Under forced vacuum

"Men are so simple and so obedient to the needs of the present, that the one who preys them will always find those who let themselves be fooled".
Nanni Moretti, Il caimano Nicolò Machiavelli, The Prince

This post is a little off topic, as it is meant for those of my readers that are going to share with me the long winter which is already knocking at the door of my country. I would call it an inside joke... but unfortunately it is no joke at all. I will write in English none the less, but the topic is a very italian one. As it became suddenly clear yesterday evening my people eventually again got the government they deserve. The "ox people" (sorry, I don't know of a proper translation for "popolo bue") decided that in charge of the economy shall be a thief, in charge of the law shall be a criminal, in charge of the honour shall be a clown... and since we are (were?) a democracy, the will of the people is holy, so be it.

Personally the perspective of having comedy and drama all in one TV program (we used to call them News, back when we were free) is a very little consolation in front of all the grim and creepy anticipation on the economy, the foreign relations, the social justice and whatever else you can think of a country that could fuck up. And it will, I know because we have seen it all already, then the people will return crying to politicians more wise and guess what? They won't like the cure, so they will revert to the crappy governors once more... morons, morons ho deserve to chose their leaders but morons none the less.
So I am packing, well not literally, not yet, but mentally I prepare my nuke-bunker where I will try to survive this political holocaust. There is a tune that came to my mind this evening while I was in the shower. You can enjoy the original here while below I try to translate it in a way that saves both metrics and message.

Under forced vacuum I will envelope this moment when I'm feeling...light-headed
Leaving solid nerves and a smile without my teeth for when it matters... for real.
Sure that I can use it in the future I adorn it with the best of.. my patience
I wanna put away another pair and to be certain not to run ever... without them.

We will need we will really need them all, when the god of all the fools
will want to force on me his worship and his rules.
We will need we will really need them all, when I'll have in front of me
just one cry and just one banner, one belief and just one king.

I have to remember just a pinch of salty wisdom and a gesture... of joy,
close with care the bags and put a mark on when I feel more... alive.
Not just for the pleasure of collecting like some photos every moment... I'm happy,
day will come the day when I will feel washed away without my breath nor... my voice.

We will need we will really need them all, when the god of all the fools
will want to force on me his worship and his rules.
We will need we will really need them all, when the enemy will have in his shotgun just one more round and in his aim...
What a surprise! Facing the hatred, to find some laughter, to feel so happy
What a surprise! Facing the hatred, to find me naked, so happy and playful

I really wanna keep with me the moment when the breathing of the things from crowd and chaos resurfaces to life,
not for pleasure of collecting moments but for when I'll have to throw it up without a hold

We will need we will really need them all, when the god of all the fools
will want to force on me his worship and his rules.
We will need we will really need them all, when the enemy will have in his shotgun just one more round and in his aim...
What a surprise! Facing the hatred, to find some laughter, to feel so happy
What a surprise! Facing the hatred, to find me naked, so happy and playful
We will need we will really need them all, when the god of all the fools
will want to force on me his worship and his rules.
We will need we will really need them all, when the enemy will have in his shotgun just one more round and in his aim no one but me.
...in his aim no one but me.
...in his aim no one but me.
...in his aim no one but me.
...in his aim no one but me :(

Porto Flamingo, Sotto Vuoto Spinto

Ok, now I have to get some sleep before tomorrow because among other things I have fucked up pretty bad as a scrutiny officer as well so tomorrow morning I'll have to enjoy a little trip to the electoral district some 100 Km away to give some explanations (I did nothing anti-democratic, just inverted the worthless contents of two worthless envelopes... bureaucracy but yet...).

'Night folks, and remember:

Virtue against furor
will take arms; and short fight it will make,
since the ancient valour
in the italic hearts yet is not dead.

Machiavelli, again.