it's a fact, not a opinion).
Nobody on earth is supposed to ignore this day. I wish so much I could ignore it. Truth is, I can't. Makes my blood boil instead. The lie running naked in the streets and being called truth makes my blood boil, on and again --even if I have been knowing it was a lie for the whole six years (since day one, actually).
The morons repeating it and drumming it carrying around banners made with fake videos and inconsistent evidence and disposed clues and unproved facts make my blood boil. I don't feel as much impotent as I feel discouraged in front of them.

Outside, it is really the end of summer. After a sunny day the evening streets of Milan are definitely busy--like any day of the year (schools opened this week). Maybe it's only because the days are getting so shorter and the pretty windows of the many shops glow brighter along the sidewalks -- the crowd moving in front of them casting more significant clouds of shade and light -- or maybe it's the cooler wind that now and then can be felt. If it wasn't for the propaganda, let alone nineleven from the point of view of Milan man-made end-of-the-world globalwarming wouldn't cross my mind. If anything because nothing like propaganda happens "globally" (in the same way all over the globe).

So it occurs to me this funny thing, that "everything is connected" like every cretin likes to say, only because propaganda connects everything. Otherwise the hell things are all connected, they are not. Our major weakness as individuals is exactly in failing to protect ourselves from forced connections between our lives and others'. To a certain extent, connecting dots and grasping common destinies is emancipation and is knowledge. Beyond that extent anyway it is a curse that instead of uplifting us individuals puts a burden on our back. The burden of remote things whose truthfulness can't be measured and whose reality can't be touched.

I think that the ambition to connect everything comes from a need for rationalization and control of reality that is actually impossible without descending into the pathological. It is a tool used by the gate-keepers to make everyone feel smaller than them.
Meanwhile walking down the streets without feeling that burden, of the remotest connections converging on yourself as terrible persuasion tools, is getting harder and harder by the day. Especially on stupid days like this one.

Great catch from Giorgio (Caporale Reyes), about the young lady who was arrested the other day for belonging to the terrorist group Red Brigades. Giorgio searched for her (indeed peculiar) name, "Amarilli Caprio" on Google, and found what very likely is a poem she wrote that got into an anthology of a certain "club of the poets prize", in 2001.

I personally don't like the poem very much: rhetoric, corny or too lyrical is what it says to me (the "tireless waves of unknown destinies", "onde instancabili di destini ignoti", are kind of too much for my taste) but it is certainly the product of someone who is young, loves poetry, and is sensitive enough. "Icaro mio impazzito" ("my madden Icarus") is actually a beautiful unexpected line there at the end.

Assuming the poem was really written by the brigatist (which given the peculiarity of her name is very likely but not certain), Giorgio is reasonably left to wonder how poetry and yearning for political murder can be put together.

The thing is, poetry is often a sign of absolutism and idealism, of radical feelings storming the soul of a poet: and often it can be associated with a desire for destruction and violence. Nothing strange about it. Our history is punctuated by characters of revolutionaries and criminals and radicals who were also poets: some of them were great poets. Many were mediocre talents, but their urge to write verse wasn't any less powerful because of that.
Poetry is definitely not only that sacred and intellectual thing, to be learned by heart, they taught us at school: it is also the bizarre tool many young souls pick to say out loud or in a contorted way how disgusting is the world around them, and how reality isn't necessarily there to be described, but instead to be totally re-invented in few idealistic or musical or imaginative lines.

Anyhow... this discovery of Giorgio made me think that it was kind of stupid of me yesterday to label all those wannabe terrorists just as stupid morons.
Sure, this supposed terrorist group once again came as the old-new incongruity landing on our country like a martian; sure, their political dream is the stupidest thing ever imagined by people, and the better one to make things worse for everybody but the establishment itself; sure, the way by which they pick "exemplary" victims between the groups they want to hurt to (supposedly) scare all the others and show to the people who the "real" enemies are is something totally mafia-style, and coward to say the least; sure, their language and twisted arguments are a clear sign of deranged thoughts and moronic choices.
But still: hidden behind the mugshots and the stories served by the newspapers there are actual persons, who out of frustration and displacement and some evil weakness that got into them in a way or another got there, to that crazy point. And maybe they were persons who longed for poetry and a sky where to fly into, for corny that dream or poetical image is. Undoubtedly this should make them slightly more interesting as individuals. At least should be so for Amarilli Caprio.

