Sapete come nasce un Vannacci?
Nasce quando un cittadino chiede più sicurezza e viene liquidato come razzista.
Quando un cittadino dice che bande di irregolari in strada sono un problema, e i politici gli danno del fascista.
Quando la polizia ferma un irregolare per aver commesso un reato, e il giorno dopo quello stesso irregolare è in strada.
Quando una religione palesemente è incompatibile con il modo di vivere Occidentale, ma se lo fai notare ti danno dello xenofobo.
Quando lo Stato abbandona la sua funzione di proteggere i cittadini e si preoccupa soltanto di proteggere una narrazione di un'integrazione malsana e disfunzionale.
Una narrazione secondo cui tutto va bene, l’integrazione funziona, la sicurezza è solo una percezione, e chi protesta è automaticamente razzista, fascista o xenofobo.
Ma i cittadini non smettono di vedere ciò che vedono solo perché qualcuno li insulta. Non cambiano idea perché vengono moralmente ricattati.
Semplicemente capiscono che lo Stato è diventato un nemico e votano chi promette di rimettere lo Stato al loro servizio.
Vannacci è stato bravissimo nella comunicazione in tal senso.
E chi vuole sconfiggerlo deve smetterla di fare finta che non esiste un problema sicurezza, e proporre soluzioni.
Perché il problema sicurezza esiste.
Ma mentre Vannacci offre soluzioni, dall'altra parte negano e accusano le vittime di essere razziste.
❤️ At the end of the 1990s, there was a notorious thief and con man in Israel named Moti Ashkenazi. He operated mainly on the beaches of Tel Aviv, was a heroin addict, and had a long criminal record. Yet today, almost everyone in Israel knows him — and many see him as a hero. All because of one story.
It happened on June 20, 1997. The repeat offender Ashkenazi had just been arrested again but violated the conditions of his house arrest and went to the Jerusalem Beach in Tel Aviv. It was the last day of school before summer vacation, and countless school classes were spending the day at the beach. Backpacks, bags, and valuables were scattered everywhere — a true paradise for a professional thief.
Moti did not hesitate for long and chose a promising-looking bag. Like a professional, he sat down next to it, casually opened it, and began feeling around inside. He found a towel and sunglasses — but no wallet. When he reached deeper inside, he froze: the bag was full of nails.
He looked around. Nearby, tourists were sunbathing, while children and adults played in the water. Moti opened the bag further and discovered a box with a hose and a timer mechanism. He immediately understood what he was dealing with. He grabbed the bag and ran as fast as he could toward Geula Street, where an abandoned building stood at the time. If police had stopped him on the way, he would have had a hard time explaining why he was running through the city with a bomb. But he wasn’t thinking about that at the moment.
He left the bomb bag in the crumbling building and ran to the nearest public telephone. There, he called the police:
“I found a bomb! Send bomb disposal units immediately! This is Moti Ashkenazi!”
The officers checked his name in the database, told him to stop using drugs, threatened him with real prison for violating his house arrest — and hung up.
Ashkenazi returned to the building and began dragging garbage containers onto the road in an attempt to block Geula Street, shouting loudly while doing so. At that point, the police had to respond. They arrested the disruptive man but, as a precaution, decided to check the abandoned building anyway.
The officers immediately came back out and called the bomb squad. The bag contained five kilograms of explosives. It was later determined that it had been placed at the beach by the same terrorist who had carried out the attack at the “Apropo” café in Tel Aviv three months earlier.
After this incident, all charges against Moti Ashkenazi were dropped, and all legal proceedings were closed. He was sent to a free rehabilitation program, where he successfully treated his drug addiction.
Today, Ashkenazi is over fifty years old, has five children, and holds a steady job. He lives in Tel Aviv and works as a beach inspector. No beach thief escapes the watchful eye of the former professional — and since that day, he treats abandoned bags on the beach with special caution.❤️👏🙏
@GanzoSwan Io depilo anche quelle di marito…ascelle non depilate fanno schifo, se anziani ancora peggio, quei ciuffi lunghi bianchi e appesi sono orrendi