Mediatic Anesthesia

Honestly, how many of you consider to be well informed, to be really aware of what’s happening in the world? How many of you are able to eliminate the suspicion that there is someone that is taking us the piss? Be here to discuss that (here or anywhere else, in the bar downstairs rather then in the assembly of UN) does not serve other than to make much ado about nothing, to allow, at whoever is behind the scenes, to pull, undisturbed, the threads of history?

Really we have no choice? Really try to “inform” is the only way to change the world, bringing it closer to the ideal society we all have in mind, in which words, such as injustice, poverty, starving and war, will only be distant memories?

If I look back I’ve had discussions on topics as varied, as that was on the choice to buy the white grapes, rather than black, I cannot remember a single episode in which I or my partner have changed our opinions.

Perhaps we must change the perspective, maybe we should think longer and more wide. Perhaps the hope that a infinite sum of unnecessary discussions can lead to a change is not in vain, even if it is like to admit that the sum of zero tends to infinity gives infinity.

Since there is doubt that the debate into private clubs, among kindred minds that tend to exclude “different”, cannot do no more that calcify the status quo, a bit like trying to move mountains blowing against them and, at the same time, not realize that breath is merely depositing a thin layer of limestone on the rock, subtly increasing his thickness. As if the words had weight, as if they were freeze-dried sand that, according to the principle of homeopathy, were useful to care for affinity.

Here, it seems to me that we all have the impression to give our contribution to history, but this impression could be the result of surgery, of a mediatic lobotomy performed under general anesthesia by a gagged surgeon, eyeless and faceless, which has no hurry to wake us from a dreamless sleep.

[italian version]

Homeopathy of the idiocy

Homeopathy works on the principle of similia similibus curantur, or the similar treat the similar, that it means that to heal from an orchitis we should take small doses of political jargon, a concept that raises some legitimate doubt.

The fact is that the success of homeopathy seems to have no boundaries, due to the penetration of a product on the market seems to be directly proportional to the degree of misunderstanding of the mechanisms that regulate it. Indeed, this is why religion still selling well, despite the fierce competition of best surrogates, especially in their soothing qualities, such as satellite television and bowling.

Therefore, people are convinced that you can cure the idiocy with the idiocy, simply by applying the principle of successive dilutions that, contrary to common logic, instead of diminishing the effect of the drug, increases his effectiveness.

Found that also Italy has entered the fan club of homeopaths, do not be surprised when you hear or read nonsenses uttered by some leading figure in the bleak media landscape. This idiocy is used to treat those already present, the idiocy that has infected the institutions and citizens, conveyed by mutant viruses through the ink of newspapers (take a look at yours fingers, the next time you will read a newspaper), by radiation or television, or by other unknown beams.

Unfortunately, the suspicion that someone is overdoing it with the nonsense exists and is reasonably based on the resurgence of symptoms, so that to be diluted in the ocean of boundless stupidity, it might rather be the intelligence. But maybe that’s the problem at its source: there’s somebody that maybe we need to heal from this terrible disease, whose most common symptoms are critical sense, a desire for knowledge, tolerance, manifest inability to intellectual sodomy and to collapse in front of the socio-economic superpower.

[italian version]