On Nazi-chic.
Years ago, in Manhattan, a label called radical-chic was born. This label indicated rich people, who mysteriously identified with the poor classes and their problems, of which they had no real perception. Consequently, they took problems that came from their class, and projected them onto the entire population. Did you know that black minorities suffer from the inability to play the game of golf, which must be democratized? It's urgent.
The fact is that today, with the political arena unbalanced to the right and the accumulation of wealth by a social class of neo-Nazi bourgeois (Lega or FdI, it doesn't matter), a new class of posh idiots is being created who demand to understand the people, if not to BE the people, without having the faintest idea of the problems of the common person.
For example, the Northern League member stands up scandalized because in a Piedmontese school where most of the students spend Ramadan the principal has decided to close. The problem here is not that the other schools stop for the local saint and no one says anything, or that if you concentrate all the Muslims in one area, then in that area the children are all Muslims.
The problem is, it's not a big deal. It's not relevant. Or rather, it is as relevant as noting that depriving ghetto blacks of the ability to play golf is racist. We would call it a radical-chic problem, only because it comes from the right and therefore I will call it Nazi chic.
But it's not an Italian problem. You can't say that Italy has a {public debt problem, lowest salaries in Europe, healthcare in disaster, Pioltello school closes for a day for Ramadan}. There is clearly an intruder on the list of “people's problems”. A very chic intruder, because if you can worry about Pioltello, you certainly aren't wondering how to make ends meet.
This is the equivalent of radical-chic, only it's right-wing . It's Nazi-chic.
Now the Northern League member will tell me how scandalous it is that there is, around the Pioltello school, an entire neighborhood populated mainly by Muslims. And that yes, these niggers are invading us and then they are Muslims and then our identity and everything. It sounds like an emergency. After all, everyone in the Bronx wanted to be able to play golf.
But the Northern League member who complains doesn't live in that neighborhood . He lives in a black-free neighborhood. Just as the radicalchics lived in Manhattan, not in the Bronx. They went to the Bronx to pontificate. So the Northern League member complains about what he thinks is the problem that Italians (not rich, i.e. the "people") have: too many blacks. You go around and on the doorbells you only see foreign names. (who may also be Belarusians, but they are still blacks).
If, however, you walk around the neighborhood with a microphone and interview the people, even very Italian ones, of that neighborhood, you hear different music:
- the problem is the landlords who have raised the rent three times in two years.
- the problem is the prices in supermarkets which have increased dramatically
- the problem is the bills which now when you hear them arrive are more scary than a Himars.
no one will tell you "the problem is the black neighbors".
But the Nazi-chic is convinced that he knows "the problems of the people", and not only that: from the top of his little factory, while he goes to the lakes towing his little boat, the Nazi-chic is convinced that he IS the people.
Like their left-wing equivalents, Nazi-chics obviously have a conflict of reference. If Israel-Palestine is the chic conflict of the chic leftists, Russia-Ukraine is the chic conflict of the chic Nazis. And obviously, they have completely opposite preferences.
And we discover that the Nazi-chics are horrified by the behavior of Hamas, which raped the poor girls of the Rave Party in the desert, a symbol of Western freedom threatened by the evil Saladin, who if you have a Rave party in Italy you get six years with the applause of the nazi chics, and the nazi chics are fine with it because they call raped girls "ticks" if they meet them on the street. Few ideas, but very confused.
By the way, since when do nazi-chics care much about rape? After all, they were dancing half naked and probably using drugs. It was a Rave Party, wasn't it? They were ticks. Haven't they been asking for it a bit, dear Nazis? I mean, since when is rape a problem for nazi-chics?
Moreover, the radical chics have just informed us that Israeli girls, being "colonizers", do not have the same rights as Palestinians, who are "colonized". Clash of Pisquani. Civility buffer: how people who were just dancing (but not for Piantedosi, I know) could so easily lose basic human rights is only known to Hitler, who invented the trick.
I could talk for hours about the analogies between Nazi-chic and radical-chic, and I would continue to show you the same thing over and over again. Rich transvestites, who have as a hobby representing people who have never asked to be represented by them. Transvestites because they continue to claim not only to understand the people, but to be one .
The trouble is that before, when there were only radical-chic people, if you heard one of them talking on the train, you opened your book and let him talk. Little by little it stopped. Instead today they have the power of the trigger. And so as soon as the sound waves of their bullshit reach the ears of the nazi-chic on duty, the two enter a loop and an unbearable two-man rally starts, with controversy, and since there is no Bruno Vespa on the train to moderate the discussion, you have just condemned yourself to a journey full of shameless bullshit.
The real problem is that we have combined both “nitro” and “glycerin”. Now we have TWO herds of lobotomized idiots, and the worst thing is that when they meet there are explosions of bullshit so loud that Hiroshima looks like a village fair.
Every time a Nazi-chic and a radical-chic meet, there is a real risk of having Armageddon, the Götterdämmerung, the first topless of Alda d'Eusanio.
The planet is at risk, the universe shakes to its foundations.
But isn't it time the government put a limit on bullshit per cubic metre? Is it possible that no one, in addition to sound pollution and light pollution and electromagnetic pollution, deals with pollution from anything-chic bullshit?
Uriel Fanelli
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