The first female Prime Minister, or a fascism resurgent, fittingly (though not treated as such) with only weeks left to the centenary of the march - or, in the Duce's case, train ticket purchaser - to Rome? I could not say, for the truth of events is said to inevitably be those of the beholder. But at the same time, other and often the very same voices cry out: Fascism! Here, now embodied in something, or someone generally thought to represent the new, the best, the salvation or rebirth of Western democracy - young, female, driven, aiming a lance at the pus-riddled boil . Such rhetoric is of course not reserved to those heralding the ever-threatened, ever-victorious (and until recently finished) march of democracy across the world, and the victories gained much necessarily, if this democracy is to involve regular and competitive elections, be put to the test every generation, if not every day. Every day, we are asked to evaluate and re-evaluate these sacred and undeniable truths, and whether Western man - and, now very much, woman - very much desireth to live under the constraints, or absence of such's, of this democracy and liberalism.
The Duce himself, after experimenting adolescently with every drug of extremist, or let's say radical politics (radical, or radix, being - like fundamentalist - a matter of "back to the roots", thus making the flavour of the term more conservative than I'd say I previously found... but the taste of knowledge is not always pleasant).
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