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... in a country where, when he speaks with someone, especially in politics, is now categorized according to their political party, and not by the content of his words, we propose to speak to the mouths of the past . You know, when someone dies is rampant hypocrisy of those who see politics only as a race in which grab the most votes possible. That is where we inaugurate this column will only talk to dead people, and as such will not be insulted in advance. The political discourse is no more, then politics is dead. In this country there is only a competition to see who has more "charm" in the election campaign, but not because we are not able to choose, but only because we have forgotten the criteria for doing so.
start with a lesson in politics by one of the symbols of anti ...
"I hate the cold. I believe that life should mean to be partisan. Who really lives can not be a citizen and partisan. The indifference is apathy, is parasitism, it is cowardice, not life. Because I hate the cold.
Indifference is the dead weight of history. Indifference operates powerfully in the story. Opera passively, but it works. It's inevitable, is that on which we can not count, is what upsets the programs, which reverses the best built planes, is the brute matter strangling intelligence. What happens, the evil that befalls everyone, is because the mass of men abdicating to his will, leaving only enact laws which will repeal the revolt, leaving the men who come to power only then will a mutiny to overthrow.
absenteeism and indifference among a few hands, not supervised by any control, they weave the fabric of community life, and ignores the mass, why does not care, and then seems to be the fate to overwhelm everything and everyone, it seems that history is nothing but an enormous natural phenomenon, an eruption, which are victims of an earthquake everyone who wanted and who did not want, those who knew and who knew, who had been active and indifferent people. Some whine piteously, others swearing obscenely, but none or very few people wonder: If I had done my duty if I tried to assert my will, would have happened what happened? hate the indifferent even to this: Why bother me with their eternal whining innocent. I ask each of their account of how he played the role that life has placed and places every day of what he has done and especially what did not. And I feel I can be relentless, not having to waste my pity, not having to do with their my tears.
am partisan, I live, I feel in the consciousness of my hand already beating the activity of the future city that my part is building. And it does not weigh up the social chain short, everything that happens in it is not due to chance, the fatality, but it's intelligent work of citizens. There is no one who is in it to the window and watch as the few sacrifice themselves, he fainted. Vivo, are partisan. So do not hate those sides, I hate the cold. "
Antonio Gramsci, 11 February 1917
/ * /" They never give up, neither will we. " / * / 
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