Bitter Vittorio Feltri: "Mes or not Mes, the government does not last. We will go to hell"

What a bore, what a beard. This affair of the Save states looks like a comedy of the absurd of Eugene Ionesco, full of weird phrases that can't make you think, just laugh. We are crazy. Conte and Di Maio they quarrel like wives at the sink, the premier wobbles, however, does not give up, for now. Newspaper commentators every other day also predict the collapse of the majority and therefore the fall of the executive. Mattarella astonished is silent. The Italians do not understand what is happening or where we are going to crash. Never before had a chaos of this kind been seen, not even at the time of tangentopoli that upset the country, reducing it to a kind of slaughterhouse.

The Mes remains a mystery. What's the use, who benefits, who harms? Two concordant opinions on the topic were not heard and I imagine that people interested in politics are amazed by the lack of clarity. In such a nebula one understands only that Salvini is gaining and the melons, an indomitable lioness, which continues to grow in support, having a lucidity which the adversaries are lacking. It is not known what sense there is in the hubbub. The M5S ignores which way to go, but moves away from the premier, foreshadowing an imminent crisis. The President of the Council is disregarding, he says that the European piggy bank is useful but neglects the dangers it could cause.

People see the news, they read the printed paper and eyes widen as they once wrote in the dark. Sometimes I go to the bar to have a coffee and the customers ask me where we are going, and I don't know what to say. I laugh and say: down the drain. The climate fades away thanks to collective laughter. The feeling is that the people sense a detail: hard minga, it doesn't last. sperem.

by Vittorio Feltri