I still prefer Carlo Giovanardi to Vannacci

I still prefer Giovanardi. I may be a man of letters, a decadent, a dandy, but I prefer bearing witness to activism, which today exploits the kairos, the wave. And winning is vulgar. I have many friends in Futuro Nazionale and all of them certainly believe in the cause, first and foremost Lorenzo Gasperini, the programme director who, the other day, in his speech to the Constituent Assembly, secretly quoted me. I share their patriotism and envy their enthusiasm, but I’m quite happy not to have to applaud the champagne-drinking Laura Ravetto. I continue to applaud the Lambrusco-drinker Carlo Giovanardi, who has no career to pursue (he’s already made his mark) and who phoned me on his way back from Bolzano, where he’d gone to protest because the flag of Sodom is flying over the provincial government building rather than that of Italy. The national media have said nothing about this affront to the 650,000 Italians who died for Trento and Trieste. And what of the Alpini, and the prefect? Not a chance – only my hero, the old lion from Modena, took any action. I ask him: why don’t you go with Vannacci? Never! They’re divided over Putin and I don’t know what to say; I’m unaware of the details, I detest politics and I detest foreign affairs, so I detest foreign policy twice over: it’s no coincidence that I’m a man of letters, a decadent, a dandy… I still prefer Giovanardi.