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IL RITORNO DEL FASCISMO

According to many "observers" is not correct to speak of the return of the fascists. According to the (few) others, the fascists are really recovering strength. In my opinion, finally, we should not talk about the return of fascist: it is more correct to speak of the return of fascism. The expression should be used in the singular, as the latest happenings of the news show that is not in place to force a resumption of some individual right-wing extremists who, individually or in small groups, are making the country go back decades, it is but rather, a genuine reorganization of the fascist movement under nuove (ma non per questo meno pericolose) forme. Oltre a ricordare, cosa quanto mai urgente, che la XII disposizione transitoria e finale della Costituzione della Repubblica Italiana sancisce il divieto di riorganizzazione, sotto qualsiasi forma, del partito fascista (e quindi andrebbero dichiarate illegali e sciolte tutte quelle organizzazioni, tipo Forza Nuova, che si rifanno anche esplicitamente al fascismo), andrebbe anche rivisitata la storia d'Italia, sia quella riferita al regime mussoliniano, sia quella degli anni 60 – 70: il fascismo, come progetto politico, non è certo morto con Mussolini a Piazzale Loreto! Dalla nascita del Movimento Sociale, la galassia fascista ha avuto una costante e pericolosa legittimazione da parte della DC often, ignoring the ominous prediction of Giolitti used the MSI to deter the advance of the Left (and the PCI in particular). This explains, therefore, the massacres of the secret service was "diverted" (more rights ... rights that deviated) sometimes covered talatra advantage of laborers organized fascist. Not to mention, then, the experiences of groups such as New Order, Nar and National Vanguard, abbreviations, and a lot of our peers do not say hardly anything. And it shows that the work of erasure of historical memory of Italy was, of course, important results: today's partisans are criminals, while the Republicans are the victims, Auschwitz today is a lie, while the Foibe a sad truth, the Nar are poor fools, while the BR are dangerous revolutionaries bombed the Bologna train station put it Nonsisachi; not dedicate the roads to Arafat (Nobel prize for peace) but is discussed dedicate to Almirante (shooting partisans). Today, in 2008, we have the hunting immigration and homosexuality, the clashes at the university, elections celebrated at arm's length, and so on. We have historical revisionism (which sometimes leads to more sinister in denial) and tolerant attitudes towards fascist (I know guys ...): in Verona, 5 fascists kill a guy, but all run on TV to say that it rules out any political motive , in Rome, a group of fascists slaughters a seller from Bangladesh, but we can not say that behind there is a policy direction; Forza Nuova stabs student at university, but Roberto Fiore goes on TV to say that FN is against violence.

Until the anti-fascists will stay silent and, worse still, still?

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Il crollo del muro.

No. I'm not talking about the famous and infamous, the Berlin Wall. I speak of a wall made of flesh, muscle, sweat and tears.
I'm talking about John Terry, central defender, captain of Chelsea and England. A big man of 186 cm to 91 kg, 28 years old next December. A big man who last night, under the British rain in Moscow, was dissolved in a sea \u200b\u200bof \u200b\u200btears.
Abstract: I am not a supporter of the Chelsea team, rich and overrated (IMHO). Yet yesterday, after the final of European Cup (I'm still here, and who called the Champions is asked to go fuck Anelka's brother ...), when Manchester United lifted the cup-eared I was disappointed. Because I saw a man, John Terry in fact, be the best in the field, not a wrong action, and firm in closures and in advance, gritty and hard, but always correct. I saw Terry spire of the head with a disarming power, save a goal on the line with a twist of the neck prohibitive. I saw Terry drag, like a true captain, his team fuori dalle sabbie mobili di un primo tempo in balia del più tecnico e spocchio Man U, risorgere in un secondo tempo concluso con un palo di Drogba, dominare i supplementari colpendo una traversa nonostante l'inferiorità numerica (espulso Drogba). Ai rigori, un fastidioso ed atteggiato Cristiano Ronaldo ha sbagliato un rigore calciato, come sempre, in maniera irregolare. Il rigore decisivo per il Chelsea lo calcia John Terry. Il Capitano sistema il pallone sul dischetto, conscio che è a 11 metri dalla storia, dalla prima Coppa dei Campioni nella storia del club di Stanford Bridge. La sua è stata una partita perfetta, e lui può consegnare l'epica vittoria alla squadra per cui da bambino ha tifato, ed in cui gioca da quando ha 14 anni. Terry takes a running start, displaces Van der Sar, but ... slips in the vicinity of the disk and takes off!
What happened next, you have seen it all.
I have only one image in his head: his eyes red and glistening with a giant yesterday that he wanted to be small, and hide like an ant in the wet grass of the stadium in Moscow. That giant, yesterday, had not the strength to climb the stairs head-on.
is not right, John. You had to climb the stairs head-on. Because you last night you played a memorable game, and if Chelsea was one millimeter of the cup, the credit has been especially yours.
Ps: will never happen, I know. But if one day I happen to play against Cristiano Ronaldo, who bit me and gives me the usual 3:00 to 4:00 fake unnecessary and irritating, I will give a kick on his knee with his foot hammer! So then we see if it still queer provocateur ...

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Il denaro non è commestibile

The western model of development has destroyed with its penetration, economies of subsistence (self-production and consumption) of the countries that we call the Third World, on which those people had lived, and sometimes thrived for centuries and millennia. This forced those farmers to abandon their fields and urbanized in the city. But when the corporation, or whoever it goes away, those people left with the butt on the ground. It can not go back because the abandonment of the country has moved forward the desertification, because the social and solidarity that held together the delicate balance of the rural world no longer exists and in any case they no longer have the know how of what they did before.
But something like this begins to occur even in the so-called developed countries that have prioritized industry, finance, services to the detriment of agriculture. If the grain is scarce only the rich countries can obtain them, but often unaffordable in the long run become for the majority of the populations of these countries. You are about to be fulfilled the prophecy of Taranga Totanka, aka the Indian leader Sitting Bull: "When will the last river poisoned, shot down the last tree, took the last bison, the last fish caught, only then they realize they can not eat money accumulated in their banks. "

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