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If the mayor of Rome was a good person?

Stories and News No. 796

Once upon a time there was a town.
Look, let’s avoid controversy.
Another city, not the Italian capital.
On the antipodes of the universe, where you want, just that you cannot bring up anything.
To transform it in the usual and stale string of confused semantic twists linked with delusional syntax.
In short, cackling.
Let’s imagine that this city is like many.
Inhabited by ordinary people.
To define ordinary you may refer to what you encounter every day on the road, prisoner of traffic, lined up in a row of any kind, surrounded by any screaming grouping, from the condominium meeting to the union assembly.
Imagine that, despite the above ordinary human material involved, for a mere coincidence of chances a good person was elected mayor.
As if that were to happen by mistake.
Listen, stop the rumbling emotional eruptions.
I mean another one, not the actual one.
A person beyond the boundaries of your imagination, anywhere as long as you avoid getting lost in in the usual and stale string of confused semantic twists... well, you know what I mean.
Nothing great, okay? No Martin Luther King's reborn, who would be deported the following day as an illegal immigrant for delusions of persecution and instigation of riots.
Only someone decidedly better than that above ordinary measure.
Which would still have a logical reason: I vote who I feel more qualified than the majority.
As ordinary it should be.
Given all the circumstances, thanks to the awareness of anything but decent level of ordinary people, the storytelling of the unexpected mayor’s life would be granted.
Being significantly better than the index average of ordinariness he or she would have all as bitter opponents.
All those who had benefited until then of the common ordinariness.
But how many these all are?
Difficult to answer, almost impossible.
Or, perhaps, let’s say that it is better not to.
The question that is worth our time is rather quite another.
Being one of the inhabitants of a city like this and, although driven by a temporary breath of honesty, you were to admit of being part of that very chaotic conglomeration called ordinary people, you'd be able to recognize a good person?
Or, would you be able to discern his intentions from the perennial malpractice you live every day?
In other words, even if you were to meet Gandhi in person, would you be able to trust him, despite the screams of his detractors?
If not, dear fellow citizen, how much is worth your opinion?
And what about your vote?

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