When it really happens: SHTF...

[Ovidio]

A friend and colleague, today, sent me a link to a site of Italian policemen.
He is a former cop too, and told me to read a few of the articles they write and distribute “among their community”.
He also told me that a good number of his fellow colleagues have protested against the way the citizen are treated and started refusing to fine people for trivial or arbitrary covid-related issues.
I read the article, then I read many more.
Since March already, they started warning against the unconstitutional measures that were being enforced against the population, pointing out that people were getting afraid of the Police and angry against them also. That a fracture between the population and the authority was starting to grow.
The latest articles are showing signs of very deep internal, moral sufference, with policemen writing that they did not swear to break the constitution, but to protect it, that their job was not checking people out of shops and arguing if the goods they bought were necessary or not.
They also talked about and showed videos and pictures of real manhunts against joggers, with the use of drones and, in one almost comical case (if it weren’t that grave!) the chase given to a man who was running alone on the beach at sunrise, with Carabinieris chasing him and a helicopter following him from above.
I was surprised by this internal struggle, which resembles, mirroring it, my own. And that of many Italians. But not enough of them yet...
It made me feel very good and thankful that something like this is happening, because that means that there is still hope.
So, I decided to write them a long email, telling them all those things, that I’m a honest citizen who was starting to really feel uncomfortable in this situation. Being treated like a criminal and in a completely inconstitutional way, without sensible rules, without even the slightest of outlook that one could consider realistic. That I wore the uniform myself, as an officer in the Alpini, and that I felt so bad feeling uncomfortable when seeing a uniform on the roads in these days. And, that feeling and understanding their internal struggle, I felt the urge to thank them. And to apologise for feeling surprised by their institutional sensitivity.
I sent a copy of the mail to my friend, because I knew he would appreciate, thanking him too for this wonderful surprise.
He answered that I made him weep, and that I should f..ck off;-D