Stupidipensieri bitter and fast in the days of the blackbird.
I read a little 'things around and they are angry. I'm mad for Mirafiori, are pissed off for the theater of Italian politics, are pissed off for school reform (and this is just the news in Italy) are mad and try to understand.
is not the first time that politics pisses me off, chew that crap for years and years and I am disappointed that I try to think small niche personal happiness in the general chaos.
And sometimes I wonder: what to tell my children or my grandchildren of those moments, I tell you what, me? How I reacted, what was my part?
workers subjected to the referendum: what it meant to say yes, what about it? What it means to be faced with a choice-not choice, in fact against a giant (The logic of the market, puppets and puppeteers) that can arbitrarily and increasingly bend and stop you from living a decent life with a job in which you are not a slave underpaid and that puts you in a position to compete against your own colleagues for a toco de pan, you can prevent it from making independent, or create your family, or know that you will have the opportunity to study your children (just to name a few)?
A referendum that puts you in the face of choice, "or yes or taac? (Cited from here )
But please.
What is meant by saying yes or saying no?
This referendum, this false choice is a crumbs in the enormous contradictions in which we inserted in two thousand years of history.
If we get into their heads that it's time to study, read, understand, everything, to make us aware of the historical dynamics, social (and psychological, too) that govern our lives at personal, local but also global (to name just a few: redistribution of wealth, technology to improve the quality of life for all, seek new forms and ecological energy production, end the exploitation of man by man and of nations over other nations, but instead go to the logical man for man - and said as E. Fromm - etc.);
if we put ourselves in the head it's time to try new ways, but shared together instead of shaking allargado the field, feeling part of the world and not seeking their own identity in circles ever closer, regional, religion, color, language, whether we are here to
look at the herb garden, make rattapezzi that not only open but not enough and other critical call other rattapezzi;
and then continue to live rattapezzi, will continue to open up the gap between rich and poor, will continue to build walls, ideological and real to pursue the need to feel great through someone else who succumbs to us the war between the poor, to be oppressed with violence by those in power at that time.
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But we are the usual. Because the usual dynamics (micro and macro level) is always. How is it that history has known slavery, persecution, wars, bloody revolutions to overthrow governments, and bloody oppressors, and now we're back there?
We are still there. Maybe because we like that.
The truth is that man has the memory of goldfish. My grandfather died and my grandmother no longer gives in fifteen, and what I tell my children will be romanticized and perhaps a small portion of what they have lived with poverty, with fascism, with the war and emigration overseas because here, in the 40's, there was work.
And rarely re-read the story. And we rarely tell it on TV. And now there is no time to do it (well) to school and if they do, it is difficult to explore the issues in a calm that require it. The story may fall upon him, and for some as heavy as a boulder.
And then we have no time. We do not have time to study, do not have time to inform us, we do not have time to read and discuss with others. We have no time because we work all day and we carry a family. We have no time because the day is twenty-four hours and we are taken inside the whirlwind of everyday life. Or the shit.
Ok, I do not have time but I decided that I must find. Today there is a possibility to circulate ideas like never before. There lies the challenge. But the ideas are born when the brain works, or is there a vacuum, or Defilippi, or keep up with the whores of Italian politics (indeed, the Italian political whores) or worse, follow the ideal of fashion and embrace the gallows , so he pours a lot 'of anger, in the meantime. And the head
to work requires effort and time. Time and effort to learn to reason.
(later, in the network we tell between us, eh, but it's a start).
I, for one, do not know well the political economy (historical and contemporary), I have only some partial information, and often confused, and I admit that I'd like to know more, someone explain to me, that alone is very difficult. Without knowledge it comes to clichés, and he also produced. Find the time? I do not know. Now I do not know, but I know the man enough to know that perfection does not exist and that the tensions and contradictions are part of his deeper nature, which is due to close for a pissing cat in the geranium and that quarrels between brothers on his deathbed of the old rich, who often must choose between if you feel so-so in one or two very well and the other shit, you end up in most cases for option two.
Even this self-awareness takes effort and time.
But I also know that man is the only Living with free will (let alone religious tendencies, please), and that we always have a choice and that choice is necessary and difficult because it requires, however, the loss of something. In the micro and macro.
And I also know that we can not live apart from feeling better, but you are really good if you are all well.
Or not, or will win the death instinct and fuck you, always choose me , massacring us and the earth will eventually create a hole and we cacher all away with a loud fart. Inside plastic bags.
Certainly we will not be neither first nor the last to die because unsuitable.
But surely we will be the first to become extinct because idiots.
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