There is an official election campaign and an underground one. The first takes place in broad daylight, the second is taking place in the shadows, between private meetings outside the city and intense WhatsApp exchanges. In the second, the protagonists are a lady for whom the June elections represent a question of life and death, in which personal and career prospects of central importance are at stake and a young gentleman, son of an artist who has understood everything of the logic of politics and is intent on personally maximizing the movement activism in which the brilliant minds of that generation of thirty-year-olds who fortunately exists and is vital are involved. It remains to be understood whether everyone in that group, someone or no one, has a clear idea and shares the very lucid project of personal power that the American leader-son of art from Kansas is pursuing with lucid determination. Planned well in advance and hidden behind the emotional fuss of “young people who are finally interested in politics”, the plan envisages valorising the movement to arrive sooner or later (better sooner) to hold some prestigious position at the top of cultural institutions, starting from ‘Opera del duomo (whose very weak Pd-branded president retains his seat pro tempore by virtue of a division agreement sealed by the lady in question), but aiming at much more important cultural bodies.
An ambitious and legitimate plan of personal ascent which, to be completed, requires the support of a widespread political movement, preferably present in the institutions. Hence the choice to participate in the elections without forming electoral alliances despite knowing that they have no chance of winning, but rather with the aim of becoming a political entity that everyone will have to deal with from June onwards, being fueled by many young people of talent and value. Even motivated by the same intelligent unscrupulousness? Maybe. A sort of “personal party” whose individual career ambitions were immediately welcomed by the lady whose suits could no longer match the tricolor sash in a few days. It took very little for the two to come to an agreement regarding the second electoral round. After all, she, the lady asphalt worker, has brought everyone on board: old-school socialists with some consensus network still in operation, former secretaries of the Democratic Party with useful family-political ramifications, former dissidents rampant with Forza Italia, former far-right militants, desperate housewives and other samples of various humanity. Everyone inside without being subtle. The important thing is not to be forced to change your life in July, with the heat it will have. Even the agreement recently made with the mayor of Terni Bandecchi to avoid an autonomous candidacy of his movement, with the promise of supporting one of their men in the regional elections (it seems true) is part of this vision of not letting anything or anyone escape, including the agreements with the two or three families that really count here.
The “take it all” lady and the young gentleman obviously fear little or nothing of a PD that is more boiled than alive, they are only afraid of the real UFO of this electoral campaign. That Roberta Palazzetti who broke the eggs in the basket of a center-right that already felt victory in its pocket and who is the only one with the potential to mix up the cards, throw away the interested and semi-clandestine chinoiserie of those who above all must find (or avoid having to look for) a job. The only candidate capable of turning a page in the history of a city headed towards the inclined plane of decline and which risks ending up governed by young gentlemen with boundless ambition and in search of an author and by ladies ready to do anything so as not to have to return in anonymity.
