The return of the Conte di piazza (which arrives after the sit-in is over). “Now the Democratic Party must clarify” – Corriere.it

Giorgia Meloni, important news (which would then be two: because, at least for one day, her Brothers in Italy – bosses, bosses and brothers-in-law – have decided to sit quietly for a while, and not talk too much).

However: the news, for the premier, that oppositions oppose other oppositions. In short, it seems that they are organizing for let her rule for a long time.

Amazing afternoon (or tragic, or comical: it depends on your point of view).

Here is the breaking news.

Imagine it as a long sequence shot that begins in the Piazzale del Campidoglio. Where, at 17, Joseph Conte
big boss at 5 Stars, called a demonstration to protest cAgainst the project of the mayor Roberto Gualtieri, who wants to build a waste-to-energy plant with 600,000 tons of waste per year. The former people’s advocate has already used this story to bring down the Draghi government: in the absence of anything better (they have fried and breaded his basic income, he risks doing tandem with the League on the war in Ukraine), he dusted off and, with the support of the Fratoianni/Bonelli couple, presented two precise agendas to Montecitorio, inserted into the discussion on the Pnrr.

Clear target: the Pd. Curb the consensus that is starting to recover in some environmentalist left: and, above all, put Elly Schlein in difficulty. That, before taking over the leadership of the party, he was a well-known green militant. The matter, in fact, is very thorny for Schlein: he understood well, a little while ago, at the press conference (that curious situation in which journalists ask the politician of the moment questions), a media exercise not foreseen in the new dem liturgy. In the end, Schlein made – more or less – guess this: Gualtieri of the Democratic Party, and I certainly cannot distrust him by rejecting the idea of ​​the incinerator; the decision had already been made, and I am forced to accept it.

Now let’s wait for Conte under the equestrian statue of Marcus Aurelius. It doesn’t come for Conte. A young reporter: Strange. Now I’m calling Rocco Casalino. A television newscast turns around, one of those who heroically beat the cobblestones in front of Montecitorio, day and night: You waste your time, boy. Casalino no longer counts for anything. Conte took him out. He calls Ricciuti. Meanwhile, a traffic policeman arrives. They moved you downstairs to via dei Fori Imperiali. The City has not authorized the demonstration. There are inspectors around who have to evaluate Rome’s candidacy for Expo 2030, you would be a bad show: let me be clear, I am referring only to the words I heard from the mayor’s office (elegant, nothing to say).

We go down: in any case a sit-in, not a demonstration. Take into account: a banner from Lega Ambiente, delegations from Italia Nostra and CGIL, plus a dozen mayors with the tricolor band (the incinerator should be located in Santa Palomba, under the Castelli Romani), a madman disguised as a character from Japanese manga and three fake centurions, that is, three thugs who extort tourists convinced they are taking a picture with an ancient Roman (they too, however). Bonelli and Fratoianni emerge (Alliance of Greens and the Left). Let’s not split the opposition: I think it is legitimate to have a different idea from the Democratic Party, says Fratoianni. Then he asks: Conte is not there?.

No. Virginia Raggi introduces herself. That that visionary father from Casaleggio decided to make mayor on a whim. I pick one at random, and have it elected. He succeeded: five years straight, the city infected, wild boars in herds in the alleys of Trastevere, pelicans as big as eagles at dinner on the bins. She, wonderful chutzpah. Schlein? We expected a change of pace. The common road with the Democratic Party? It seems impossible to me. Sharp. And not surprisingly: the project, with that other champion of Dibba (Alessandro Di Battista, ed), to take action as soon as Conte loses the first election.

Among other things: but where is Conte?

Maybe still in the House. Maybe it comes. Maybe not. Those of Lega Ambiente rewind the banner. Excuse me, the 360 ​​stop?. Conte appears, at sunset, in the bedlam of Piazza Venezia: less dressed up than usual, without a pocket square and without a tie. But with the usual velvet grimace. A lady from Frascati: A bbello, are you present at this hour?. La Raggi goes towards him smiling (watch out, lawyer). He says: The Democratic Party has a lot of friendly, and saddened, press: for the Democratic Party that needs to clarify. We fight our battles. Nothing else.

But he’s in the middle, there’s the bunch of cameramen and photographers. A taxi driver honks his horn. Then he rolls down the window: To refugees!.