"I said nothing."
between silence and talk, here's the final solution of the Premier: "I did not say anything."
responds only to requests that autopone, and the answer is nothing but a denial of the facts in full, a sponge, the dramatic gesture (and expected) of a cornered man, which turned the tables to exit avoiding direct confrontation.
Everything and its opposite. Deliberate attack through the manipulation of facts and fantasy at the same time, the story of the facts - the same ones that have been manipulated - never happened. Plot
media and invention. Political attack and gossip among the lightest and superficial. Light enough not to be superficial and not worthy of being mentioned by the news of the flagship network RAI.
Meanwhile, those ten questions (and the new ten appeared yesterday on LaRepubblica) who remain there, pending, no response.
"One wonders why so many things, but woe to continue: the risk of condemning permanent unhappiness. "(Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 ).
Yet it is precisely those four words make it clear one thing: "If Berlusconi" everything can be, except than just gossip. Between story and reality, correction and contradiction, appear unlikely in such detail as reconstructions, which sank soon after. What emerges is a picture that shows this ever-changing, elusive, almost kaleidoscopic. E 'in this general framework, and not to individual images that pass before his eyes (in Technicolor), that one must look to understand what lies behind the label of gossip: "I did not say anything" is a formula, The formula, at the base of the political system of Berlusconi. A system with a device to remove any distinction between true and false, which eliminates not only the facts, not only for the reconstruction and the contradiction of Premier himself, but also the memory, the memory alive and throbbing in the minds of witnesses and the public. E 'claim to acceptance by all of his fee, according to which excludes everything, everything, even that which is currently held true, thus denying the existence of any viable criterion of truth.
peddling deliberate lies and believe in purity of heart, forget every event that has become inconvenient, and then, when it again becomes necessary, draw him from oblivion for so long that needs to deny the existence of reality objective and at the same time take the advantage from the reality that is denied ... this is essential, absolutely. (From The theory and practice of oligarchical collectivism Emmanuel Goldstein, 1950)
It 's easy for those who control television networks and print media. The truth does not survive a minute, nor is there any way to accuse the prime minister of lying, of having created a world of smoke and mirrors, because "the liar that has abolished the property [...] 'idea of truth "(Giuseppe d'Avanzo, LaRepubblica May 29, 2009).
There he was, smug and smiling, with that big mouth, that face that looks great from every poster, from any screen, from every window that pops up on our homes, our lives. Watching us, controls us, we probed, masking his watchful eye, hiding behind the lens of the colorful spectacle that presents itself every day. Every day he sets out through stories that break down and then reassembled the facts - it still makes sense to call this? It still exists some evidence?
careful, though. The media machine, its army and its strength are mastondontici and yet elusive. They are everywhere in no time, fast, synthetic active and powerful. A little 'as the four words. On April 25
Aldo Schiavone spoke of "political shortened," a policy, that is, that builds a representation of power contracted and simplified, taking advantage and prosperity in a perpetual state of emergency, governed from the rapid circumstances. A policy that has taken direct electorate, with an identifiable leader, present and strong, which has an immediate relationship with the masses in danger. Schiavone defines it as an inevitable condition that stems from a period of difficulties and fears, and that brings out a populist drift in any democracy. "It 's something similar - He writes - a law trend, which one can not escape. "
But we are sure that it is only this? To deny the crisis, fears, difficulties, as say Berlusconi, one can not, it's true. And every form of government actually can develop into a drift. However, here the situation is different, here we have gone further. The populist drift, this urge so powerful and so amazing, they rise to power is slowly institutionalized, its emotional content are used, extended, expanded, becoming the only pivot around which runs a clear political strategy. It feeds the relationship of trust, bilateral and exclusive, between leaders and masses (His people), marginalizing and crushing the rest in a predetermined system of relations that they see a people who are needy, helpless and useless to wait passively for a grace that comes from ' high. A sort of "short circuit charismatic," which begins and end there, turning the only democracy in the search for consensus and using it for the mere preservation of power, rather than for the realization of a project , large and rebalancing through the continuous group participation.
Power is not a means, an end. Does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution, but it makes a revolution in order to establish a dictatorship. The end of persecution is persecution . The purpose of torture is torture . The purpose of power is the power . (George Orwell, 1984 )
And the power, in this context, takes on a new face. The face of lies, which has the absolute primacy over all, as well as a specific function of destruction and recreation of reality. The great lie of the demiurge, which by its nature can not refrain from create, and that, because of that very nature, can only reproduce copies only distorted and false, which writhe and burn like wretched pieces of paper. And from those same ashes the demiurge continues to shape the products of their own distorted power bulimia. Always with the same components, always with the crumpled paper and thin, always with those simple four words.
Here, the new face of power, here, the new democracy. A disposable democracy, a democracy reduced to the "persistent vibration of consent" (Ezio DiMauro), impoverished and compressed in the slogan "join-and-forget. A final attempt to turn the blind adherence Community as a whole and complete in the sense (and not so good sense) of a country tired and listless.
Berlusconi claims that the power of his words, his four lapidary words, reality and the minds (ours, incidentally), is unquestioned and unlimited. Passive obedience, addiction to any handling, sterilization mental whole of society.
"You're slow to learn, Winston, 'said O'Brien gently.
"But how can I help but ..." Winston muttered "how can I fail to see what I have before my eyes? Two and two make four. "
"Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes I make five. Sometimes they make three. Sometimes I make four and five and three in the same time. You have to try harder. It is not easy to recover his senses. "
(George Orwell, 1984).
Berlusconi has surrounded his army (salaried journalists), braced his trusty weapon (a lie) and launches battle. Against those who still dare to remember, against those who are still with their mere presence testifies to the reality.
Pech there is no other truth outside of his (do not remember anything?). Why is memory, whether individual or collective, it is his property, which can change and distort at will.
E 'abuse of power with no holds barred, a ruthless suffocation of democracy. With four words.
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