Schlein’s bludgeon against the “leaders” Pd. And on the faces of the old raspers a look of cera-Corriere.it

caciques, club bosscapicorrente, also called bosses, barons, godparents, ras.
“We don’t want to see them anymore!” — the jugular of Elly under the white shirt and behind the microphone, a ferocious and unexpected attack on the leaders of the party unleashed after less than twenty minutes of speech: with the audience swaying first in disbelief and then suddenly excited, the delegates leaping to their feet, cheers which almost cover the liberating, unbridled applause, women and men who send kisses to the new secretary of the Democratic Party, now with a more than pleased, defiant smile (therefore, a half grin).
bedlam.
Take notes.
Observe well.
They provoke one (but with a faint voice, cowards).
«Hey, Andrea: Elly was talking about you too».

Andrew Orlando he doesn’t turn around, pretends not to hear or really doesn’t hear, his gaze fixed on the stage, on the candidate that he, after an initial uncertainty, even sponsored forcefully in the primaries.
Orlando, a little while ago, entered the gigantic metaphysical entrance hall of the “La Nuvola” convention center, here in Eur, like one of the most powerful sultans of the Nazarene: pushed by photographers into a tangle of cables and television cameras and paid homage by reporters, one walking backwards she almost stumbles, another – unleashing a killer smile – begs at least half a statement. For Elly Schlein, who arrived five minutes later, even less pathos, less curtsies: the conditioned reflex of someone who is by now accustomed to the usual Gattopardesque dynamics of a party that has already changed eleven secretaries in 15 years, almost always hoping that everything would remain — perfectly equal.

And instead: here is Elly’s sudden political bludgeon on the heads of the historical leaders. Including those who have lined up alongside him. The agencies call Goffredo Bettini. Nicola Zingaretti he is seated at the top, on the left, near the stairs: a sphinx (and yet he had fallen for the rhetorical trap, when she, with sweetish preambles, had even thanked him for the work he had done as secretary – yes, of course, imagine – and he he had greeted her from a distance). Stone, Dario Franceschini; his troops observe feeling still strong: boss, what are the orders? Joseph Provenzanouncertain of being considered anything like a boss himself, applauds enthusiastically.

Worse, of course, feel the current leaders who have pulled the sprint to the loser Stefano Bonaccini (composed, full of dignity: old communist school). Peter Fassino – they tell – a look of white wax. Matthew Orfini he understands that perhaps it really doesn’t make sense to lead a current – the so-called Young Turks – reduced (perhaps) to a single exponent, Senator Francesco Verducci; state of mind imaginable like that of Peppe er Pantera/Vittorio Gassman in the film the Audace colpo dei soliti ignoti: «I only have those four cuckolds left…». Piero De Luca sends a whatsapp to his father, the fearsome one Vincent DeLucaalready wonderful dem viceroy for Campania. Lorenzo Guerini (spiritual guide of Base Riformista, sleepy Renzians and moderate Catholics) in the face of such precise and tough attacks, and a greyish horizon, it is possible to reason on the urgency of really organizing a «correntone», which keeps all the internal opposition inside.

Also because: to Stefano Bonaccini, appointed president of the party (after long, painful, rough negotiations) Elly arranges two trusted deputies next to him. Two authentic pit bulls: Loredana Capone and Chiara Gribaudo. Gribaudo is somewhat the symbol of the new power. You are in your third legislature. But she’s always been a little sideways so far. This time she smells the opportunity of her life. In Florence, at the anti-fascist procession, she stood next to Schlein with the air of saying: oh, beautiful, I’m a great friend of hers. Which by the way is also true, here in Rome they share an apartment, like Del Mastro and Donzelli: although these seem much smarter than the pair of Brothers of Italy (okay, sure: it doesn’t take much). In any case, Gribaudo, to be honest, had made another film: she was aiming for the role of group leader in the Chamber (but maybe they will run her for the presidency of Piedmont).

Everyone is aiming for something gluttonous. The aspirants to power are easily recognized by two clues. First: they pronounce the magic word «Elly» in a lascivious-confidential-adoring tone. Second: they have eyes that shine, and they say: then we’ll see when and how, but – from now on – we’ll be in charge.
Michael FinaMeanwhile, he has already been appointed treasurer (Schlein’s homage to his predecessor, Walter Verini, is very nice). Indications for those who want to have access to the newly inaugurated temple: keep an eye out Clare Braga (expert and authoritative: she can cover multiple roles), Michela DeBiase (check Rome) e Marco Furfarothe pair of former Article 1 Arturo Scotto&Nico Stumpo (Stumpo is a formidable one-man organization) e Marco Saracino (Campania garrison), then Camilla Laureti (European Parliament), Emiliano Fossi (presidium Florence) e Stephanie Bonaldi (Lombardy); desalted sardines: Jasmine Cristallo and Mattia Santori (the genius who wanted to build a stadium for frisbee in Bologna). Pious soul: «You wrote that Boccia, perhaps, will be the group leader in the Senate?».

Notes taken on the Moleskine during an assembly full of situationism and cheerfulness, windows wide open, fresh air, light, optimism (apart from – of course – the old mattresses banged on the windowsills).