Jack is back! After spending a couple of days in the ideal world of Disneyland Paris, we are back to reality. And although my heart was there, seeing how my nephew and godson enjoyed himself (because few things matter to me as much as the happiness of that little one) and enjoying myself like a little boy, I don't forget the riots and protests in Paris. Because in the capital of France, when a government measure seems unfair to them, the people, en masse, take to the streets, never bow their heads and make the revolution as many times as necessary. From the French Revolution to May 68 and the Yellow Vests, passing through La Marsellesa, nowhere in the world do people protest like in France and in Paris, the city and the country where they guillotined the monarchy. And here, on the other hand, we swallow and swallow without ceasing, both locally, provincially and nationally. Here, as soon as I land, I come across the news that a politician named Cuca (give her flix), has been saying since October-November of last year that "nothing would happen if we retired at 70 if life expectancy continues to grow and we arrive well." What this Cuca Volona defends and argues is that "many people would be willing to work a few more years." Of course, Cuca Racha. We sacrifice ourselves, the other 99.99% of the working class, so that you and your little friends in Congress can pre-retire earlier, collecting a juicy lifetime payment from the pockets of Dad State, all at the expense of our health, our sweat, our blood and our tears. But who the hell told you, cockroach spokesperson, secretary of the blatodeos, that anyone wants to extend their hopelessness of life only to continue working? What we want is quality of life (work less and live more, even if it's fewer years), not survive a century only to contribute 80 or 85 bucks. Because that, in the end, is what you intend, to tighten the screws to the maximum, to squeeze us like oranges until we are left without juice, only to continue preserving your divine privileges. In order to preserve them, you are willing to rot paradise.
And meanwhile, while you propose, as if nothing, to raise the age at which we can retire another three years, you evict the elderly daily for not being able to pay the last installments of rent or mortgage, for being unable to make ends meet after a lifetime working as slaves to collect a pittance, the crumbs of the €2,000 monthly in allowances that you deputies pocket for playing Candy Crush in parliamentary session. And a SHIT.
Well, it's about time to stop so much meme and so much memocracy and, even if it's two centuries late compared to our neighbors, to throw ourselves into the streets, for heads to start rolling in this country with so many hydras in the government and to attack with all our being and with all our strength against this disgusting system that wants to devour us and worst of all, that is preying on the planet and massively destroying nature, the most sacred thing we have, what we should be most concerned about preserving, even at the cost of ourselves.
