Sad for Italy
It's the first time I've ever cried at an election result: Berlusconi got in again. That makes me sad. Sad for Italy, sad for Italians, just sad. Our ex-pat votes weren't enough this time.
Nothing really ever changes in Italian politics. The right get in, people realise what shits they are and vote for the left. The left get in, politically implode and a crisis ensues. An election is called and the right get in. People realise what shits they are... and the cycle starts again.
The President had a chance at reform before the latest election and did nothing. I lay this round of blame at his door.
Nothing ever changes. The pessimistic Italian side of me says nothing ever will.
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They... we have the political class we deserve: horrible, corrupt, incompetent and crass.
Nothing seems to ever change, and if it does it's at such a slow pace people rarely get the chance to realize there has been progress at all. Until they lose it, that is.
A famous now deceased journalist once said Berlusconi was going to be Italy's medicine against himself: after a 5-year mandate, the people would have gotten rid of him.
That was in the early 90s.
That journalist was a clever man, but he clearly underestimated how inherently weak and dishonest Italians can be.
I must say, I didn't like the opposite side much better. I wouldn't even call that a Left. The Right, this Right winning the election is definitely the worst outcome, but what really really scares me is the terrible lack of options.
And I'm not talking figuratively when I say I'm scared.