I’m going to Massimo – the newspaper

Nature shuns a vacuum. Imagine politics. And so the left, left bare in ideas and leadership by an Elly Schlein that no one has seen return from vacation, is immediately filled by Massimo …

I'm going to Massimo - the newspaper


Nature shuns a vacuum. Imagine politics.

And so the left, left bare in ideas and leadership by an Elly Schlein that no one has seen return from vacation, is immediately filled by Massimo D’Alema, with the media coverage of Pier Luigi Bersani and the unsolicited strategies of Goffredo Bettini, the pig of politics; but only in the sense that nothing of him is thrown away. Rosy Bindi is missing – but enough waiting – and then the Company is complete again.

The Democratic Party never changes. The old and the new that advance. The first in the sense of “going forward”, the second of “being in the way”.

That’s how politics goes. Perfect for giving advice to the Party after having been one of its most disastrous Secretaries, Massimo D’Alema reappears on TV, is the guest of honor at the Festa dell’Unità – where to excite the base he declares himself proud of having been a communist -, the newspapers question him with sloppy interviews, no reporter mentions his legal troubles, least of all in the justiciar papers, nor asks him about the arms affair in Colombia. By the way: but how did the investigation end? And in the end – for the good of the country, obviously – he found himself the noble father of a left that has fewer and fewer children.

Then we need to understand if it is a grand rentrée or an exhumation. But it doesn’t matter.

The only future for the left is to come to terms with its past.