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lunedì, febbraio 14, 2005
Comunque vada sarà un disastro. E' pazzesco. Ecco cosa scrive oggi il NYT dopo aver agitato per settimane lo spauracchio dello strapotere sciita, della sharia, dell'Iran:
The razor-thin margin apparently captured by the Shiite alliance here in election results announced Sunday seems almost certain to enshrine a weak government that will be unable to push through sweeping changes, like granting Islam a central role in the new Iraqi state. The verdict handed down by Iraqi voters in the Jan. 30 election appeared to be a divided one, with the Shiite political alliance, backed by the clerical leadership in Najaf, opposed in nearly equal measure by an array of mostly secular minority parties. According to Iraqi leaders here, the fractured mandate almost certainly heralds a long round of negotiating, in which the Shiite alliance will have to strike deals with parties run by the Kurds and others, most of which are secular and broadly opposed to an enhanced role for Islam or an overbearing Shiite government. Quindi, se capiamo bene: fino all'altro ieri - secondo gli espertoni - l'Iraq era sul punto di convertirsi in una repubblica islamica; adesso che gli iracheni hanno eletto un'assemblea equilibrata e rappresentativa, questo diventa improvvisamente un fattore di debolezza. La più grande deriva mediatica di tutti i tempi continua. Il solito Belmont Club analizza da par suo con altri esempi questo curioso fenomeno di dissociazione dalla realtà: Once upon a time the simultaneous accusations of too much preparation and too little; not enough bribery and too much; a surfeit of strength and a want of it could be made without much trouble. If being on the Left meant never having to say you're sorry; not being on the Left meant being guilty without effort. You could be a Filipino cook jumping from a 110 storey building and still be a "Little Eichmann". The miracles of the saints were as nothing to the transubstantiations of the Left. But the trouble came with memory. The Internet. And with remembrance the dim recollection of betrayal. Oh, yes... |
A Fabio.
A Luisa.   
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