The idea is you think you have something to say it means no filters, no arguments, without the holy wisdom of grandparents intimate "bite my tongue and count to ten before responding." From my point of view, every reaction is a victory, because to react, Stan, bring out the best, or worst, is one task of the intellectual, even a poor like me (I take the opportunity in this respect, before Tiscali realizes that they are genuine bluff and I summarily dismissed). In any case, I fear, the idea that if we have an enemy, our responsibility in the game we're playing thins, someone else that if you take it and then we, ordinary man, the silent majority, body anonymous we blithely stand by simply to "judge" who is exposed.
It 'a game that is good to all, citizens frustrated that finally has a space to vent their anger, but also to people of good will who agree or disagree with what is said, however, uses tones and thoughts shared. Who's afraid is like a tennis player: wait for the move of the other to respond, is like a body electric: It translates to the stimulus, visceral reaction. It matters little weather it is supported, justified, gutted. It may, for example responding to an argument by casting doubt on those who propose and then by the collapse in court would be called "the credibility of the witness" can crush a proposal for discussion by resizing the wearer foreword because she was somewhat authoritative or insulting, as if to express an overall opinion can be reason enough, you can also cancel the speaker suspecting dietrologie, plots, Camarillo and quant 'other.
Each reaction is very precise mirror of who we are and especially the thermometer of our fear. Who's afraid is no history, forget it, desperately, select what is convenient and throws away what he dislikes. Forget that we were, and we have a population of migrants is certainly a way to justify their fear of the other. Yet we have colonized whole nations bringing many good and very bad. Yet we dug, mines of central Europe and we are just dead inside when others say of us that we were a cancer to their society. We were Albanians, Moroccans and Romanians even ourselves, and many of us still are. Who's afraid occhiutamente is selective, and never answers the fragment to the whole, prefers to interpret that understanding, because in any case, whatever you write or say has to go inside the funnel of injury, wary of waiting, has to go inside that sieve frightening is the assumption, indeed the certainty, that he who speaks, does so it takes scrubbing.
Who's afraid stops making distinctions considers all anxiously in the same way: Boffo, director of the newspaper Avvenire, we're not talking about the Unit, has no right to have a position on the President of the Consul as equally immoral. As if an editor, also important, also Catholic, and a Prime Minister were, for the destiny of a nation, on the same plane. Would stop being afraid, as regards this particular issue to try to think that a plumber or a gardener suffering from Alzheimer's are, for our safety, less dangerous than a pilot or a surgeon with the same disease. O no?
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