Ten years after it was born, the Italian Democratic Party (PD) has proven to be not so much an unsuccessful amalgam as a failed experiment.
What is left of it is a hybrid entity, dangerous because of its wild remnants unleashed.
If one compares the image of its founders with that of its current leaders, one gets the impression of old pictures of the great protagonists of the October Revolution, whose faces suddenly began to disappear from the official iconography of the regime.
The more radical social Catholicism, with hues of red (Rosy Bindi), has long ago run off from the embrace of Rignano and its circle. The “grown-up Catholics” (Prodi, Parisi, Monaco) have already decided to set up camp further away from the grounds of a party without character. The Catholics from the technocratic-moderate wing (Letta) are beholden to the dark arts that the populism of the government is making a wholesale business of.