Big news on the italian media, for the arrest of a bunch of "new" supposed members of the red brigades, the communist terrorist group that so many favors already did to past italian governments during the seventies and eighties. Among their targets, once again were politicians, managers, journalists, Berlusconi, etc.
This is really a corpse resuscitated, since this senseless and imbecile experience of our history was already dead few years after its beginnings, and have been resuscitated so many times since then. But I guess the supply of criminal idiots for these acts is always large.

I am now expecting without the slightest enthusiasm the gigantic pointless debate that will soon be sparkled by the fact that some of the arrested where also members of the largest left-wing trade Union organization in the country.
It's not a surprise to me. There is something about working for a trade union organization in Europe that drives you mad. I've seen it in certain persons I know (i.e. my father's wife). Endless meetings, pompous speeches of the leaders, constant fighting about the pettiest smallest things, the fact that the rulers rule no matter what you do, the fact that you get to manage a lot of power and yet this power goes nowhere but to nourish the organization itself: all these things can cause enough frustration and longing for action to bring the idiots to grab the gun and make silly plans of revenge. Shake the world in ten days and all that.

It is really absurd, almost comic, how these people can call themselves 'revolutionaries': when all they always come out with is to go and kill or kneecap some politician. How this is supposed to make a change in a rotten society already based on criminal political revenges and mafia-style intimidations really goes beyond my ability or desire to see.

Getting the ticket, sweating on the prices, booking the place to sleep--
Regardless, I'll be away for long-- if anything because there really are a number of things that make me sick about going to New York the next spring (honestly they mainly refer to the part where I am actually going there, more than to the part where I am being there, which more or less I look forward to).

First of all, the sons of bitches will take my fingerprints and put them in their fucking database with the excuse of their moronic war on terror.
There was a time when such humiliating treatments were reserved for you if you were supposed a criminal: but not in this world anymore, No sir. How people don't see that this --other than being the training for slaves via humiliation that it is-- is a big favor to real criminals is beyond my imagination (not even going into the fact that only few months later and the son of bitches would feel entitled to monitor my credit card and my emails from the moment I get there);

Then the sons of bitches will ask a number of outrageously personal questions expecting an answer different from: "it's none of your fucking business where I'm going to stay, sir";

Then the sons of bitches won't tolerate any joke and any not concerned bored disturbed facial expression (or, for that matter, political T-shirts), chance being stupidly held for further vindicative questions;

Finally, with all their monitoring stuff, and their soulless public spaces, and their phony smiles the sons of bitches will generally make me resent the fact that I'm part of the present civilization (making me wanna have learned to sail so that I could sail away at sea and live on a boat around the oceans for the remains of my life);

...other parts of the going-there thing are scaring the shit out of me, but will be dealt with more normally, or heroically, like:
flying --I can't help it, I'm scared to fly. All the thrust and the noise and vibrations and energy involved make nervous, like waiting for a slap in the face when you know it's coming one--
reading in public --I never had problem with that, but I always worry to death anyway--
meeting people and behave --being one among the others and not by myself, behave naturally: this is going to be hard and unsuccessful--
being away from the loved ones --how the loved ones will be without me-- will Libi feel left alone, will love be ripped apart or will it survive-- will I feel too lonesome if it breaks apart? will Libi hate me anyway? I have two months to ward that off, but she seem to be so disturbed by it already--
the silence at early dawn and the green tea at my pc and the walks in the less known parts of the city --all the solitary habits I got attached to in the last two years--
Like a guy couldn't do without that for a while.

But all is going to turn out good, is it. I am not really able to believe that anything good can seriously come out of life (it's the spirit of our times, I guess), but still. I'm taking my worries so early I may be able to develop a sort of belief --that I can have courage and faith in the whole thing, phony and real as it comes and possibly helpful, etc.
And sorry for the aimless rant, which by the way ends right here.

