The election on Sunday could have changed for the worse the features of our parliamentary democracy. But the vote proves that we are still sane, an Italian citizenry that still wants to take on seriously the difficult situation in which the young, brilliant Renzi had brought us.
It reminds me of a period comedy, or the tribulations of a banana republic. Obviously, I’d think of inveterate charlatans who like to go from Berlusconi to Renzi.
In order to avoid entrusting the power in the hands of a mafia boss, we find ourselves with a prime minister who Wednesday requested a confidence vote in the Senate on the budget law, in spite of his resignation.
We find ourselves with a Senate that just escaped the guillotine, which cannot freely discuss the most important law of the government because the prime minister, after presenting his resignation before the cameras on the night of the referendum setback, puts his resignation on hold for an afternoon and asks for their vote of confidence.
But then, just a few hours later, he went to the Quirinale palace invested with the head of government jacket, signs his resignation, and sits in front of President Mattarella in his capacity as secretary of the Democratic Party to consult him on the crisis of governance of his government.