Let’s open our eyes: Italy is in the hands of the owners of the beach kiosks

But which banks (which indeed, as we have seen in recent days, are rather weak). What multinationals. What Big of Tech. Which Bilderberg Group, which Freemasons. The real strong powers, at least here in Italy, are the seaside resorts. Untouchable lobby, as invincible as if not more than the taxi drivers, the seaside resorts control the government – and consequently the fate of the country – by exercising a hidden power that is now increasingly evident. These great beach handlers had already come to light in the summer of Papeete, with Salvini bare-chested and orderly mojito in hand: almost a uniform, a sign of command (once power was identified with the leader’s boot or military, then with the lace-up shoe of high finance, now instead it is evident that the powers that be wear flip-flops on their feet and have sand stuck to their heels). Now this power group is also exerting its pressure on the Meloni government, which does not intend to ban the seaside concessions by being rejected by the Council of State, recalled by Mattarella and soon sanctioned by the EU. What greater evidence than this of the power that the seaside resorts exercise over the executive?

We can say that Meloni is “a seaside government”, but with a very different meaning from the one this term had during the First Republic. The relationship between the two forces is not equal, it is clear that the executive takes orders from the beach bars and not vice versa: if there was a state-bathing negotiation, the latter won, otherwise the government allegedly proposed a fair exchange, namely “we leave you the expropriation of the Italian coast, but you scour the coast with your pattìni and have the migrants rescued by your lifeguards”. Not at all. We citizens, naive, thought that those people in Bermuda shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts who extort millions from us every summer in pizzas, ice lollies and parking in the sun, simply managed deck chairs and sunbeds; and instead they also maneuver the seats in Rai and in state subsidiaries. They decide government appointments and place people in positions of command, not just under an umbrella. Result: a shoreline ruling class, attached to power and privileges like mussels to a rock.

All that remains is to ask how long the town has been in the hands of beach kiosk managers. Italian history, reread from a seaside perspective, takes on another meaning – and suddenly everything even makes sense. The reforms were not made to better protect holidays and vacations, especially in August. The notorious deviant secret services were actually seasonal workers who, when the factories closed – between November and February, to be clear – gave themselves over to misdirections and the strategy of tension as a second job. The policy of amnesties, which has always been so long-lasting and transversal, is made on purpose to remedy building abuses on the coast. With the anti-Covid vaccine they injected us with a microchip with which the seaside resorts control and command us under the skin, making sure that in the end, between the sea and the mountains, we always choose the former. Global warming is a conspiracy to sell us fifty sunscreens. The economy is crushing us so that, if we stay in our underwear, we can still present ourselves right on the beach. It all comes back. After all, the real Italian deep state has always been second homes by the sea.