Dear
resume writing after a long long time. A long pause for reflection, study, hard work.
I start writing because I'm tired of this chaotic and unprepared for the ruling class, tired of these screamers television and quest'incapacità rampant at all levels.
I start writing now because I'm skeptical about everything, I no longer trust anything or anyone, except a few friends and the few who still believe that something can be done. I start to write because it's amazing how in this country do not count no more research. You studied, you're studying, you're searching for years for certain subjects, well do not care to anyone! Certainly not to private citizens, almost all imbesuiti in front of the television mediocrity, not to administrators or politicians, too, taken by their delusions of power and their quarrels. Sucks.
I'm going to write because I'm tired of hanging there looking to try and see if anything changes. No changes nothing.
Why today? Why now finally a committee formed by three unknown read, after five months!, Read the verdict of a competition - possible that it takes five months to judge a project? imagine if at the university, other place that does not shine for efficiency, a boy delivering a job today and take a vote of five months, do not kick up a fuss? - For the redevelopment of the square where I live. A square on which I wrote newspaper articles, which conducts research in 2007, on which we had to do university work, a square, then, that not later than a few years ago, Mr. Mayor promised solemnly that he would done in four to publish this research. Nothing recent. Last? Are you kidding? No, no ... past. Virtually zero points as knowledge of the place. No, you can not ... Yes, yes. I do not know whether to laugh or cry. He won an innovative project? A project that revolutionizes a country, or who knows him from her womb? No, he won a mediocre design and ingegneresco, which touches almost nothing and leaves everything as it is, touches the old monument, does not touch the old fountain, do not touch the trees, even under the old and battered, not even touching anything the churchyard, if you can call it, the present church is wrong and the names of the ancient church - of which nobody knows except for the existence My antemprima some article of the book that never see the light -. How is that possible? How is it possible that three jurors who have spent five months to judge a project did not take account of all this?
So what? We must believe in more contests? We no longer have to study? We no longer do research? Or do we finally rise up and take what belongs to us, finally sent home, once and for all, this ruling class, those incapable politicians who sit on city councils for a handful of votes, and hope that you can finally rebuild an Italy fairer, more meritocratic, less favoleggiante, more honest, more rigorous, less and less intrallazzona double agent, clearer! An Italy where if a ruling class convinces a boy, his son, led him to study and then, when man is now at the highest level of education, it does not good to keep it in a corner, but I do use it and then and then listen ...
Time to change we must return to Italy that used to be researchers, intellectuals, thinkers, that Italy's great that they grew and developed in all the arts and crafts and Italy at this mediocre. We must fight ends soon because this dark time of the puppets of the party, officials from the mediocre and sad gray jacket, and restart the time of research, development of listening, why not ...
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