Former Italian PM Silvio Berlusconi died yesterday morning at the age of 86 after suffering from pneumonia caused by a form of leukemia. A lot can be said about him. Someone shared with me a video summarising Berlusconi's political career in the context of geopolitics. Here's the translated transcript.
Sentir dire qualche verità in questo regime orwelliano era una piccola seppur labile consolazione. Adesso non avremo più neanche quella: restano solo marionette, burattini e comparse.
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Silvio Berlusconi: the last man who, every now and then, could afford to tell the truth.
Talking about Silvio Berlusconi is like talking about over 50 years of the country's history. It cannot be done in a two-hour broadcast, let alone in a video of a few seconds! In the last few days you will hear and read a lot: those who will list his trials, those who will turn the spotlight back on the origins of his capital, those who will talk about junk TV, those who will talk about the successes of A.C. Milan, those who will talk about ad personam laws...
I want to give a different interpretation.
I want to tell you about a time when in Italy politicians took bribes, but we were the seventh economic power in the world, while today corruption has certainly not disappeared: it has only changed into the more refined one of revolving doors, while the trivial one of suitcases full of money has moved to Brussels.
I want to tell you about a time when NATO and Atlanticism did not dictate the political agenda so brazenly and Italy still had fragments of backbone to try to claim a residue of sovereignty, as Bettino Craxi - a great friend of Berlusconi's - did in October 1985, when there was a near firefight at Sigonella between the Italian and American military, who wanted to take away the Achille Lauro terrorists.
I want to tell you about the agreement between Sarkozy's France, Merkel's Germany and Mario Draghi's ECB, to bring down the last government that legitimately expressed the will of the Italians, that of Silvio Berlusconi, over which the great globalist consortiums were unable to exercise the necessary control, before long, long years of foreign overlordship took hold, those technical governments on a mission on behalf of supranational powers.
I want to tell you about the only politician who told the truth about the financial terrorism that the press had unleashed since 2011, again Silvio Berlusconi, explaining on television and in press conferences that no spread in the world would be a problem for a country of our economic size.
And I want to tell you about that policy that received with all honours the leader of an African country capable of guaranteeing our country energy independence, Muammar Gaddafi, who was also invited to explain that Libya, under his government, was functioning well and also had an evolved degree of democratic representation. A leader, Muammar Gaddafi, who also to avoid these agreements with Italy was slaughtered a few years later by a joint venture of warmongers, above all Hillary Clinton and Nicolas Sarkozy.
I also want to tell you, to come to more recent times, about the only politician of a certain level capable of singing a different song than the war in Ukraine and explaining what no other leader, in Italy, has the courage to say about Zelensky.
I therefore want to recall, of Berlusconi, the figure of a man of power detached from the planetary and dominant lodges that shape and express the single thought, capable of claiming his own autonomy of thought, a man powerful enough to be able to express himself without fear of retaliation, with a historical memory still strong and clear on the role of Italy as a protagonist of the international scene and not as an extra within a script written by others.
So I do not know which Berlusconi you prefer to remember today, whether the one of the
olgettine, the one of Vittorio Mangano, the one of Drive In and Mike Bongiorno, the one of the Bulgarian Edict, the one of jokes or the one who cleaned up the chair where Travaglio had sat in a Santoro programme, before sitting down in turn, with a coupe de théâtre worthy of Totò. Or maybe the one who had created thousands and thousands of jobs with his television stations.
What I do know is that along with him, a whole generation of politicians of the old guard has died today, who did not give a damn about political correctness and from whom deep truths occasionally came out that greatly embarrassed the monopoly regime of the press and all the servants and lackeys of the new world order.
Here, among the great protagonists of today's political scene, among the leaders, frankly I do not see anyone who can cherish that same memory of a sovereign Italy - or at least more sovereign than today - and from whom to hope for some form of contrast with respect to the ongoing transfer of rights, collective interests and governance processes - i.e. power - to the Above. A High that is outside Italy and probably also outside the European Union.
I see no one. Only marionettes, puppets and appearances.
Not that Berlusconi could have changed anything, mind you. And after all, in the last few years, everything has happened anyway, everything has been accomplished anyway... But every now and then, to hear some truth in this Orwellian regime dominated by the Ministry of Truth, was a small, albeit faint consolation.
Now we will no longer have even that.