Oggi sono a casa in malattia, per cui mo' mi beccate ;-). Grazie al mio ozio forzato, stamattina mi sono vista finalmente la cassetta che mi ha regstrato ed inviato una cara amica, della prima ed unica puntata di Raiot. La trasmissione censurata, sì, proprio quella, censurata da un bel paese democratico...
Ho capito quindi cosa ha detto Ciampi, che cosa intendeva, ed in che stato si sta riducendo il nostro (vostro, con amarezza) paese.
Per il discorso di fine anno a questo punto, da amareggiata residente all'estero, devo ammettere che mi mancano le parole.
Ancora una volta mi sento fortunata ad essere qui ma piena di rimpianto ed amarezza per quello che sta succedento nel paese dove parlano la mia stessa lingua madre...
Oltre al danno le beffe: ultimamente il mio professore di sociologia sta utilizzando Berlusconi come esempio di carisma mediatico imposto con l'inganno del linguaggio televisivo, e la politica italiana è stata paragonata alla politica cortense del '500 e '600 in cui i protetti(leggi
inistri, tipo Gasparri & co.) "facevano" la politica machiavellicamente e senza etica sociale.
Durante la stessa lezione, il suddetto professore ha
proiettato un lucido con le parole di Sympathy for the Devil dei Rolling Stones come testo esptremamente significativo di ciò che intendeva.
Vi lascio qui con le parole del testo, mi sembrava un paragone parecchio interessante che sottopongo al vostro giudizio.
Sympathy for The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s me name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Ooo, who, who
Oh, yeah