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.

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.

You sleep and the overdrawn shape of your folded
 up body is sketched as a study of a body
  on the bright sheets.
Behind fingerprinted glass one moon internecine sweeps away your star
  holding misty in the indigo dark and all the
rethoric attached who rule
untold the sky, reachable

cosmic snuff hanging over the innocent who sleeps,
whom betrayed was.

You sleep, the cheated one. And I try to recall the pact I never signed, to
 never desire any other woman
  beside you.
But I am not your husband! I feebly argue.

I dont recall the agreement. Some bodies
 signed it for me time before. It was
  about the first ouch, the swift probe, the first
eye touch interchanged.

No sleepless can
catch the world better than the sleeper.

I imagine your luminous eyes
 behind the lids, dark as your body,
  boasting your dreams, extending your arms over
  mysterious surfaces, fuzzy to touch, failing about
  surface your body undercovered
slap my face, knock over my grimace

I betrayed you, and getting back home I said
 to myself: what a bourgeois lame person I am!
  but that cry, was only after I
  changed my clothes, washed my hands,
my face and neck of the other's perfume --

Because I knew you would have hugged me,
clasped me getting back home.

Sleep, my dear. I will betray you again,
 love you again.
  I will lay sleepless watching you asleep again,
  the book opened upside down on my belly,
my face tilted sideways pointed at you,

as you change the world
 asleep.

so the imperfect slaves that too often did the dishes,
  granted the point,
defectively tried to be different to portray you,
as you think of yourself walking around in underware,
  being egoist

the fact that no bird is calling in the morning
  before the downpour,
the impression of the builtland all around sleeping,
every animate creature in it sleeping

under the furniture giveaway acid yellow poster bill,
the phenomenal FIAT blue car they want me to buy
  in front of italian bars where sugar bags advertise
ROMAN horse gambling

the first buongiorno of the day as you walk past,
  feeling observed,
and walking as you let your fingertips bounce
over the poles of the gardens gates

bending where everything lays motionless and lights are
only sloughing colors behind the boughs ajar,
you the illusion of a segment of inexact time

so avoid it, so make it last

the moment where you grasp something of the world,
landscape in the concrete valley
necessity to die the sooner the better

you won't believe it but
as she does with millions of lives all around, life
can stand you

... and the window is busted and the landlord ain't home
Tom Waits, In The Neighborhood

So everything is closed down around in the neighborhood. In front of a closed shop of some-article-I-never-bothered-to-take-note-of plants are left at the mercy of the street. Note the peace flag hanging from the house upon.

On one hand I like it this way. There's always a supermarket where to crash to. And the city it's so much different without the usual crowd running for business, which I find depressing because I hate business. And anything related to being useful to society. Of course I also envy people on business. They seem so forgiven by alacrity (wait... what the hell I meant by that?)

MacDo is open though. Should we be grateful for this? Someone is, since the place is crowded. And comes with strong air conditioning so you don't feel the usual dirty smell of rotten oil...

Then, I see it, under a wonderful old building in a widening of "March the 22nd" Street, The "Sharm-el-sheik" restaurant and Pizzeria it's open... Never been there. Egyptians and north-africans are among the best pizza-makers in the world. So the place could worth a visit --

Then, on the way home, another opened place I never visited. The "Zhong Xin Chinese Take-Away Deli". And they say immigrants steal our jobs. While we are on vacation probably --

Finally, on the sidewalk where he would have never dared to adventure, the stray cat now feels abandoned and hunts for food, even though the old ladies he usually parasitizes are probably not on vacation --

I guess you don't go on vacation if you ain't got nobody and stray cats parasitize you. Note for the reader: the pigeon went unharmed because the stray cat noticed me and hid under a parked car. From where he very pissed off looked at me. Pigeons flew.