STATE HAS NOT DEAD CUTE
Those who know me know that I never have in public religious customs that are reserved exclusively for my privacy. But given the circumstances I would say that, I just learned of the death of Nestor Kirchner, turned my look to the image of Our Lady of Lourdes that I have on my desk and said a prayer for his soul, as I do for all the deceased.
Otherwise, we will say a few platitudes, which in this country never seem to be.
accompany the pain to his family, Madam President included, of course.
understand the sincere sorrow of all his followers and all those who thought like him.
But leaders who, until Tuesday, harshly criticized him, even in personal terms, fill it with praise and even now present it as a great statesman "despite differences" he sounds like the cheapest hypocrisy.
Maybe the problem is that many people have personally attacked the former president. And that's the problem. Never attacks must be personal, but to the policies and actions taken by people in public, and in that sense, easy position that we have always pointed out the dangerousness of their ideas and actions regardless of the trial on his person responsible only to God. That is, we have always pointed to the terrible damage that Nestor Kirchner has implied, we will do, and his death not clear at all what he did and no death to become a virtual dictator in a statesman. It is a statesman before he died, not after. Nestor Kirchner
revived hatred and revenge of the 70 terrorists who killed on behalf Marx and liberation, and put several of them in government. Tried for a single hand and double standard that erases all moral authority to his human rights policy. Or they are all tried and all are forgiven. Nestor Kirchner encouraged
hatred, and his style of "tension" was the consistent expression of one who thinks that one side are the exploited and the other operators. Thus violated the constitutional republican permanently where the Marxist dialectic has no place. It was always consistent. Manipulated judges and disobeyed the court. He ignored the legislative branch. Persecuted those who thought differently and could overshadow him. Worthy disciple Juan Domingo Peron.
provoked all this enormous institutional anomie.
confiscated funds of the administrators. Not that changed the system, confiscated the funds of depositors.
began to pursue a free press, created a media law especially designed to suppress all thought differently.
Increased tax burden, expanded spending, began broadcasting, wiped out the independent central bank tried to control prices, re-nationalized companies, subsidized the utilities with more public spending, generated political patronage, deprived of their liberty provinces with control its funds, bringing the economy into a new crisis has not yet been fully unleashed. Concentrated
consequently, all the power.
is surrounded by the worst people, full of resentment and hate-crazed, psychopathic personalities true in whose hands the country and put almost as well continue.
Internationally, allied with Chavez, in a deep alliance as dangerous, while the Cubanization in Latin America, few come to realize, and many remain without warning. Sustained the worst dictators in Latin America and managed to manipulate the absurd Unasur for that service, the complicity or indolence of others leaders. Promoted
abortion, promoted as a serious issue like gay marriage law for political reasons and the principle of his government failed to understand or believe that there was the pope and the removal of bishops was not in their hands.
And finally, continued to rule under the formal command of his wife, usurping power, thus being de facto president, making fun of all the institutional order and leaving his wife in a humiliating situation.
None of that was erased because he died. Those who know all this, please do not be hypocrites and in any case be quiet for a few days, as did very dignified Elisa Carrio.
A statesman not dead or anything resembling it. He died a quasi-dictator who has inflicted irreparable damage to the republic.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Discover Direct Rewards Platnium
My life is surrounded by pretty crazy. A "pretty crazy" is a language game: denotes someone who inhabits a world alien to ours are in our world but not of this world, and in general we do not do anything: we who we are attacked by them because all ex - tran, in general, is attacking us.
One of them, particularly, I find it very touching. His walk is slow compared to ours, because their world has a different pace, less frantic. Say hello to everyone talks to everyone, jokes with everyone. His speech, his account, consistent from him, going separate ways from ours. Shakespeare can happen Tinelli, from Kierkegaard to Maradona, in half a second. Remember beautiful poetry, but not only recalls speaking with them, while lost in a hallway. Talk permanently, with a speed that, contrary to your walk, it is faster than ours. Moves from one topic to another with astonishing speed: it is simply his thinking, his associate and feel, is spoken and displayed. When you do not lose it with a guitar and plays everywhere beautifully when to think it does not apply. Air live and love from friends and calls but did not insist, takes what he das, but really seems to need it at all. Suffers a lot but never comes down from his cloud and never complains about God. The order of the practice is alien, or order of the practice is alien to us. I was moved when he told me the first time I had to go to hang clothes, no one said you had to put pins.
many years ago was diagnosed with a disorder etc etc and since then around and around in a world that does not. Medication would be important, yes, to protect neuronal structure. But to "adapt"? What this cruel world that ignores it? This cruel world is supposedly healthy. No. No? I ask seriously.
I have known many crazy cute. All ends well: alone and ignored by the world of the healthy, if not enclosed because recite poems hanging from a spider drawn on a cloud. I dream to put them all in a house and say, here to sing, write and fly, and do not worry at all about the clothes pins. When you want to go out and when they are hungry or sleep again. I do not want them down from the clouds. Dream cure myself, and meanwhile, to penetrate the mystery of these creatures fed by the wind.
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