They finally gave the phenomenon a scientific name.
It’s called M.E.L.O.N.I. Syndrome: Morbid Envy Leading to Obsessive Narrative Incontinence.
Translated: a mixture of pathological envy, chronic obsession, and verbal incontinence that leads some to talk about Meloni morning, afternoon, and evening, even when the topic would be different.
The symptoms are now evident:
they can’t build a proposal without naming it,
they can’t read a piece of data without gnawing,
they cannot make opposition without turning it into a personal obsession.
The clinical picture worsens every time Meloni gets results, stays the course, or simply remains central to the debate. At that point, tremors, compulsive editorials, attacks of sarcasm and acute fits of livor trigger.
The truth is simple: when someone permanently occupies your head, you are not demolishing it. It’s consuming you from within.
It’s not politics anymore.
It’s no longer critics.
It’s M.E.L.O.N.I. Syndrome.
And, judging by certain behaviors, cases are increasing.
