It would not be good if it were a competition to put on the stage, or on the front page, the greatest number of fools, scoundrels, liars, knitters: in a word, the greatest number of assholes. It would not go well because the social object of the so-called information, although already abundantly disfigured, would degrade to pure circus protocol, with the Stalinist “Neither with rapes nor with NATO” in place of the sword-eater and with the trade unionist looking for evidence of immorality of Ukrainian orphans instead of the flea trainer.

Only this is not the race: it is worse. The competition is to credit them, the assholes. So if you call the weary man of hot autumns to say that Zelensky is a dictator, that Ukraine was under a dictatorship, that the Russians attacked, yes, but a dictatorship, that international justice is needed, yes, but for to try the Ukrainian leadership, then you do not make a circus, which would already be bad, but you make it institutional and legitimize it in equivalence to any different representation. And amen if in one there is the strongest man in the world who raises boulders of paper mache, or the analyst who explains that Biden instructs Ukrainian passers-by to disguise themselves as corpses, and on the other this boredom, this predictable story, this unbearable beaten by the tyrant who invades and sets fire to a free country which then remains to be seen how free it was.

According to this beautiful procedure it would be perfectly admissible, perfectly congruent and equally serious, today, a nice talk on the Protocols of the Elders of Sion, because it is indisputable that there are very authoritative voices that claim its veracity, where the authority depends precisely on the fact that in some social or television sewer the argument is advocated. And it is the procedure according to which the Russian agency according to which it was a Nazi den is equivalent to the news of the bombed hospital, because this counts, the recipient and equitable capacity of the information that is rigorous to the extent that it recommends remembering that maybe there is Auschwitz, all right, but my lady there is also Professor Stracazzi who says it was a playground.

The journalism it shows is working in counterpoint, giving space every other day to that which calls for the abolition of war through the abolition of those who suffer it and putting them opposite, but once a month, to what he just can’t justify the mass rapes because there is the presumption of innocence, well, he does a particular job: the complement of special operations. A circus that it would be unfair to ban, for heaven’s sake, but not pay him the ticket would at least be considered.

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