Then, to end on a high note, he allows us a ride through the territories
dearest to him, making it clear that states are sovereign nations, toprevent us from forgetting that now the Nazi-Fascists call themselves
sovereignists and, having their own press, he beats us around the bush,
starting with the newspaper founded by Vittorio Feltri, that is, Libero,
only to fire off fake news and tell the world upside down where he
enjoys living, proud of the journalist and writer from Fucecchio who
wrote "ordinary people" that is, Indro Montanelli, also defined as one
of the most illustrious signatures of our journalism, who was to Enzo
Biagi, like night to day but, at this point, nausea, of Sartrian memory,
assails us and we hope to escape as soon as possible from the
claustrophobic prison of the rigid boxes that we still have to solve, to
drink the bitter cup to the end.
So, to close the excursus in the contemporary polluted by a right that
has nothing modern, the usual crosswordist, now sovereignist, winking at
his allies of today, not before having paid homage to those who have
brought the right from the galloping oblivion into which it had fallen,
brings out sport, the workhorse of its savior and asks us about a
certain former president of Milan who corresponds to the very well-known
and now buried Silvio Berlusconi, especially because he became famous in
several Italian and non-Italian courts, to whom he left the regret of so
many investigations that ended in nothing. Then, in order not to spite
his allies of the moment, who want to outclass him, presenting himself
in an even more vulgar and vulgar way, referring to the ancient history
of the homeland of the municipalities, he reminds us that the Lombard
one defeated Barbarossa, that is, the league, meaning the one invented
by the secessionist Bossi, today an anachronistic political segment of
four ill-informed cats, who first wanted to divide Italy and chase away
the islanders and, today, want the bridge over the Strait but only to
give money to the mafia, even if they, poor things, coming from the more
closed and isolationist North, do not seem to understand this.
In the end, as a convinced right-winger all country, church and family,
the crossword puzzler cannot fail to give us a sketch of that
Catholicism dear to him not at all in line with his gospels that the
movement founded by Don Luigi Giussani represents and, tired, we
materialize in communion and liberation. And being against gender
declination, he is not surprised to reiterate that, according to him,
only girls play with dolls.
The clumsy creator of deviant and deviant crosswords, on which we have
practiced, playing with fire, without realizing it, finally revealing
his nature and secret aspiration, asks us who the despotics are in a
pervasive way and we immediately want to answer despots, tyrants,
dictators and, instead, no, we are wrong all along the line and, with
the usual help of the crossroads, we bring out the word authoritarians
who are not necessarily bad people and, often, are solvers for the
greater good of the most varied economic or social projects with which
the community must deal but, be careful with the adjective pervasive, if
we take a little break, we understand that it rhymes with impositive and
has little to do with freedom and democracy, uncovering another altar of
this fraudulent game.
Finally, to give strength and contours to his fixation on racism, the
crossword puzzler, belonging to the superior race, challenges us to
discover who the followers of the theories of an ancient heretic are to
magnify himself, considering himself one of them: Aryans, even if he
does not identify himself, in this specific case, with Arius, the one
who denied the divine nature of Jesus Christ in 319 AD but with the
closest and craziest racist theories of the Nazi-Fascists. In fact, to
strengthen his lie, he even brings up the Old Testament and, certainly
not to understand if we know it, he asks us who mocked the father, to
which, prepared, we answer Cam, who, with deliberate contempt, is
considered the ancestor of black-skinned people, when we know what
genetics says about this, giving the lie to the racists and the Bible
itself.
