Yuck
Note: I started writing this post two days ago, I had to finish it and published on Tuesday evening, saw what happened, I decided to let go, agreeing with those who asked, and rightly so silent out of respect to those affected.
But now I'm broke. I bring respect to Mr. Englaro and am sincerely sorry for the pain that I imagine you feel at this time, pain with more motivation. But I think it also fair to return the non-respect of those who, from the beginning, saw the whole drama is only one way to make their own interests, to manipulate it to their advantage, and that even in these hours has the courage to continue to speak, outside, make statements, insulting for the mere fact of being made, as well as for their content.
And I certainly did not claim that this tiny and poor fragment of websites can attract the attention of anyone, but I need to vent the illusion of being able to spit in the face all my contempt for all these jackals. Here is what I wrote:
How disgusting, to see that in Italy we have passed from the commodification of pain, contempt thereof.
That sucks, you want to see how a country to impose the beliefs of a fundamentalist minority (and I do not come to say that most Christians agree).
Yuck, see these wolves pose to lambs.
That sucks, having a government that is committed and gives the bottom of each resource for action repugnant.
Yuck, see the police, or at least part of it, and is complicit in this appalling act.
How disgusting, to know with certainty that in every policy statement is still dictated by interest, any action calculated to obtain the maximum benefit.
How disgusting, to confirm that we are always under the yoke of a foreign head of state.
That sucks, know that writing "God does not exist" crowd someone's feelings, but remains unmoved to hear that a woman in a coma for 16 years "can have children."
That sucks, enjoy a brief note of clarity of the highest office in the state, only to realize soon after that is to be satisfied.
Yuck, see parliament in the transverse movement of the "obedient" to the lord of the Sith.
Yuck, realize that you are virtually helpless in all this, and the only result is that almost passes you the desire of indignation for the nth, unnecessary time.
That sucks, you know that in all cases you'll have to get angry again, for reasons every time new, ever more valid.