“Do you feel adequately represented/* by this tofu skewer?”. Elly, rainbow apron, LGBT fork and as usual very elegant sunglasses in her hair, walks around the tables to the rhythm of “Sex and Samba” and makes sure the dishes are inclusive and politically correct. With her, shaking maracas, is former minister Speranza who, however, keeps a Covid distance from the diners even though he – as he wrote in his book – defeated Covid before Covid even knew it. At the bulletin board at the entrance, there is a list of banned foods including sausages, salamis, and little birds, also to not lose the vote of animal rights activists. Sandro Ruotolo, who arrived at the party seven hours early – like Fantozzi at the station when he had to accompany the Mega Director to the Monte Carlo Casino – the secretary’s squire, as we said, still licks his mustache, gray and thickly antifascist: “She’s a beautiful secretary, a saint, an apostle!”. “Welcome to the Schleinosphere,” reads a banner hung between two trees just delivered from Medellín after Elly, at a press conference in Rome, said that heat is fought with more greenery (we thought with more red) as the mayor of Colombia, Federico Andrés Gutiérrez Zuluaga called “Fico,” did, who however, besides not being related to Roberto, is also center-right. There is a sign planted near a theater – it seems to be the one for “theatrical breaks” – that forbids saying “Happy Ferragosto” because the greeting is not binary.
Among the Democratic parliamentarians, Boldrini is not involved, there are those who have the solution: “Let’s say Ferragosta!”. Elly, taking advantage of the occasion, tried to bring together the broad field, with little success. Half of the PD, besides having skipped it because rather than Schlein they would now vote for Brunetta, did not show up for Bonelli’s ultimatum on the use of the grill. The Greens’ spokesperson – according to disqualified sources – also imposed a ban on air conditioning in all indoor rooms where around 6 p.m., after the dives into the waterless pool (another Bonelli diktat), Schlein consecutively screened twelve antifascist films, all in black and white and with German subtitles like Battleship Potemkin. Fratoianni, of Bonelli&Fratoianni, invented an excuse not to come: his wife Piccolotti was still sleepy after that time she had to wake up at 6 to arrive at parliament prepared by 8, and it must be said she arrived very punctually. TENSION “Hands up!”: Chiara Braga, PD group leader in the Chamber, uses the reunion to coordinate the next flashmob against the right-wing. A mess happens: someone who had a bit too much Lambrusco unintentionally simulates a Roman salute. He raised his elbow but only one arm. Elly, who was dancing “Maracaibo” on the Gay Pride delegation’s float, is warned and forced to get down quickly. An hour passes but the solution arrives: “Giorgia Meloni should report to parliament.”
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Back to dancing! To prevent the arrival of blackshirts, Landini brought with him a dozen vigilantes for whom he signed a contract at five euros an hour. Mid-afternoon Riccardo Magi, the (perhaps still for a short time) leader of +Europa, a party excluded from Europe for lack of votes, makes an appearance. He is for free cannabis but some do not appreciate it, so he has to settle for Bob Marley songs. Magi does better with meat because the only steak served, kept especially for him, is synthetic and tastes like plastic, obviously recycled. Conte is not seen and will never arrive. He is like Jep Gambardella: he does not participate in the broad field party, he wants to have the power to make it fail. Giuseppe has forbidden his people even to approach Elly’s planet, where in the evening they passionately talk about the achievements of the Italian women competing in the European Athletics Championships. The enthusiasm is not for the medals but for the new anti-sexist framing decided by the brains managing the images. It’s hot (more trees from Colombia are needed) and a couple of deputies, with a furtive look, pull out a small bottle from their backpack from which they tear off the eco(in)sustainable cap that during the drink cut their nose. The same ones shortly after start a bingo game that is immediately interrupted because number 77 comes out, “women’s legs!”. Attention: there has just been a fascist attack! No, sorry, it was another unionist who tried to gain the spotlight. Our source, sneaking into the Schleinosphere, was caught with an abnormal blood alcohol level. Happy Ferragosto!
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