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Berlusconi, a strolling player without flash

March 21, 2010

The only true million in Piazza San Giovanni, are Millions Alfredo and his family, also arrived on the spot with winds minutes late because of the common judge with the portrait of Che Guevara . The remainder of the aerial photograph has done justice to the figures from the ballista to shoot and his Arcore turiferari: tens of thousands of people, plus fenced on all sides to look more. Punishment. He, then, a bore. The Great Communicator seems the old mummer Alberto Sordi of the end of "Stardust ", forced to beg small part in theaters in the suburbs and exhume old gag footage to rip wan smile of circumstance and commiseration.

Even the lies the more successful as it once was: the good old days the improvised on the spot, brand new. Bales were always, but at least fresh. Those of the past, read from prepared speech with Gianni Letta (you know what joy), smelled of mildew. 've Heard a thousand times. The modern art of dance. Communism, the red robes, espionage, the state police, the regime of the Left, oppression tax Prodi, the Love that conquers hate. Lacked only the hero Mangano. Never a flicker, a gimmick, a slogan that worked. On stage, crowded beyond belief that yes, mean age seventy, a great clatter of dentures, catheters and trusses, as well as immoderate quantities of silicone and botox beyond the limits set by the European Union.

So much so that few candidates under 50 are presented dall'attempato gaga Monza as "boys." At one point even resurrects the Sermon on the descent into the field in '94 ("America 'faces Tarzan!"), omitting of course the sentences against the First Republic and in defense of Clean Hands : "The old political class has been swept overtaken by events and by the times. The scuttling of the old rulers, weighed down by debt and scheme of illegal financing of political parties to leave the country unprepared and uncertain at the time of renewal and the difficult transition to a new Republic. "

words that Stone next to the chants against Di Pietro, Santoro, togas red and other targets of hatred of the Party of Love. Then the gag of the Contract with the Italians, this time played by the thirteen aspiring governors present ( Zaia, the only normal, there was not), because of the lack of cherry desk and his guardian Bruno Vespa , remained in the study of deserts Porta a Porta fret to the liver for the pre-election blackout just as we were leaving Pietrino Vanacore. Applications to the crowd, "Would you ...?" are copied from Duce, who at least managed to fill the squares and never thought innova "Thank God there is Benito."

Then "the miracles of Bertolaso \u200b\u200b" three cheers. The house plan: two. The collapse of thefts and robberies questioning looks. "The friend who Cota Piedmont linking the Atlantic to the Pacific" bewildered eyes. The "400 gangsters arrested, except those refugees in parliament and government, touching on stage. The only jolt was when he arrives Bossi . Al Tappone , always witty, says that we moderate. " Umberto then uttered a sentence from opposition leaders, who in fact is not never occurred to one of the PD: "I am one of the few who has never asked a penny to Berlusconi."

Frost on stage, freezing cold in the square. Bossi is still trying to explain the mysterious concept of "family cross." Which alludes to the triangle Silvio - Veronica - Patrick ? Better not to look into. Take him away. People begin to leave. The old man strolling with his paw, trying to hold the teleimbonitore ("For the first five that call for cookware, we put on three non-stick pans!"), Improvised on the spot: "Over the next three years we also want to conquer cancer" . Will be abolished by a decree of interpretation: just call it chicken pox. Why Love always wins, but occasionally draws.

from the daily act of March 21