Power doesn't change people, it only reveals who they truly are" (Pepe Mujica).
All parties claim to fill their events; they are all going to get great results. The numbers don't add up, but they all see themselves in the business (positivism endorsed by surveys and prefabricated studies so as not to disappoint). Such is the enthusiasm that floods us on the networks and local media with their successful calls, their incredible signings and with subtle warnings in case we deviate from the matter at hand (elections).
Everyone wants to be different; everyone, everyone, everyone wants to take care of us, they care about our health and well-being, but, above all, they are very clear that we need them. They are essential to continue walking (towards the abyss of this land that they have degraded with speculation and their ineffectiveness). I will not be the one to say that they are all the same. It really wouldn't be fair or a reality. But most of the heads of the list remain mediocre charlatans who have internalized, without digesting with greater or lesser difficulty, four or five party slogans and...little else. Don't scratch too much...Better like this, much better. I assure you that the truth is more disturbing (reading the lists carefully seriously harms your health: avoid excesses).
Despite this, the audacity is such that it contains an astonishing naivety in its purpose: to save us from our eternal ignorance... They offer to give meaning to our lives with their work teams. We are lost without their guidelines, without their directives, without their capacity to manage what does not belong to them. But, who will save us from them?... What a bunch of enlightened, empathetic postmodernists, sophists with poor arguments, mediators of forgotten priorities... poor island!.
Let's not look outside, let's do it inside. Obviously, the responsibility for so much nonsense is ours. The excuses are exhausted; passivity is not an option and silence is fueled in the kitchen of cowardice typical of miserable people. We are experts in complaining from a distance (we usually avoid direct impacts, close ties with the nearby reality), that is, in bars haranguing the revolution or in the comfort that the sofa (softened by resignation) of home gives us.
Let's see if we start to distinguish: voting is not the same as throwing them out!
