Right and left are the two announced disasters into which Orvieto, a moribund city with its head clouded by the methadone of tourism, risks sinking in a few days. The great illusion constituted by the two national sides represents above all the lethal trap into which a now exhausted and perhaps resigned community, certainly subjected to a propaganda hammering by the right as never seen before, risks falling. Yet voting for the award-winning firm Tardani&Riciclati (with Nova’s now semi-crippled appendix) or for the lively ex-doctor Biagioli is exactly the best choice to make to continue to keep the city on the inclined plane of the slow and inexorable death announced. Why?
Because we experienced it first hand, first for sixty years straight and then for the next ten years, interspersed with someone who wasn’t exactly Winston Churchill. We saw everything and more. Wasn’t that enough for you? We have seen the left reduce to ashes and dirty laundry a city that today has fewer than 20 thousand inhabitants for the first time. An increasingly irrelevant little town, with social fragilities that are now red alert, which has been used to make the fortunes of politicians who are at best incapable, not to mention worse. Exactly the same people who are now behind Biagioli, only with some young recruits, co-opted to create a bit of color and confuse ideas, but with the political weight of the showgirls. Those who are not behind Biagioli are those who make up the other half of the Tardani&Riciclati company. They are two sides of the same coin. They are bold because they know who they are dealing with. They have in fact understood that anything can be foisted on the people of Orvieto, almost always managing to get away with it to their satisfaction. The people of Orvieto are all in all simple people. They can be made to digest mayors, aspiring mayors, councillors, councilors and managers who in any normal company could at most aspire to be ushers. Here, however, they have always governed, right and left are the same thing. The ancient Greeks called it “kakistocracy,” the rule of the worst.
“I see in the government of my city all those who in my time did badly at school” said the director Paolo Virzì about Livorno, at the time of the victory of those others who ran away from the Grillini house. In Orvieto, those who had support in elementary school and who in life we don’t really know what they have done constitute the perennial political class of the right and left (with praiseworthy exceptions) that has always governed.
They have reduced Orvieto as we see it. Zero economy, deep southern healthcare, the Tartar desert on every front and no prospect of salvation other than a commuter train pass. But they have the courage to say that they are the best. In Orvieto there are enormous social emergencies that affect the lives of hundreds of people, but politicians always talk about other things, even the “new” ones. An example above all. The Alzheimer’s center in Canonica, which at least provided some relief to the problem of many families, closed its doors for several years now. The priests who own it have seen fit to make better use of that structure by managing immigrants. Understandable. Since then, however, no one has bothered to provide an answer to the many people struggling with this emergency. Nobody talks about it, it’s not St. Patrick’s well. The new radical chics are rightly concerned about energy communities, the right doesn’t care as always, the left which should have a bit of social sensitivity completely ignores the topic. Harmful, useless and dangerous people.
With the Brancaleone army that made the Accumulation and called it Futuro there have always been world political phenomena such as the immovable councilor who has been there for thirty years and has not yet managed to come up with half a political idea to give a hand to the city. Vacuum professional, now part of the upholstery industry. He is running again. Vote it again.
Everything goes wrong here except the statistics of St. Patrick’s well. The only mantra of Tardani@Riciclati. A broken and pathetic record. Tardani is a good village girl, she did what she knew how to do. What little, very little, that she could give, she gave. Not convinced? You do. In a worrying and hopeless situation, there is the possibility of relying on Roberta Palazzetti. You have a project based on economic recovery. She has a curriculum that tells where she started from and where she arrived. It’s the only concrete hope that exists. Together with her there are half a dozen (no more) sensible and capable people on whom the basis of a new ruling class can be built. Not convinced? You do. So, in summary. On the one hand we have a nice boy who at 33 years old is still a student, then a septuagenarian former medical doctor, a fig leaf chosen to cover up all the worst of the worst of the left who has been fodder for Orvieto for decades, then a former secretary of the farmers’ trade association, an aspiring professional politician, behind which there is an apparatus of various interests which entirely mirror that of the left when the left existed. Then there is a sixty-year-old self-made woman, she has led two multinationals, managing projects halfway around the world and having responsibility for thousands of workers.
You do. But if you screw up, then don’t complain for the next five years. There will be no other chance to try to save us. The pale knight points it out to you affectionately. He’s fine in his saloon, well stocked with whiskey and friendly women.
