Manuel Chaves Nogales tells that one day a relative of Juan Belmonte’s attorney, Juan Manuel, whom they had regretHe appeared before them and said: this very night I am going back to Seville. But! -they told them-. And he elaborated: “I want a bit of conscience! I do not live in peace in a place where the neighbor upstairs dies and the one downstairs does not even know about it. I was sitting waiting to say good morning to him and, instead, he lowered a box of stick in which they carried it. Are we men or are we beasts? “. And he went to his neighborhood of La Alameda.
I tell myself that it is not necessary to go back almost a century. Paco, the doorman of my house, died in the middle of the pandemic, an Andalusian from Vallecano who smiled openly and complicit when he said good morning to him every morning. We didn’t even know many of the neighbors.
At the end of the summer and with fewer strangers, in my adopted Jandeño town, the good morning, afternoon and evening sounded again among the silences and the birds, thank you. In the noise ferragosteña they were not heard; outsiders bring with them haste and lack of education, courtesy, and respect for the people who host them. They do not come to release their tensions because their jams and tensions are part of their own arrogant personality and sternness.
The priests of the different cuchipandis have built a new language that needs insult and disqualification to affirm their tribal belonging and identity.
What they call progress has taken away education and courtesy or left it full of cuddle. Neither good morning nor thank you. They cross paths with you, coexist or hire you, fire you, frequent you, hang around you, demand you, and naught.
Back to the press and journalists, I get the same news, the same bad manners, the gratuitous insults, the disqualifications, the humiliations. Respect for the art of saying things at variance with the official political media catechism without insulting has been lost; not interested, not a trace of satire, sarcasm, irony, humor; only the witty insult matters. The priests of the various knives They have built a new language that needs insult and disqualification to affirm their tribal identity and belonging. Never has the struggle for power, now materialized – due to the irresponsible neglect of politicians – in the media, was more tacky. Not even the Vatican is maque enough to give better color to such ordinariness.
The Parliament – that theater of shadows-, the paper parliament and the audiovisual variety parliament continue to be the quarrel (I like it more than ring) of the new politics where caricatures, clowns, have been stripped of their noble profession to make way politicians and journalists. In addition, the social networks that came to liberate us are becoming, in part, a screeching amplifier of the same. In another fight of supporters, fans or groupies, militant parishioners of a new religion that only requires faith and no self-criticism.
There are reasons to argue, to debate, to resist the catechism of power and its altar boys. Resignation and something worse, indifference, is a threat that ends up overwhelming democracy and rotting it as useless.
There are, however, reasons to argue, to debate, to resist the catechism of power and its altar boys. Resignation and something worse, indifference, is a threat that ends up overwhelming democracy and rotting it as useless.
But as Karl Kraus said: between two evils, I refuse to choose the lesser. One is not going to shut up before the milonga that they tell us about Afghanistan. One is not going to be silent in the face of the domination and exploitation of women, with or without a religious excuse, in many places on the planet, even if it is not the current or it cannot be said by the symphonic press. Because Afghanistan always touches more than Qatar or Saudi Arabia.
Fighting against electricity companies is not weakening a progressive government; it is to energetically ask him to take the side of the weakest, because he has enough votes. To demand a housing law against the lobbying of the powerful is to respect the Constitution and practice social justification beyond organic congresses, seminars, programs before a notary public and media postures. Asking to comply with the electoral program is not a revolutionary act of the left, it is to be honest.
To denounce the soft blow against the legitimacy of the coalition government, expressed at the polls and in Parliament, manifested in the filibustering complicity between the PP and Francoist judges – with a renewed CGPJ or not – is not going against Spain, although it is defending another Spain. As well as affirming without complexes that the situation of the monarchy is unbearable in a constitutional system that is worth calling democratic, be it republican or monarchical. As well as that managing immigration cannot be incompatible with respect for international law and Human Rights.
I also refuse to leave politics in the hands of political scientists, I refuse to commune with the host of electoral sociologists and their surveys of the highest and highest bidder. They, the new astrologers that Pierre Bourdieu said.
This and many other contentious things that you and I have in mind, one should not give up. Even if they retire you good morning, or they fire you without thanking you or good night.
We started the season and I want to do so with a warm thank you to the readers. Thanks a lot. Good Morning.