Save from prison the Democratic Party’s Patrizia

10 Qershor 2022, 12:40, Politikë CNA

Save from prison the Democratic Party’s Patrizia

Patrizia Reggiani Gucci

I had not often seen the sudden public appearance of a woman, with a very large emotional fluctuation. I didn’t know her before. She emerged from the chaotic darkness of an ordinary immigrant, and offered herself as a future leader of the right, in exchange for lobbying the American Conservatives to save the Rostrum from the “Soros stain”.

At first, I was surprised by her arrogant approach to the relationships she established with traditional Democratic Party figures, especially the women of this party. Later, in public meetings, I noticed that he used a lot the American-speaking accent in long pathetic articulations, thinking of it as a superior credential to our small village.

In the end I was terrified, when I saw that her language was converted into verbal violence even against journalists. I remember the anger she displayed in the corridors of the Democratic Party, as she tried to open the doors of Lulzim Basha’s offices, screaming for revenge with her menopausal exclamations. Ironically, no door was opened for her in the DP, neither when they were locked, nor when they were opened preferentially for the supporters of the Rostrum.

After that episode, she chose to run away from where she had come from. Her public and political weight was reduced to several statuses on social networks, where her threats, accusations and blackmails became the subject of conversations only in the cafes of the city.

She turned into a loser again, in the role she knows how to play best, that of the frustrated immigrant who deals with the rumors that circulate on Facebook.

What did we owe this woman to make more turbulent our troubled turbulent waters? What did it represent for us, and for relations with the US? What western value did it offer us, and how was it approached to serve it? What was its novelty in Albanian politics? What problem did we solve, and in return for what promised us so many things?

Confused to answer these questions, I spoke with an academic who knows these types of problematic people well. He first laughed when I asked him, then scratching his voice a little to give the conversation seriousness, continued giving me answers with only the personification of a name:Patrizia Reggiani Gucci.

I knew a little bit this character, and only related her to the murder of her husband. But the academic explained to me very similar elements, from which I understood the previous questions on what tried to be the Patrizia of the Democratic Party. The real Italian, Patrizia Reggiani, had designed since childhood to be famous.

Patrizia Reggiani Gucci

She trained daily in front of the mirror to adapt behaviors and femininity to the upcoming salons of important people. She didn’t count any other human value in her female inventory. Her only morality lay in fame, power, and money.

In fact, with the superstition according to which excessive prayers create a positive gravity, she was lucky. She married one of the most important men of the fashion world in Italy. She chose not to talk to her family anymore, to conflict with any of her relatives who remembered her past. She beat herself up for being someone’s wife, denying being like someone else’s daughter.

But the mundane life, the numerous interviews and photos in every corner of the magazines, didn’t give her the fame she had been waiting for over the years. She was deeply saddened by the failure of a major investment. She confessed her concerns to a psychologist, who identified her with narcissistic personality disorders superimposed on a hormonal ground of abrupt onset of menopause.

The husband realized this dangerous state of her mind, and began to move away from rampant pathological obsession. He finally realized that it was simply her tool for power, luxury and fame. So he abandoned him for another woman, but in return received unfortunately 3 fatal bullets at the entrance of his office.

As I was listening to this story told with so much passion and resemblance by my favorite academic, suddenly appeared to me Patrizia of our small village. She resembled to me with the Italian Patrizia, from public insults to trials with her family and tribe, her marriage for the sake of getting rich, to going to salons with local Republicans to have as much influence as possible, and to the added aggressiveness of any human obstruction to achieve fame.

I finally began to believe that our Patricia didn’t appear in our lives to simply kill her husband, but the Democratic Party. She had this plan in mind when she traveled with donated tickets, when she lobbied illegally for campaign funds in the US, when she begged Richard Grenell for a photo by the living room chimney, and until the moment she arrived in the village tons with the sword of revenge to be the winner and savior of the Albanian right.

Scientific manuals and profiles of these people do not err in their predictions. Now that everything failed, and she failed to accomplish anything, I await the final act of mental and pathological disorders from our Patrizia. She will definitely kill someone, be it a family member, be it a relative of hers or any salon mentor who supported her in this folly against our village.

But I do not want her to end up in jail, I do not want her to be isolated on Rikers Island. Let him continue to manipulate human minds across the Atlantic, selling houses as real estate agents, than our minds for hope and peaceful political morality./CNA.al