Posts, videos and popcorn. The social campaign that agitates the right

We’re at the popcorn stage Mary Rosaria Boccia take to Instagram to enjoy the tear-jerking interview of Gennaro Sangiuliano on Tg1.

Popcorn! And the caption: “I hope I don’t have to deny it again! A repeat liar in Parliament would certainly not be welcome.” This is what he warns him in the late afternoon when he learns of the confession to Gianmarco Chiocci.

And instead the minister warns her on live TV not to publish their chats, because “it would be a crime.”

And it’s right away Temptation Island.

Another marital crisis. But wasn’t our right that of God, country and family? So, when Sangiuliano, in the 8pm preview, shows his bank account to prove that he paid for their flights out of his own pocket, the indomitable Boccia takes three seconds to put together a story on Instagram: “Let’s start telling lies…”

At nine o’clock in the evening the question is: what cards are left in her hand after this interview? For a week she has been bombarding the headquarters of melonism with posts, stories, videos, stolen audio, documents and emails, spy glasses. No one, in these two years, had embarrassed the government as much as this 41-year-old woman who until recently was selling wedding dresses to Pompei. She is bringing the Italian right to the brink of a nervous breakdown with her only weapon, Instagram. Last night, at ten o’clock, her followers had risen to 61,000: they were 28,000 two days ago. We must follow her, because we are technically inside an unprecedented, something never seen before.

It’s also hard to keep up with her. Her social media campaign is flooding. Yesterday at three in the morning she published the email with the boarding pass for the flight to Puglia with the minister sent to her on July 15th by Narda Frisoni, Sangiuliano’s secretary. I didn’t cost the State a single euro? Well, the minister’s secretary also took care of me.

Shortly before, she revealed that she had heard from “Gennaro” on Tuesday. The comparisons that two lovers who have broken up on bad terms make can be fraught with thorns. In fact, she writes: “I told you yesterday afternoon on the phone and I’ll tell you again this morning. I’m ready to applaud you if you stop distorting the reality that doesn’t deserve your healthy values: loyalty, respect, responsibility.” All coram populo. All for us users. Without even having to pay a subscription like Netflix.

The other day, contesting his interview with La Stampa, he had rebuked him with this jab: «After eight days of silence, a patch worse than the hole», adding a sentence to the Coelho: «To err is human, to admit one’s mistakes is for adults, to question oneself is for a person with brains».

The day before he had directly challenged Georgia Meloni. Writing in the stories New Post! and tagging her. Maria Rosaria tags Meloni! She had attached the documents of the meeting of the G7 culture ministers in Naples in two weeks. Shortly before, the prime minister had claimed on Rete 4 that “not even one euro of Italians has been spent on this person”. This person has a name and surname, Maria Rosaria retorts.

Not satisfied with having put an eye on the prime minister’s finger, she published the audio of the phone call made to “Dr. Mazza” of the Ministry of Culture, in which she told him that she had signed what “Dr. Gilioli”, Sangiuliano’s chief of staff, had asked her to sign, and adding that the minister “also signed the decree”.

“Yes, we saw it,” replies the unfortunate Mazza.

So, Maria Rosaria tells the Italians: I was right. The decree for my contract as a consultant for major cultural events existed! I hadn’t sold smoke with my first post on August 26th. Why was the appointment torn up? she asked herself yesterday. She gave the answer Sangiuliano in the interview. But he had already sensed that something was going wrong in the previous days if he had felt the need to record this phone call.

Because Maria Boccia records everything, saves everything, and then publishes it on Instagram like Wikileakswith a communicative talent that mixes cunning, unscrupulousness and lucid madness. He publishes posts with the caption Let’s recap. In which he unmasks, point by point, with perfect timing and clarity of exposition, all the minister’s contradictions.

Because Maria Rosaria demands the contract, whatever the cost.

Anyone who was a boy in Sicily in the 1980s remembers that in the villages there was a procession in front of the office of the powerful person of the moment to claim the job. But it wasn’t a simple request, a plea. It was an imposition! “You have to fix me! It’s my duty!”, and they obstinately sought the recommendation for the piece of paper. Maria Rosaria is also a girl from that South, who Banfield she called it amoral familism, and in fact she demands the position of advisor for major events. And to get what she was promised she is ready to make Instagram explode with her revelations.

Appearing out of nowhere one day at the end of summer, blonde, smiling, always dressed up, her Instagram feed dripping with enthusiasm for Sangiuliano, no one has yet understood whether this communication ability is her own creation, or if it is somehow helped. On her account she has set this motto: “I would like to explain to you what it feels like to create emotions, but it’s impossible.” A TV series is urgently needed: Pompeii.