The only merit in this life I can grant spotted some successes and many failures, in this thankless career that chose me, in this traditional craft of trying to find the truth that few matter and the lies that are no longer shocked, the only merit I grant you, I say, is not having yielded to the temptation of the medium: resign yourself, so is Peru, tolerates it all, believe the idiots right, who make shady deals and also editorialized in relation to "democratic values" (when the truth is that you lick it and what it means.)
are born in this beautiful country and complicated and the first suggestion that assails you is that of stoicism: be still, quiet brother, so this thing, this does not fix it nor the soy sauce. And you can spend your life making it the blind eye, making the mad and going to face the big stick rocked.
- Nothing you can do, those are the rules, "she whispers Lima toxic air.
- This has not changed no-rivet a shadow, a shadow of what you could be.
I will forgive but I never thought of that. Never did the dead man in the Sargasso Sea of \u200b\u200bwills, broken or corroded. Why? Because I always believed that the country heads down there to look as far as I could. Because ants seeing it makes you want to fly. Because there's beauty in a sagging rebellion and conformity ugliness. Because, after all, being an old believer agnosticism've always thought that Jesus Christ was a rebellious man killed by the ruling order. And without the rebellion of Cáceres our history would have stopped the miserable Iglesias. And without the rebellion of the French De Gaulle would have had to crawl along with Petain, the great right-wing pro-Nazi.
My generation has failed. We have a re-founder of the country and build to Garcia. We have an unhappy set by the crowds, someone who was more driven by love than hate, but we stopped by Robespierre and his native embodiments.
We could have a country and what was a allow mall . Now the ball is on the roof of the young. Depend on them to truly change this country.
as a thousand years ago to live quietly talking, consenting.
speak softly when the Incas were desollarte. And when the English shortest you could chop. And when we were still whispers lip free but subjects of the successive leaders who believed the state was a real estate and a farm for cronies. So we were doing this great Aracataca. Macondo did.
think was and still is-an anomaly. Dissent, a provocation. Rebel, an extension of madness. In a country dominated by injustice you speak of injustice could cost El Fronton. And combat life.
Facing a Tupac Amaru was one hundred Pierola creating their own Caliphate. Because the fear of freedom is not only the title of a book by Fromm. It is the right slogan has been imposed to Peru. His shield is disarmed and its wholesalers genes of their own country.
- All-you say stolen. And that's almost an invitation to steal. Because if everyone steals, no one steals.
- There are no punishments or rewards, all-you forget repeating ground. And that is another incentive to impunity.
The Creole is also the selfish calm thick sauce. The real Peruvian traditions are not those of Ricardo Palma, are to say yes and be in the photo.
Does changes? That's right, say those who cut the ham and the idiots of their services-of Chavez, red, perfectionists, bitter and renegones. In Peru, the anger of the poor masses or fought with bullets and there is a stoic in every future crouching behind the bush days. And when we are sufficiently softened, comes the coup de grace. And when He, the shot, but when I do not think about yourself and dances alone in the tiny tile assigned you, this will be the final day of your workmanship, you'll be one of them. Talk like them, curse like them, will sell like them. And above all, they'll do: deny the other and only recognize among you.
that young people learn the lesson. Nothing will change if we do not kill resignation.
Because democracy is not voting from time to time. Is to exercise freedom at every turn.
Slaves did not love freedom, that's a lie altruistic. Only the free can love freedom and defend it.
Meekness is not maturity but defeat. Stamina is the chronic amnesty. Submissiveness is what was required to blacks Carabalis shipped to force in the port of Macao. Liberty does not kill. Patience is a theological lie which contradicts Christ and that applies to each host Cipriani. Christ was impatient. Life is a blast impatient.
Peruvians were not born a day when God was ill, as I said Vallejo himself. Will be born the day that we know to appreciate the creator of the word vertigo contempt. Contempt is not chaos. Chaos is what will happen when social pressures contained by lead and lies just burst again.
And now would be a great insult, a colossal act of democratic revolt or be fooled by those who want, at the height of indignity, we reward daughter a thief and murderer, thief herself to enjoy the stolen money, under the presidency of the Republic.
shut And all the way to a man who wants to change some things. Only a few things. A man who has moderate experience and has undertaken not to do experiments anachronistic. But I do want the mine to pay what they owe taxes are more direct than the old are less homeless, you have less hunger and rural poverty dims everything that can without disrupting the economy. And it also wants the Peruvian gas supplying first to the Peruvians and the extensive exploration and exploitation of mining and oil interests are reconciled with native and environmental standards are not being met.
The right wants to show us that always wins. Presented four candidates, four variations of the same tune: Castañeda, Toledo, PPK and K. Fujimori, and four lost. He won a gray man who proposed some changes. And worse: he gets the first survey after the first round and the man without too many attributes is winning! And still winning because Lima, this horror, not Peru. Because The government is in crisis Casuarinas. Because the model García, a combination of Caco Friedman, sanguaza drains.
Then, the right proposed settlement, once and forever, this nightmare that stuns the dollar, lower stocks, dripping mascara ago. For that is your television, your radio, your newspaper. And decided on the predictable: the campaign of terror.
terror can only save them. Because they know their candidate's medical records even for 75 unpresentable percent of Peruvians. All that can be, then, is to bombard the reformist uncomfortable with all the B-52 of slander, rumor, dirt, naive idiocy that can spread. The aim is the political murder of the man who proposed some changes. And the dead can not win elections.
talk about foreign interference those who would be annexed to the United States or Chile powerful than they let their grandparents with their cowardice and disunity . Claim that press freedom is threatened to dismiss those journalists who refuse to join the slurry of the campaign against Humala. They warn employment is threatened who have created as many jobs imaginable junk and services operators.
And all this is called "democratic elections." A dirty filth they call "debate." And some banks have no problem with a candidate indecent. They represent the old indecency of parcels, the robbers consolidation laws, the feast of guano. Mrs. K. Fujimori falls off like a glove.
Column published in Hildebrandt to his guns on Friday April 29, 2011. Year 2. N ° 53 *
