A Acceptance the last Council of Ministers was quite eventful, with the Taliban shooting at each other and the leader of the so-called moderates, Baradar, reported missing. At the moment no one knows where he is: whether in the hospital or underground.
Evil tends to be overestimated: every now and then it would seem a farce, if it weren’t always a tragedy.
The lucid analyzes of certain Italian thinkers come to mind who, out of pure hatred of America and Western values, came to paint the Taliban as brave warriors all in one piece. Rough, perhaps, and a little retro on the concept of equality between the sexes, but noble and chivalrous. In reality, these are tribal clans who fight for seats worse than a handful of Italian undersecretaries, but with decidedly more brisk methods and led by mafia bosses who, as soon as they are around the same table to share the spoils, try to eliminate each other as in a scene-mother of the Godfather.
That beautiful soul of Giushappy Conte, immediately imitated by the trumpeters of his court, he had caught a fairly relaxed attitude in the first acts of the new regime. After the shooting the day before yesterday we dare to hope that he changed adverb and above all adjective.
Perhaps we need to negotiate with the Taliban. But how does it deal with a bandit who has kidnapped your grandmother and holds a knife under her throat. Without granting them even for a moment the status of legitimate representatives of a nation.
September 17, 2021, 07:13 – change September 17, 2021 | 07:14
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