OK, it's funny 'cause in Italy and everywhere in the world, the less is understood about politics (sometimes I think that there's almost nobody left to understand politics) the more seems to be a necessary paradigm in life to judge the world around us politically.
I mean, it is less lame to discriminate for someone's zodiacal sign than for his or her political ideas, if only because the zodiacal sign is a scientific certainty (< - irony).
What happens in the end is that most of the people in my country need this paradigm to just go on with life. Take decisions, have sympathies. Delude themselves to hold the key to recognize between friends from foes. Value everything throughout the political sieve.

So, that's why in this post I will briefly go over what is my political position in life, what are my beliefs and positions and so forth: so that later I will be able to link to this post from the FAQ for all those who need to know in advance what political territory they are moving into when they start reading this blog.

I dislike politics. I am probably what in Italy is called a qualunquista, whose perfect translation would be "whateverist". I have inflections of anarchism, but also a vaguely progressive common sense. I admire conservative attitudes as well as the desire to change and undo. I am obsessed by politics only in the sense that I feel that I am surrounded and harassed by evil political ideas and wicked ideological behaviors, which I recognize everywhere around me. I had political convictions in the past, but they were wrong. I was ready to barter true with false to turn them right, to make right what didn't add up (just as I had seen my parents doing all the time) and this is enough to say that those convictions weren't for me.

My vision is that at the present moment there is but one great struggle going on, and this is not the struggle of the poor against the rich, or the struggle of order against chaos, democracy against anarchy and so forth (although all these oppositions and many more are always happening). At the center of things, I see nothing less than a struggle of the middle class against the elite. The "elite" being all those who consider themselves a sort of aristocracy, running the game behind the facade not necessarily knowingly or by conspiracy (although I do believe that conspiracy and propaganda are the way of the world), and also not by merit but for a form of heredity of power --which is pretty sick.
Anyway. Since forever the elite has wanted to rule out the middle class: they love the idea of having to face a large mass of illiterate slaves better than having to face an educated and ambitious middle class, which keeps the things fluid and which doesn't renounce to educate itself and to master things instead of being mastered by them (occasionally kicking kings and rulers out of business without the need of a "revolution".) There are many examples of how this can happen, but I'll live that for the comments if necessary.

Needless to say, to destroy the middle class it is not good for the oppressed classes as much as it is good for the elite (the distance to reach it becomes impassable). Thus the leftist dream as it is can be put aside. And to embrace the elite and its rule as the sole chance for civilization is equally wrong, because the world the elite imagine for us is one without freedom for most of us (to say the least).

So where am I? In the end I believe in a democratic republic with a good balance of powers, but not because it is the best thing or because it is anything decent, but only because it is a non-static system: because it can always change into something better if enough efforts are put into it and if its institutions are somewhat preserved. Because into it a middle class can thrive, helping the other classes from becoming rigid in their distant positions (slaves and masters).

Of course a democratic republic, if one does not put enough attention to it, can also turn also into a technocratic neo-fascist madness where terrorism is used as a fear-mongering tool against the people and newborn babies are implanted with forever tracking microchips (all my fantasies of course) and everything under the sun belongs to some brand, and this is why I do believe in participating, criticizing, protesting and fighting for new lifestyles or new values and etc.
Yet I am personally not very good at it: and this is because I am also a conservative and a pessimist, but chiefly because my political attention is not natural, but a mere defensive mechanism triggered by the fucking reality.

OK and this was it, if new political definitions of myself will come to my mind I'll update this post.
And yea, I hope that my next post will be more human --or personal.

-- First part of the disclaimer (Italy-oriented):

According to some stupid Italian law, call it law of mafia or law of hypocrisy, it seems that I should post somewhere on this website the following disclaimer:

I corpodibacco, author of this darning blog, am not a journalist, and this blog is not a newspaper or nothing of the sort.

So, there, I just did it.

Why? I have no idea. Must have something to do with freedom of expression. But, what's wrong with being a journalist in Italy?
For example, I can write: "Silvio Berlusconi is a mafioso", or "the Italian banking system is a criminal association", or "the pope is a miserable crook", or "Italian pop music isn't even good for my dogs": These are opinions I have, and I can express them, at least according to the Italian Constitution, article 21: "Everyone has the right to freely express thoughts in speech, writing, and by other communication."

