Def day between excuses, delays, indispositions. A parade of low ears is staged in Parliament – Corriere.it

Never seen so many ears low in Transatlantic. And whitish faces. And MPs who mumble excuses like drunk Pinocchios.
The order, within the ranks of the majority, : minimize.

They approach the buvette and they blow their mantra: it can happen that we don’t have the numbers necessary to approve this blessed one budget variancebut anyway we’ll revote soon, and good night.

Small talk: such an ugly mess is unacceptable. All the more so you have the prime minister in London, in Downing Street, to meet the British premier for the first time and to reassure – as always happens when Giorgia Meloni goes abroad – the markets, suspicious, and inclined to be hostile to us.

Here, in fact: have any of you talked to Meloni? (furious, she demanded the list of 25 unjustified absentees on Thursday afternoon: 11 from the Lega, nine from FI, five from FdI).

Some become vague and turn around, others enter the Chamber. A deputy from the Brothers of Italy – a look full of perfidy – indicates Luca Ciriani, the Minister for Relations with Parliament, an elegant, calm Friulian who now seems like one of those who have just had a bad quarter of an hour in Sergio Leone’s films. After all: talk to us, with Meloniwhile he asks you why do you think he appointed you minister, if not to check that the parliamentary groups of the majority marched together, and you, however, on the decisive day, were not there (I explained to her that I was in the Senateretained by a group leader…).

An agency reporter has the task of verifying whether yesterday’s absentees have turned up today (note that five trolleys lie in the corridor in front of the post office: it is assumed that they are full of shorts and bikinis, fins, suntan . May 1st bridge already half jumped and many parliamentarians – even from the minority – mumble because being forced to work even on Fridays, with such a jaguar sun out there, really hurts). However: confirmed that the force Luca Squeri it wasn’t there because in Reggio Calabria he had to deliver a commendation to an old president of the petrol stations association (it seemed like fake news) and that his party colleague, Francesco Maria Rubanowas barricaded in the bathroom (A sudden colic, terrible pains: unverifiable, you have to trust). Umbertone Bossi had sent the medical certificate. Undersecretary of Education, Rossano Sasso, continues to swear: I could not vote for thirty seconds. Voice from just now: it seems that even the Northern League is about to arrive Antonio Angelucciwhich is usually sighted with the frequency of a Honduran Amazilia (present at one vote per hundred: in the genre, a champion).

Certainties: group leaders accused of failing to control the troops (in the good old days of FI, the Knight had entrusted the command of the infantry to the formidable Denis Verdini: white mane and solid gold watch as the cufflinks of his shirt, Briatore-type velvet shoes and cavernous voice like a roar, once he held all deputies in the Chamber for two hours, preventing anyone from even going to the bathroom). Instead of Verdini now there is Paolo Barelli. Richard Molinari of the League, slightly – let’s say so – tense (Our absences tripped up Giorgetti? But do you think? One of our ministers, we will always support him. Rather, look: if we want to be strict with ourselves, it was organizational sloppiness. Brother group leader Tommaso Foti, on the other hand, is angry: only five of his people were missing (including three hospitalized).

Foti turns 63 today. And it’s clear that he’s a bit annoyed kneeling over chickpeas. The boss, however, gave him precise orders. Thus, in the explanations of vote, in the Chamber, he takes the floor and says: We apologize to the Italians…. Then, of him, he adds: … and to the Prime Minister. It looks round: you screwed up, apologize. End. And instead Foti does not hold: and he begins to accuse the opposition. Those who come to us to give lessons on institutions, coincidentally just yesterday chose the Aventine in the Justice Commission only because the Undersecretary Delmastro fully functional! (To explain who and what Delmastro is suspected of, a whole page would be needed: but if you search on Google, it will solve).

An exchange of insults follows (in the meantime, the green Angelo Bonelli has also passed out). From the benches of the majority: Out! Out!. Those of the Democratic Party are starting to leave. Everyone. But one: Nico Stumpo. A tough Calabrian who, threatening, points straight towards the benches of the majority dressed like an old communist, jeans and a half-worn blue jacket, is supposedly disgusting in the eyes of the secretary Elly Schlein, who Vogue (preferred magazine of the working class), in an exclusive interview, she has just confessed to relying (300 euros each session) on an expert in armocromia, the art of matching clothes to the complexion.

The clerks then blocked Stumpo.
Schlein glossed over her deputy’s jacket.
The budget variance, after half an hour, was approved.