La Lega Nord è una malattia senile. Ha colpito l'Italia perchè è un paese vecchio.
A country full of fear, which has lost all hope for the future, but that still has many savings, many advantageous position to defend, is an old country and hateful, who hates and fears the new and different. The Northern League can fatally infect a country like that.
young and strong in the Italian who rebuilt in the sixties and early seventies, who shouted insults against the southerners and many were just drunks in the bars. Decent people, if every time they had some bad thoughts towards others, the repressed: it was done out of modesty, politeness, because he said the priest, or party, or the mother. Not now. Now you let go of everything, do not hold the drives, you let out, loudly, like farts.
The Northern League is the mouthpiece of these farts. How much more down and smelly bait by citizens. The yield of the flesh and spirit of the old gloomy and disappointed. Certain infections
taken by the young people do not even feel it. From old can kill. The infection of the League is this: think about some figures of the party that the big fire always blaming the weak, with the last: Borghezio, Castelli, Calderoli, with those red faces swollen with hatred that only the rich can: Italy would have been buried in Young's derisive laughter. Today they are voted by millions of old of all ages.
La Lega Nord esprime la negazione della realtà e la fuga in un passato mitizzato. Come gli anziani che non capiscono il mondo, la tecnologia, la velocità, e certe volte si chiudono in casa ripensando alla semplicità degli anni passati, così la Lega culla l'idea di un'arcadia padana che non è mai esistita. Le belle campagne del veneto, le risaie sul Po, le prealpi piene di castagne, nei secoli scorsi hanno sempre avuto molto in comune tra di loro, ma una cosa dominava su tutte: la povertà assoluta della grande maggioranza dei loro abitanti.
La fine di quel passato mitico si chiama progresso. La Lega non lo accetta.
La Lega Nord ha una soluzione semplice per tutti i problemi, ed è sempre sbagliata. I cervelli accept the old, because it is easy to chew. No longer want to make the effort to reason, think they know better, are not aware of being ripped off constantly. They move in herds like sheep, but they think they are smart as cats.
I hear the cats smarter leaguers rant on TV foaming at the mouth and believe they are defending the bad regime in Rome.
not know that for ten years, the Roman regime they are. For ten years,
Leaguers involved ministries, living, board of directors and secretaries.
For ten years running on the blue car, take your friends and family in the girth of the state and government, busy with the banks.
In ten years in this country, have not changed anything. Nothing.
does not like the constitution? Well. E 'legitimate. The change. The only time I have tried a crap that they did that then, when they put to the vote of Italians, they have not even voted for the League!
And then? The economy is stagnating. Taxes are always the same. Employees continue to earn little. The public affairs is inefficient. The infrastructure they fall apart. The technology is not renewed. The external competitiveness is gone. What have they done in ten years to improve this? Nothing. They scream. But what screams that you're there on the throne! The old
Italy elected them on the stage of political theater. But the show is old and sad, and they, tragic clowns with the green handkerchief, hold the bag at their sole shareholder, a septuagenarian of Arcore, padronaccio a good old-fashioned, if you bought them because they were the only ones willing to stake and sacked him from the country, in exchange for a ministry and the University of Insubria. If
notice it in time, old young, deceit brubru of these? Or end up in a plucked bell'ospizio, the emblem of the Sun with the input of the Alps?
Jonathan
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