Fulanito is not happy in his company. He complains that he is paid little. It is true that Fulanito never stood out for his love of work. I, who have known Fulanito for a long time, am in a position to assure that ...
Fulanito is not happy in his company. He complains that he is paid little.
It is true that Fulanito never stood out for his love of work. I, who have known Fulanito for a long time, am in a position to assure that Fulanito never lifted a finger. Even so, Fulanito believes that he has the right to charge more than the employer "gives" him. Because that is what the employer does with him, giving him money that he does not deserve.
I was always surprised that Fulanito was not kicked out of the company he works for. But Fulanito has a quality. He is a great defender of the rights of workers (because he believes he is among them) and has a surprising gift of the gab. He knows everything, rails against everyone, savagely criticizes financiers, businessmen and, in general, those who have capital. Naturally, the defense of the less fortunate is only shouted in the bar, because, as he is a very busy person, he has time only for himself.
Fulanito, however, transforms when he is in the meetings of his community of neighbors. He seems like another person. It is logical, since he must think about the pockets of his peers and his own, it would be nice, and he is transformed into the ultimate intransigence with the weakest, whom Fulanito basically considers inferior. These are the cleaners and the doorman of his building, who, in addition to being helpful and efficient like no others, the good man intends to lower the miserable salary they have because, according to Fulanito, they earn a lot for what they do.
Surely in his eventful life he has found many of these self-possessed Fulanitos who accuse every living creature of being responsible for how dented the world is, how badly others do it; that they do not commit to anything, but take advantage of the benefits obtained by others; that they do not go out to the street to demonstrate because that is for bumpkins, but they wait comfortably seated for others to get wet and solve the problem; that they abstain from everything, but they look at you over the man and give you lessons in justice and morality. Indifferent hypocrites who never get into trouble.
Fulanitos who are only happy if they are given the reason in everything; who are more patriotic than anyone, but when the truth comes out they leave you with your ass in the air; who believe that the fault is always of others; that they get you into trouble, but they don't get you out of it; that they are for progress, but their own; that they are very clear that freedom of expression is to judge, prosecute and opine what they want about others, but not the others about them. It would be the last straw.
Fulanitos who do not want to recognize that their son may not be the smartest in the
class and that is why they criticize the teacher of the child of their entrails; that they always suspect that there is something behind the one who does good altruistically, that they are petty with those who stand out and envious with those who triumph, that they applaud you when you are a gentleman and despise you when you are nobody; that they climbed to access management positions to the detriment of the qualified.
Fulanitos who access a public office and believe themselves gods; who love dirty flattery and laurel wreaths; who, from their comfortable armchairs, consider themselves above good and evil; who surround themselves with mediocrities to disguise their own mediocrity; who rejoice when they tarnish the image of the rival, even knowing that the accusations are false and manufactured ex professo to discredit him; who have made stupidity their way of life; who show the payroll so that the naive believe that what is reflected in it is the only income they have, but, cowardly and cynically, they silence the representation expenses, gasoline and driver of the official car, travel and attendance fees to commissions, and a multitude of perks that they try to hide from the eyes of the administered; who believe that serving the people is doing what they please; who use public money to lull consciences; who to continue living off the story are capable of selling their mother.
Fulanitos who strive to convince us that there are no alternatives to our ills while they are in the most complete opulence living off our own; who, in official bodies, have private medical insurance at the expense of citizens and have the nerve to make pensioners and retirees pay again for the medicines that during their working life they already made with the sweat of their brows; who lend themselves to the fact that, happily and with impunity, money is earned in this macabre game that they have with the health and health of citizens. That they foment hatred to do business.
Fulanitos who ask you for one more effort, but who remain so complacent when they break their word because, within their illiteracy, they believe that, in these times, it is what is worn.
Fulanitos and Fulanitas who are back from everything and, even if the planet goes to waste, vote and will always vote (without conscience or shame) for the inept of always, simply because they are one of their own.
Fulanitos who bury their heads in the sand, but forget that their ass was uncovered.
Fulanitos?, (you can continue expanding the list).