Inexhaustible, unbridled and convinced that there is no obstacle that
can stop his phobia against the so-called different, which has taken
possession of him, he continues to mercilessly hammer us with his false
and denigrating ideas, sacrificing other boxes to his fixation, picking
on a biblical heroine, not to remind us why she became one but to
reiterate that Esther was one, as if the fact that she was a Jew were
more important than what he did. And, returning to Cam, he illustrates
some of his many obsessions against the skin color of others, asking us
who a small African could be, which, educated, we translate into pygmy
that, at the limit and to spite him, we can also have sympathy for but,
to counterbalance this naive goodness of our soul, he turns it into
hatred and would like to convince us that this is what African sellers
are called, certainly not the traders that they are but vucumpra,
perhaps happy, at this point, to have forced us to stamp this gratuitous
and vulgar offense aimed at honest workers the same that we Sicilians,
would suffer if in any crossword puzzle they defined us, tout court,
mafiosi.
And so as not to leave the other part of the world out of the game, he
starts by wanting to know who an American with colored descendants is,
whom he does not define as African-American out of sympathy but to wink
at the KKK and, while he is at it, why not point out the black and white
women to public derision? Mixed-race as much as he wants but certainly
more dignified and human than him. And being in America, so as not to
offend anyone, he asks us for a Native American verb, according to him a
nice little dig, difficult for us to resolve if not, as usual, using
what we already have at our disposal, to arrive astonished and angry at
reading about scalping, a practice first put into use by the Spanish,
who paid the killers of defenseless Indians a certain amount per scalp,
like the Nazis paid the informers, even Italian ones, who handed over to
them the Jews they knew, maybe those next door, from whom they had asked
for salt a few times and whose children they played with.
Hungry racist, feeling like a modern Samson against all, continues his
descent into hell, and even dusts off a title of respect used in
colonial India that, for those who were forced to use it, was synonymous
with oppression if not worse, that so-called sahib that should remind us
of the sins of the very civilized England, still bloodied by its
possessions scattered around the world. If, in case we had any doubts
and, this time, we were to consider the previous question healthy and
legitimate, to make his thoughts clear, the lucid and violent crossword
puzzler, immediately disillusions us, reminding us that the servant of
the past was just a servant and nothing more.
: To conclude, without even leaving us with the doubt of having been
wrong about the true intentions of our inventor of these very strange
crosswords, instead trying to clarify as best as possible his dirty and
vulgar intentions, his desire to indoctrinate us at worst and that his
games have nothing enjoyable, no educational intention but exclusively
destructive, continuing to lie, confuse, making us mistake fireflies for
lanterns, he asks us who could be a follower of the political doctrine
of James Monroe, a character who, despite having the same surname as the
universal Marilyn, does not suggest anything to us, as well as the
answer, which isolationist, isolated and lost in a crossword, cannot
suggest anything more to us but, surprise, when we discover that the guy
in question expressed in 1823, the idea of the supremacy of the United
States in the American continent, we understand that our crosswordist is
not only a Nazi-fascist, a racist, a post-fascist, a sovereignist but
also a supremacist, (in Trumpist version?) who, at this point warns us,
threatening us, because he belongs to the bad race that we vulgarize in
kind, decreeing that we can no longer be part of any unachievable
project, according to his desires that he defines as utopia, so that
whoever is naive, utopian is nothing but a deluded person.
Now, tired, disappointed, disgusted and more than angry, I will let you
continue your research on your own, always proceeding immersed in the
fetid slime of not exactly relaxing crosswords. Before I take my leave I
will give you a couple of suggestions, to understand that our crossword
expert is not at all crazy but well aware of what he is trying to spread
with his not at all innocent and disarmed questions, talking nonsense
against those who organize wildcat strikes, in the century the Cobas,
forgetful of the assault on the CGIL by the troublemakers whose comrade
he is and for whom he cheers and makes propaganda.
And just to end it here, I'll give you this last gem just as you might
find it in your next crossword, leaving you with the easy task of
learning more about it: He was a well-known Cambodian politician: Pol
Pot and, excuse me, if that's not much!
Salvatore Cassarino
https://www.sicilialibertaria.it/
_________________________________________
A - I N F O S N E W S S E R V I C E
By, For, and About Anarchists
Send news reports to A-infos-en mailing list
A-infos-en@ainfos.ca
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten