polls continue to say that thirty percent of voters give their preference to him, that the PDL is the dominant party. Forget for now that if the trust is because he buys. I continue to think that thirty percent. In spite of everything. There are many, are many, but still means that two thirds do not vote (or holds it as an ally "bitter pill"). But where are these people? Thirty per cent means that if I enter in a carriage of the train and wonder who voted for the pdl?, here, if we are about one hundred and thirty people at a guess should, if not ashamed, I say. There are huge.
The fact is that it is a bit 'of time I wonder why I continue to vote for it, to believe in him. And believe it with such passion, transportation, aggression and anger, sometimes. But then, when questioned, in fact, show a lot of ignorance about the things actually done in politics in these two / three-year term. But it's not the point, I'm not here to say I'm ignorant.
Yesterday, at the library (they should pay more attention to all this freedom that we have to borrow books, study, put in report) at the same time I hand in anthropology texts and children's literature. Read here, read there, at some point, I happen to glance this piece here:
" will be possible, the illusion of fiction identify with more heroes, more live stories, repeat existed in various forms and come out all integers. [...] the story above gives to the poor and the dispossessed desiring a leading role, for they wish, thanks to the wonderful narrative and identification, they can reverse their fate, the identification can be realized in full allowing a path next to the hero, marked by incredible efforts, almost always, will be rewarded "
(Milena Bernardi, Childhood and fairy tale, Bonomi University Press, Bologna 2007)
Ah, I thought.
Then I thought that before the TV, the people are legends and stories passed down orally in which we consciously and unconsciously gave room for other places, where it gave space for areas subject to censorship, in which " really believe without believing " vehicle of escape, avoidance of visions.
Then I thought, while at the time of television, which gradually replaced the oral tale before the fire, it happened that Western society has become rich and simultaneously experienced a lack of values \u200b\u200band an existential crisis which fill the pages in the contemporary analysis of the post.
Then I thought that TV and fiction took hold of our daily lives, in a movement of the apparent fulfillment of that need our ancestral wonderful, without identification of dangers, " can get out in one piece." Why do we always need stories.
And then I put in the report.
In the vacuum of stories, in the absence of values \u200b\u200btoday, in the dark to fill empty lives with no satisfaction from consumption, the gap is fiction, finds room in fear of being alone and helpless in front of the anguish of the void within.
The greatest of all fiction, now in power, has found his hero, and if I though I identify with that hero by bringing the dangerously Elsewhere in my real (second movement: the big brother anyone can go, and even the island, so to speak), then in vivo in the real 'illusion of " against my destiny," and it happens that " identification can be achieved by allowing a full path next to the hero, marked by incredible efforts, almost always, will be rewarded . In fact, it happens, the hero must always defeat the greatest enemy that you parry before. His fiction and fills a gap compensates for those who follow his adventures.
Then I thought that thirty percent can not be composed of everything from nuts, or any accomplices, or whoever takes economic interests, although these there are, within that thirty percent. And the others?
Some, perhaps, is under a spell. And if so how does now not to believe in his hero, if he is identified with? As it does now, to get out of that spell without burning alive inside? How does it without breaking down? If you opt out, if you see, if released from the spell, falls a fundamental part of their identity, the ego falls, everything collapsed. And it's a casino deep inside. Here's the anger when defending him.
In fact, deep down, is fear.
*** Look, I am cross-sectional study and correlates. Maybe not, maybe you do not know enough and I'm making a mess, if I apologize to those who know more and better, are basically the beginning of this research is very difficult and complex issues that touch I do not want trivialize or worse do not understand. I share just a hunch. Still bitter. And then there are those who perhaps said it best before me.
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