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Wonderland

Friday, March 8, 2019
32 minutes

Hey guys,

tonight I would take you to the Wonderland, even if my name is not Alice and there are no rabbits around. I’ll guide you inside this hidden magic country, you just need to squeeze a bit through some alpine valleys, head steadily south and, in the middle of the neverending winter fog, you’ll discover a land where the sun sets to the east and rises from the west. Welcome here, we are eager to meet you, the same way a pack of wolves wait for their next lunch.

 

Here in the Wonderland we often change government, 65 of them in the last 62 years, because we easily get bored to see the same ugly faces onscreen and hear the same jumble of bullshit. They often talk about economy, but we don’t give a shit about it, as we are too busy finding new ways to evade taxes, while they are well occupied to create new and unfair levies that can protect their own interests. In short, we should happily pay to make them even richer.

 

Moreover, we are so creative. Unthinkable things suddenly spring to life… unlicensed car-park attendants waiting for you in the streets; more than 300 different varieties of pasta that taste more or less the same, each one provided with a specific name; a theocracy still preaching about how people should live and think, while so many of their priests enjoy raping children and accumulate money; politicians that openly work for the organized crime they should fight. This is the Wonderland, the upside down world that lies underground.

 

There are several banks in the Wonderland, but one of them has a very funny recent history. In the last ten years, this bank accumulated huge losses, hiding them to everyone until the moment that financial bomb exploded. The recapitalization failed, because there were no new shareholders stupid enough to enter into contracts with this zombie bank. In the end, the Wonderland Government decided to bail it out for 20 billions euro. My money, your money. And I never asked to be a bank owner. Did you?

 

I would like to tell you that I fell down to this Wonderland by chance, while running after a white rabbit on a sunny day, but no… as I already told you, my name is not Alice and I’m not a child anymore. I live underground, and every time I peer at the world outside, I see what the future has in store for us all, down here. The time has come to make a choice. Kalashnikov or vaseline. It’s up to you to decide. Goodnight, children.