Now that the heat wave has broken out, the lucky ones move their temporary camps to the coast, the mountains or rural tranquility. However, it is possible to mount a Baden-Baden without leaving home, with books, ice, ataraxia and a fan. The goal will be the same: restore body and spirit, listen to the interior and direct the next season, because to live is to prepare to be reborn with recreated priorities. With that excuse, it may be appropriate to isolate what is pernicious and promote health. Because without analytical reflection, without a hopeful look at the beauty of the world, what would I say Jaroslav Seifert, Nobel Prize for Literature in 1984, when he titled his memoir, there is no prelude to healthy action. In this context, the insurrection is not illegitimate in the face of how much it disrupts and dirty, to illuminate an edifying protest. Under any weather it relieves to widen the radius of interest from the navel to the surrounding space; wonder what’s wrong with the nation and asks for a shoulder to shoulder. No less than increasing trust in people of good will and becoming participatory, as an individual free from the time of Pericles.
For example, isn’t it enough to deride Spain, its culture, language, spirituality and merits, by that ubiquitous chorus of detractors? His feats would be an anecdote, a freaky rumbling, if said spokesmen did not take over the theater boxes, dressed for baptism and charging grass for mimicking the diners in the Viridiana of Bunuel. Progressivism has crowned itself as the master of the country, with a license to rewrite history, put on a show in the Cortes and secrete gall in the SER. His speciality? Appeal to discord, rancor, class struggle, civil war, conflict: between sexes, generations, territories, sexual tendencies, belief systems. With great delight they colonize what is healthy, proud of the florilege of virtues to stain and profane, and goods to pocket in compensation for their inconvenience.
There are the Hector de Miguel, Camilo de Ory, Maximum Prairie and other troop, funny little ancestors with possible, tremendistas of pitiminí, cheapskates who camouflage, with an overdose of anger, the genetic decline. As soon as they harass and challenge the Catholic religion, as they make fun of a two-year-old boy who died after falling into a well, as they demand a butcher’s cleaver to cut the throat of Isabel Diaz Ayuso. His delight is that of a bad boy ripping the legs off flies, knocking down nests with a stick, or tormenting a helpless pup. What makes you more proud, the direct pain you inflict or hurting those who suffer in the face of cruelty? Bring it to mind Almudena Grandes vividly recreating the terror of the novice before her rape by the sweaty militiaman. Who said that socialism and sadism did not rhyme? That the revolution prohibited the enjoyment of causing harm to innocent people? Didn’t Che Guevara write to his father that “I have to confess to you, dad, that at that moment I discovered that I really like to kill”?
In the mentality of the psychopath, positive feelings do not enter. His idea of having a terrifying time is to plan and carry out someone else’s torture. Like those Russian nihilists who conceived as their biographical function the ferocious destruction of the existing order, so that others – it was the crude excuse – would build a different society on the sea of corpses, these agitators want revenge on the world for having made them feel diminished. Yet what makes their motivation so compelling is the pleasure that pervades them, stemming from the old turbulent roots of venereal depravity. Hence, beyond resentment, bravado mainly intervenes. There is more unleashed narcissism than the desire to vent. Superior to the satisfaction of unduly helping a friend or relative from a command post is that of undermining an ideological opponent who gives you a thousand turns. The adverse prevarication arouses more aftertaste than the plug.
Growing up in cotton wool doesn’t encourage empathy. The influencers of this batch imitate without blush the Vallecano political scientist of the assembled teeth: in the polygonal chatter, the goofy bell and the smell of a disco. At the same time, said cast of buffoons, intellectuals, artists and preachers of trash TV, traveling back and forth like the songs, because to thrive is to fertilize each other, conditions the reflexive bias of many leftist leaders, when they stop disguising for an instant , so that they do not get stuck – such happens to Yolanda Diaz— the petitioning table smile and the sweetness of someone who considers that voters, mentally handicapped and children, “obviously”, are the same.
They are the shining “fathers of the country”. His word is law, as he sang Vicente Fernandez. His occurrences have reached the category of morality, wisdom, science. A simple worker, assigned to that meritocracy that stresses so much Lilith Verstrynge, has not the slightest idea of what it means to an idiot to be hailed as being just, to a ruffian to go to the best restaurants while acting as an aristocrat of the spirit. The habit does make the monk. Their cravings, between children and Neronians, are paid for, undaunted, by the taxpayer: the revelry with cakes and jumps in the official office, the excursions in a private jet or military helicopter, the enjoyment of palaces, tinsel and pompadour destinations to take the selfie . His alibi for so much happiness? That he consents to the legal framework. So, it would be designed by an unconscious person, a lazy person or a commission agent. Someone in any case who does not give foot with ball, that he messed up, full of candor.
