The holiday mood is hard to leave, despite the reality of everyday life is committed to getting the usual tracks. I could catch with my eyes closed since summer Berluska Marnoni of nonsense, Bossi and company have produced on time, then, reading other blogs, I realized that I would have been superfluous to say the least.
So, I limit myself to a comment, a bit 'geeky, regarding the controversy over flags and dialects that those idiots emeritus leaguers have fomented.
The flag, not only Italian, is a symbol. It can be a flag of a region, a party, a football team: what is incontrovertible is that it is a symbol.
The symbol is what the ancient Greeks intended for sun-bolon, aka what unites.
Instead, give-away is what was and bolon, which divides.
Use the flag as a wall for immigrants (or not) is equivalent to divide by something that unites them. Or conversely, if one pleases.
I stop in front of St. Anselm to return to this argument with his feet on the ground. The flag is synonymous with shared values, a culture that can not be flat but has a thousand shades and small differences. But the parties to this
Pontida, it sounds like blasphemy. Moreover, from a bib with the mouth that appointment as a successor to a dazzling genius known for being rejected three times a graduation examination (at a private school fool-proof), you would expect.
Pontida, it sounds like blasphemy. Moreover, from a bib with the mouth that appointment as a successor to a dazzling genius known for being rejected three times a graduation examination (at a private school fool-proof), you would expect.
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