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For Gaza. Of course, everyone, without ifs and buts. By that I mean that all of us citizens of the so-called democratic and civilized West cannot but be in favor of the Palestinian polation. Exhausted by war, hunger, thirst, lack […]

It often happens that an inherently American fact also becomes a major topic of Italian public debate. We are talking about the murder of the young conservative influencer Charlie Kirk. A murder that we can ascribe to political hatred. The

The Solitude of Number Ones. It is a nice journalistic title (I make it my own) although the inspiration comes from The Solitude of Prime Numbers, a novel by Paolo Giordano. Songs and novels always inspire my editorials, my reflections.

Now everyone is running for cover. The victims, the authorities, the privacy guarantors, the correct intellectuals and the well-meaning. Only a few subscribers to so-called sexist sites downplayed it by saying it was a goliardic thing and that basically “it

There is an important cultural and political event in Italy right after Ferragosto, around the 20th as the starting date, when many Italians are still bathing their limbs in the beautiful sea of the peninsula. This is the Rimini Meeting,

I want to go to heaven. This could be the extreme phase of what everyone calls Trump’s supernarcissism. The ultimate aspiration, giving that term, Paradise, not only a spiritual connotation, but also the metaphorical sense of one who looks up,

Three dead and nine wounded. That was the dramatic toll of the shooting that took place Sunday night in a Brooklyn nightclub. One person found dead there, two others died in the hospital, the victims are 19, 27 and 35

Pippo Baudo, the king of Italian TV (of yesteryear) the king of Rai (of yesteryear) the king of entertnmeint still untainted and then devoured by reality TV, the man who invented Conduction and we will dwell on that at length,

Ferragosto of fire. Or rather, of ice. Who would ever think of going to Alaska on the day when we Italians celebrate the sacred and culmination of secular (supposedly) Solleon-like fun? The two gentlemen who will pass (if all is