Berlusconi's daughter graduated and Prof. Rev. Dr. Gran. No. Lup. Mann. Don (for posterity clarify the case of religious or other) application to the young man Luigi Verzè daughter if it considers that it would be conceivable to create within the University of San Raffaele a course in economics when disseminating lessons the author studied the girl for her thesis. Above all, if she is willing to have the chair.
So far, it seems one of the many stories of ordinary immeritocrazia who populate universities and research institutes Italian public and private, including the San Raffaele (and let me say, well shit, that I've worked for over a year there, and I've seen things that you mortals etc.. etc...)
but there is one truth.
Try to revisit in my memory the images of the ceremony.
you, Barbara Berlusconi, an academic gown purple (?) On the flat cap on his head, standing before the Committee of Science, describes the thinking of Amartya Sen. He is about to graduate. So to speak, of course, since it has completed (in eight years!) One of those post-morattiane antics that are now called Bachelor, created for the sole purpose of showing to the world how good they are and gggiovani Italian scholars who graduate with such ease. And he's there, sitting in the front row, flushed, excited. A true popes fully fledged. Her little is going to be 'doctor'. Which, if I may make a brief, thinker at Inc. offers the opportunity for a number of idle reflections of the type: but if a three-year degree is to gain the title of 'doctor', a five-year license gives? And someone like me for example, that in addition to the five-year degree has a doctorate in three years (without pay), in what capacity should be entitled (in addition to the licensed fool for having worked three years for free)? But
closed parenthesis.
I said, there she is now facing the conclusions of his work. And finally breathing a sigh of relief, thanked the committee for your attention and finally, in a blaze of photographers (my degree was just a double recruited at the last moment with the picture that he wanted to sell me a Set pans in Teflon), shakes hands and receives the fateful honor of the title by the rector himself. And him. He is moved by a wave of sincere emotion, he brings his hands to the eyes and puffed out his chest, proud of that creature which still remembers with pigtails and socks, and instead now ... now ...
In short, it could not be distinguished from any other parent proud of the successes of his daughter. To see him for a moment, we had the perception of our prime minister as any one, as one of us, with the car keys in your pocket used bought brand new new doctor for her daughter. Then
operative Prof. Rev. Dr. Grand. No. etc.. and that wishful thinking, that even highly skilled workers already had translated as a percentage of earned acclaim from the prime minister, has been shattered. Then he opens his mouth Prof. Dr. etc. and drag this picture so joyous in the mud, getting the most odious of servility, turning it into a manifestation of the most disgusting of patronage. In the face of all unemployed graduates (and perhaps even more prepared) in the country, including those present at the ceremony. It brings the viewer with the scene of so much down to earth, reminding them exactly who are the protagonists. In short, it ruins everything. Millions of votes lost, the consensus in vertical drop.
No red gown would have been capable of such.
Si, perchè è questa la verità! Don Verzè...E' COMUNISTA!!!
(nella foto i partecipanti alla cerimonia di laurea indossano gli occhialini per vederla in 3D)
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