But, if I understand it well, if I was a journalist I could not write "the pope is a miserable crook" without being able to prove that the pope is a miserable crook, which isn't easy. Not being able to do so would cost me the expulsion from the Mafia of Journalists (which in Italy goes under the funny name of "Order of journalists", where all the journalists are put in order), because I'd be just offending the poor guy. Of course this thing makes no sense whatsoever. Why is the miserable crook offended only if I speak as a journalist and not if I speak as a citizen? And why should a journalist be part of a Mafia of Journalists anyway?
Oh, my country.

In the end, it all comes down to this: how do you prove your opinions? How do you demonstrate that you feel that a banking system is a criminal association? I am not speaking of actual criminal acts (there must be plenty of them though), but just of the opinion one might have on the matter, that the simple way by which our banking system is conceived makes it de facto a criminal association.

(Opinions are for definition not provable. That's the reason why it is said that "math is not a matter of opinion". Because any mathematical sentence must be proved, contrary to what my lousy teachers at school generally maintained. This disclaimer is straying off the point.)

From the mentioned article 21, the most funny of all subsections is the subsection 2, which reads: "The press may not be controlled by authorization or submitted to censorship."
True. Instead, in this sad falling country, is apparently normal practice to intimidate journalists and political adversaries suing them for defamation or calumny whenever they express strong opinions on someone or something. Example:

journalist Y: "Sir, you have many friends who are in the Mafia. You have many interests in territories controlled by the Mafia. You get most of your votes out of those territories. As soon as you seized power, you made many favors to your friends inside the territories from which you were elected. What would you answer to those who call you mafioso?"
politician X: "Are you saying I am a mafioso? Are you implying that? OK. That's it. You're done. I am suing you for calumny."
journalist Y: "aren't you going to answer to my question?"
politician X: "No, I'll see you in court. Arrivederci" (exit)
journalist Y: (sobs)
(the following day, to put a nice gravestone on journalist Y's career, if there isn't a strike for some other unrelated journalist-category issue, most Italian newspapers would title: "outrageous attack against politicians X. Enough with this punk journalism!")

Settlements for calumny trials in Italy can pay hundreds of thousands of euros or more. And yet I never heard anyone questioning these events as mafia-style intimidations, which would be the textbook definition of what this use of the law is about.

Self-censorship seem to be the only way out in Italy. Or things like this disgraceful disclaimer: which basically states that the world is divided between journalists whose opinions must be controlled and regulated, and normal citizens whose opinions don't count and so can remain under the impression of enjoying freedoms that don't exist.

-- Second part of the disclaimer (U.S.-oriented):

Italyisfalling.com is hosted on an U.S. server, and I am well aware that in a near future, down there in the happy police state that seems to be incrementally built in place of a once great republic, someone could certainly find a reason, if only felt like it, to close down this blog along others for any vague 'threat' it suddenly might represent, according to some phony propaganda to set some new paranoid set of strict rules against the bad guys.

Thus (as a disclaimer) I assure the NSA, or the "homeland security", or any other of the agencies that could be interested, that my personal opinion of the U.S. government and its policies, both inside and abroad, is that such policies are despicable, outrageous, shameful and very often at any rate criminal.
I also want to stress the fact that I am a non-violent individual who --although being a citizen of another country-- has a great respect for the U.S. Constitution and the ideas and acts of its founding fathers (that the mentioned agencies/governments are disgracing everyday with their acts and words). I therefore assure them that my dissent (and any others' for that matter) isn't in any way assimilable to an act of terrorism or to a threat to the security of any nation in the world, let alone the most powerful of them.

Finally, I want to add (always as a disclaimer) that to equate opinions with acts of terrorism shows a logic which isn't worthy of a very stupid monkey, let alone the very evolute primate we all supposedly represent.

And this was the end of my disclaimer. Sorry it took so long, but you know how it goes with this lawyerish mumbo-jumbo.