Well... More of the same!. On this island, the shadow of "uncertainty" is always present as doubts cling to the tranquility of the absence of conscience. It is no coincidence that this process is repeated over and over again... Something in the bowels of political parties does not work, or perhaps the problem lies in the public structure that hopelessly consolidates (although with image washes in the form of absurd transparency) the same old management habits.
The island's image in terms of its political dynamics cannot worsen; we have long surpassed the minimum bearable thresholds. And the saddest thing is that we citizens have internalized this type of situation without further ado, accepting it within a normality strengthened by conflicts (appealing to responsibility and another way of doing politics) devoid of ethical scruples.
Such is the silent community resignation that this entire socio-political context has become a senseless farce, without the possibility of variations. No hope is conceived in the intentions because the actions contradict the postulates initially formulated. It does not matter to renounce the ideological essence, the electoral promises, the directions marked by the needs of the citizens...
It is so easy to agree and then break the agreements; there are no sanctioning consequences for the breach of these public commitments, which turns its protagonists into unreliable characters, far from the reality of the citizen and lost in party discipline and external guidelines. It costs nothing to disassociate oneself from what was once defended tooth and nail, putting particular interests before the implicit essence of public services. They become childish in their daily behavior, unable to shed egos, they have forgotten, absorbed in partisan strategies and social marketing, generosity and common ground in their daily work.
The bureaucracy, the generic accommodation, and the lack of responsibility on the part of the majority of public managers (it would not be fair to include them all), clearly reflected in their permanent inability to solve the true social demands, offer us a future that smells like a desert in terms of solvency.
But tomorrow they will consolidate new and interested alliances for our well-being, of course... We will inevitably return to the starting box.
No one will be surprised... again. We must try not to falter in the face of so much noise from armchairs.
Agustín Enrique García Acosta, Social Worker