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That void in Paris

by Massimo Zucchetti* - Open-Publishing - Monday 12 January 2015

Monday, January 12, 2015

Leading the parade in Paris were all heads of state and government, "from This, to talaltro, to Quellaltro, to Quellaltrancora. Netagnau, the Merchel arm to Renzie.

"All together, the 50 heads of state, to say no to terrorism, in the name of freedom and universal brotherhood"

Et voila. Likewise, I made the obligatory copiaincolla the Vulgate general, as a good whore journalistic-intellectual as I should be.

"A strong response, in the name of democracy, against fundamentalism." End of article. Ah no, I apologize: #jesuischarlie. Here, now hustler is complete and I can go to checkout.

Unfortunately, I do not take salaries and do not follow directives.

Thus, the public is also a top view of the same photograph, which I do not think we will see elsewhere.

Enlarging the photograph, you see the 50 heads of state all lined up in the front row to get the collective Selfie for the media, what precisely will see tomorrow, with all the comments Good and Righteous by the Great Columnists all Major Newspapers.

Behind the heads of state, NO. That is, a small group of people, probably poor bodyguard and plainclothes agents who were working. Then, the VOID.

People who showed, indeed, was kept at a distance of several hundred meters. Our Representatives, among which the right to the beholder Matteo Renzi, caught one of his typical expression of great intelligence, they did a little ’meters, all strictly in the front row, in the total vacuum, and then all at home. Or at the airport. Or dinner.

In that void, behind them, there were:

 Raif Badawi. A Saudi activist sentenced to jail for ten years because they think differently. Every Friday, every Friday cursed God or Allah puts in the ground, Raif Badawi has been and will be lashed 50 times in the public square in Jeddah. Prepared by the government of Saudi Arabia with which we, through Our Representatives and those deployed today, we maintain Kind Diplomatic Relations. None of them said a single word about Raif Badawi and the thousands of political prisoners detained or tortured in the "Western" countries, such as Saudi Arabia.

 Two thousand people nameless murdered, on the same days of the twelve of Charlie Hebdo, in Nigeria, by other "Islamic fundamentalists". Obviously, these "niggers", their Islamic well, then, and who have made the mistake of not dying killed in Paris. Killed one by one blows gunshot or with machetes, old men, women and children chased in the streets and in the forest, finished after being horribly mutilated. But in the distant city of Baqa, in northeastern Nigeria. The budget, however, is not accurate, because dozens of corpses remain abandoned in the streets and no one has the courage or the strength to bury them. Then, residents of the devastated city fled aboard small boats facing the waters of Lake Chad, reached islets before the boats sank and days are deprived of any means of subsistence. They are dying of hunger and exhaustion. The day before yesterday and today, then, girls unwitting suicide bombers have blown up in the same places, with dozens of deaths. Okay, but there’s a video on youtube, mica and then you know if they are dead all right, maybe just 1900. Transit.

 Two journalists kidnapped in September, killed in Libya always on the same days of Charlie Hebdo. But are Tunisians, though. So, I would say, we do not care much, neither us nor the protesters Parisians. Obvious.

Sorry to be so unattractive, and shortly Kingdom In Fight with rulers who made today their event-Selfie. But I’m also, along with the few examples above, and many others, in the void behind them. I felt it, as soon as I heard about the horrible massacre of the twelve in Paris, it would end well. Perhaps for that, instinctively, I said that #iononsonocharlie. Knowing their irreverence, beyond certain cartoons they did and how they thought about many things, that I did not agree, I think that they, too, those of Charlie Hebdo, would agree with me, would send a raspberry sound to those in the front row and would placed - they too - in a vacuum.

* From his blog on ilmanifesto.it

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