Once upon a time, there was a boy who was born in the fifties into a family of poor farmers. He experienced hardship but never hunger. Around him, he saw a lot of misery and people who were much worse off than him. Some were ragged, others barefoot, and there were even some who would knock on his door some nights asking if there were any leftovers from dinner for them to eat. He had no radio, nor did television exist, and he didn't know if that was called an economic crisis.
Time passed, and the boy grew older. Thanks solely to his effort, he was able to become a teacher. The situation improved, although not all years were good. When he was about to retire, a bad time came, which they called with words that were very frightening. Economic crisis, economic crisis, economic crisis. They were like the witch, the ogre, the bogeyman, and the boogeyman of all stories. Everywhere they frightened with them, and wise analysts with strange words, and some foreigners, explained what it was, but they said that the solution was long and very difficult. He didn't know much about that, but he thought and it didn't seem to him that it was as serious as what he experienced in his childhood, and he even believed that there were solutions for it. Then he decided to go from the country of the skinny where he lived, to the country of the clever obese who were where the wise experts who talked about all these things were.
When he arrived, he observed that all those who lived there were obese, some very obese, others exaggeratedly obese, and quite a few scandalously obese. They passed him to a wise expert, and he told him that the worst part of the problem was the millions of unemployed people there were. He replied that he believed that this was not bad but good, because he observed that there was everything, nothing was missing, even unnecessary products were manufactured. He told him that the necessary work could be distributed and others could dedicate themselves to jobs that would make a better and happier world: that they would improve education, and each teacher would have fewer students; healthcare, so that there would be fewer waiting lists; social work, to take care of all dependents; cleaning staff, who would better clean the cities and artists who would paint their ugly cement walls; many scientists, who would investigate to improve living conditions; writers, who would write many stories for children... Stop, stop, stop, the expert replied and told him that this was impossible because there was no money for it. The man replied that he thought he knew the solution, that only if everyone paid taxes according to their wealth, tax havens were eliminated, and corruption ended, there would be plenty of money. The wise expert replied that this was not possible since it was not on the agenda of his manual called Unique Thinking, that it was noticeable that he had not studied it, that another could not be used, and that it was clear that he knew nothing about economics because that science existed to make them rich and not to make people happy. He explained that in that manual the solution consisted of competitiveness, which corresponded to being carried out only by the skinny, that they had believed it and were already working on it, that they were very diligent and that they were increasingly striving and becoming skinnier for being the ones who win, but that they did not realize that they could never all win. They tried to keep them happy sometimes some and sometimes others and thus they managed to deceive them. He asked if he was not afraid that they would realize and rebel because there were many more of them. He replied that no, because they had the issue controlled, that it did not depend on the quantity but on the weight and their mental X-ray. That in weight they were winning by a landslide because each one weighed more than hundreds of millions of the skinny and that many of them when they had their mental X-ray taken realized that they were in favor of the obese because they had the factory virus of selfishness, of save yourself if you can and of looking the other way and that many others believed in the virus of unique thinking that they had taken care of spreading through their educational centers, their media and many of their politicians. And that those who were not attacked by the viruses were few and although they spoke of words that were not in their manual either, such as solidarity, justice, democracy and equality, that there was no problem because from their control panel they controlled everything and believed that the boiler would not explode and that from time to time they opened the gas outlet valve with their substitutes that they incorrectly called democracies, charity, telethons, NGOs, and other escape valves. And there were even days where the viruses became less active, such as at Christmas, and thus even some obese people became supportive once a year and their bad conscience was cured. He even told me that sometimes they cracked up because much of that gas was with the money of the skinny.
And the teacher left again to the country of the skinny, still not understanding much, but thinking that on this occasion although he had started this story as he started all the stories, it should not have the same ending as the classic stories and wanted to put another:
AND COLORIN COLORADO THIS STORY... IS NOT OVER... AND THE FAT WILL CONTINUE TO WRITE IT AND... THE SKINNY?