The point is that, by fas or nefas, here we are, enjoying what we have obtained and living in a world turned upside down. This is the only way to explain the official push for legal inequality, as well as the permanent application of the funnel law in matters of corruption, criminal behavior or intolerant attitude. Or are there no examples to give and distribute? This is the only way to explain the economic benefit transferred from the central government to traditionally supportive territories, such as Catalonia Y Basque Countryto the detriment of poorer areas, somewhat before Frank, preserved by him and bestially increased to date. This is the only way to explain the ruin of the educational system, especially public education, through the degradation of content, the attack on merit, the inflation of unfounded rewards, the falsification of reality and ideological intoxication. This is the only way to explain the sectarian and indoctrinating use of the cultural sphere, the media and social networks. Because all those instances nominally in charge of enlightening and emancipating, of fomenting critical sense, of contemplating citizens as adults, operate like kindergartens under the orders of a Goebbels carpetovetónico, possessed of an infinite contempt for their flocks. This is the only way to explain the systematic attacks on independent thought, the lack of respect for personal self-determination and the carrot-and-stick promotion of gregariousness, collectivization and servile obedience. This is the only way to explain the attacks against private property, the protection of the illegal occupation of homes and the voracity in fiscal persecution. This is the only way to explain condescension towards illegal immigration, impunity for transgressions committed by sponsored groups and the fraudulent business of social assistance. This is the only way to explain the country’s auction, at the service of spurious globalist agendas and interests.
There is a significant paradox between the failure of Sanchez in foreign policy and its failure in domestic policy. In both cases the injury to Spain is palpable. But those who should know it well, because they have it much closer and know its tricks, folds and fallacies, the Spaniards, differ from those who see it more from afar, without having so many clues and having to rely on less reliable observations. The second ones have it much deeper than the first ones, but we maintain it! How the heck do you explain this? As little as his figure counts on the international scene, in the long run they end up realizing that his profile is that of an actor, the one who says anything to get out of the way and has no blush by breaking his word and entangling . This, when you have reiterated it ad nauseum to a foreigner, causes him to react against it and end up concluding that, having accredited the aforementioned proceeding, the injured party now grants himself the right to question any successive affirmation of the other. With this, the reputation of Sánchez and our government are in question. See Algeria.
At home it doesn’t work like that. The Spaniards are used to trolas and do not consider that deception constitutes an outrage. That someone breaks his word is not perceived as a serious fault, nor is it enough to withdraw our sympathy from him. This, together with the Cainite factor that grants a plus of dignity to the co-religionist, makes the mystifier creditor to an unreserved complicity. If you are a socialist, and a socialist lies to you about the verifiable facts or about any other data vital to your survival, you will enthusiastically subscribe to such a lie, because the last thing you want is to weaken the position of your team. The truth, articulated by a political opponent, will thus be doubly hateful, and can be disqualified with arguments ad hominemcomplaints regarding the tone with which said truth is pronounced, and so on.
In Spain it is a bad tone to get angry just because they have lied to you, they have stood you up, they have broken a commitment with you. This lacks weight, assuming the happy concurrence that anyone says, whenever it arises, what suits them to say and the others expect to hear, without any epistemological or binding responsibility on what is affirmed or promised. Teasing is rascally, an understatement. Whoever is irritated by this will be seen as rude, showing lack of fit in the tribe.
In the end, Sánchez has failed more for quantity than for quality, more for expressing cynicism and for aesthetic inconsistency in his staging, than for other reasons. Her proclivity to place herself above all ethical and legal norms, stretching them out like chewing gum with the lucrative help of an army of meritorious, gullible scumbags, has contaminated the moral fabric of Spain to the marrow. A bad example for young people. Someone, who will not be a professor, a communicator or an artist of those who are polishing, smoothing, sweeping and erasing with brooms -as in the curling, that interesting winter sport whose imaginary evocation will refresh us—the infamies perpetrated, I should tell you about Greek concepts. Designate what is conspicuous by its absence, and so much is needed. Without going further, earring, that set of essential gifts to function successfully, and highly required of a public figure. And then, if it’s not too much to ask, maybe something that would throw these guys off. a bath of sophrosine.