In recent weeks, Beppe Grillo has been making a name for himself in the name of his status as the guarantor of the Five Star Movement: clearly the former guru has a lot of time to waste in keeping up with these things, since when it really mattered he savored the words and the grillini stood in front of the house door waiting to receive an audience. He has decided to mark his territory, convinced that this territory belongs to him as the feudal lord of a symbol that, however, it is not clear to whom it belongs (perhaps more than anyone else, good old Lorenzo Borrè, the lawyer who showed green mice to the various five-star administrations with appeals and various stamped papers).
Beppe Grillo and Giuseppe Conte, we said. Grillo is like the former Olympic star who watches the competitions from the sofa wearing the tracksuit of his time; sometimes he gets up to stretch a little, imagining that sooner or later it will be his turn to return to the platform. But no, that’s not going to happen: the old stars can train or comment. Or throw a little tantrum. Beppe decided to comment by throwing a tantrum. He could have trained, but he was never Velasco, but rather a Cronos who saves his less dangerous children, as demonstrated by the letter signed by the former parliamentarians, cardboard crusaders of a Holy Grail now abundantly desecrated.
Grillo (and all the exes looking for a script) have no credibility when they talk about the original spirit and all those things that have now been surpassed by a Movement totally within the category of experienced political forces. The M5S became what it is today under the leadership of Beppe himself, who when the first Conte government fell, worked hard to make an agreement first with the Democratic Party and then with Draghi, silencing – even with bossy attitudes (in addition to what defies Conte…) – those who opposed it.
Giuseppe Conte – whom I have never spared fierce criticism – acts only as the leader of this Movement and he does so every day in the Palace and outside it: before he did so as Prime Minister to whom everyone turned complainingly to ask for favors, now he does so as the leader of a gang that is more in crisis of electorate than of identity.
Is the leadership eroding? Of course it is, but who can replace Conte? Grillo or one of the eleven ex-boyfriends? We’re not kidding, let’s go. Patuanelli? Yes, but he could only remain in the Conte tradition. Raggi? It might be a suggestion, but wars can also be won if you’re able to think tactically. You can’t be alone. To really mess things up, just look at that container that Dibba is making grow, with clear and clear words. A bit like Cinquestelle’s before. (Always assuming that the game can be repeated)…
Source: IL Tempo
Emma Fitzgerald is an accomplished political journalist and author at The Nation View. With a background in political science and international relations, she has a deep understanding of the political landscape and the forces that shape it.
