Let’s return to the pacifist diary almost three months after that evening when our hero ended his day of militant engagement by explaining to his daughter that Ukrainian children are fundamentalists because they don’t understand that you can live happily in a dictatorship. The hourly protocol of combat has not changed, but the experience gained in the development of special operations has brought more effective weapons to the pacifist resistance. Let’s see.
7:00 a.m.: The pacifist wakes up well rested. He didn’t have to stay up late to oversee the information regime, which granted the syndicalist-communist-pacifist collaborator only seventy percent of the talk shows, only eighty percent of the interviews without contradiction, and only ninety-five percent of the scientific investigations to decide whether Bucha were supposed corpses mannequins or were instead extras from the Actors Studio, whether James Bond’s nephew and/or the biological daughter of Joe Biden’s beautician was in the steel mill, and whether the cyclists shot down by snipers were just drug-addicted homosexuals or even tax evaders . It’s all acquired stuff after all, because now the Pacifista can proudly witness how he did well and how Raiuno, Raidue, Raitre, Retequattro, Canale5, Italia1 and LaZ aka Telecinquestelle go on their own and no longer need his help to do so explain Russians also do some good.
7:30 a.m.: The pacifist brushes his teeth. His soul, calmed as it should be after waking up from this soothing panorama of information, now darkens in meditation on the sufferings of the proletarian masses, impoverished by Ukrainian selfishness. Rumina’s tweet: “Italians first!”. Besides, let him kill you, doesn’t your wife come early in the morning to ruin everything? The innocent, Porella, innocent indeed because one is not a pacifist communist syndicalist collaborator without being a rainbow at all, says yes, but … and he rattles off the result of his exam, angrily like a Ukrainian resistance fighter: ” He loved, but the other hadn’t said it yet, what if he called? Here, Sarvini! He had said it himself purely that the Itajans come first “. And what a resistance. He therefore resorts to the “Ukraine- Rogue state», which benevolently («Bravo loved!») passes the censorship filter of the meticulous wife.
8:00 a.m.: The Pacifista no longer reads newspapers. He has long understood that people work there too. Okay, the Nazi press, from Corriere della Sera to Linkiesta, hasn’t been completely eradicated, but these dicks, the pacifist knows the truth has come out, and for Comrade Massimo Giannini, no conspiracy, no conspiracy, no coup will do that Write to prevent Zelenskyy from blackmailing Europe.
8:30 a.m.: The Pacifista gets to work.
8.31: The Pacifista returns (the militancy may change in details but not in principles).
12 p.m.: al Pacifista je touchs da cucinà because his wife is at the sit-in against the Vietnam War and for the boycott of Israeli products. Monitoring the fry doesn’t distract him from the radio serving up the daily fruit of NATO disinformation: missiles at a supermarket (ugh!), thirteen dead (ugh!), dozens injured (if ok…). Eat quickly, because things are calling.
2 p.m.: The Pacifista goes to the PC. Pissed off like a cougar because the news is covered bad bad holy shit. None to dispute the obvious, which is that the mall that was burned was not licensed at all. And then none to explain what even Bianca Berlinguer would understand, namely that it takes an independent investigation to determine if there were fire hydrants before one can draw any conclusions. Then comes the statement from the Russian representative that it was an arms depot, and the pacifist calms down.
6 p.m.: From then on, the pacifist must fill the time until the serious broadcasts arrive, those of the investigations that explain that “Putin is focused on his goals and in the meantime is trying not to frighten the population”. What to do in the meantime? A nice like on the post against the multinationals (irretrievable, dammit, because there is no woman to warn him that it was from Meloni).
8 p.m.: The pacifist dines alone because the woman went from the sit-in to the solidarity vigil with the censored Russian press, and the child is unfortunately with the grandparents, who do not know whether they will be just as committed to explaining to her that good and bad are not lie on one side and that there is every comfort in the cellars of Kyjiv.
9 p.m.: The pacifist collapses. There was a Czechoslovakian report with German subtitles that said that Ukrainian refugees are actually liberating passers-by and deportations: but when you’re tired, you’re tired. And then he had already heard it, in good Italian, from the living voice of opinion that challenges war propaganda every day.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow, perhaps, relief at news of another fallen Ukrainian city.