Sinister agenda


Has anyone noticed that citizens almost no longer debate issues concerning their condominium, neighborhood, or municipality—things that directly affect them and that they can touch with their own hands—and instead argue almost exclusively about distant crises, such as Israel-Palestine, Russia-Ukraine, USA-Iran—on which they have third-hand information (when they're lucky) and an ability to intervene as effective as the moves in a game of Risk played at Christmas?
If you were about to answer that they do it out of altruism, forget it, it doesn't fly with me. The egotistical baggage and the level of certainty (not to mention the sheer charlatanism) that many channel into their rants leave no room for benevolent interpretations of their attitude.
I have a suspicion. Let me play the conspiracy theorist for a moment. Doesn't it cross your mind that there might be a tacit design, instrumental to politics and implemented with the help of the media, to keep us away from the problems that directly concern us and on which we would have both the power to intervene and the right to make demands, by diverting our attention and our energy to topics that are beyond our reach and on which we have no room for maneuver?
The motto seems to be this: "Go ahead and worry about distant crises, because while you're distracted we'll screw you over nicely right at home." It would be a diabolical plan, yet very, very effective.
But don't worry, obviously I'm raving and my idea is out of the question. Go right on as you've always done. Surely you'll manage to stop the wars on other continents, while back home our rulers take the best and most disinterested care of your needs. You're doing the right thing.

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This post was machine-translated from Italian.

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