ZP IS RIGHT
Parra-galindo
We said “de aquellas bodas estas empanadas” (from the old weddings we eat those puddings), and “el que mucho saca don Felipe y nada pon pronto llega al hondon” (those who spend and save not soon bankruptcy will know), and “ de aquellas romerías estas veneras” (from the old pilgrimages these badges), or “de aquellos polvos tales lodos” (the old sands made these mud”. Old proverbs. Because we thought we had a few bricks and voted the big idiot Josemari, we thought were rich. And we lived in that delusion. Global delusions. Artificial wealth. The gnomes of Wall Street. In the good old days were the gnomes of Zurich and nowdays they are the big experts implanting doctrine and opinion in the payroll of Intereconomía and La Cope. Milton Friedman must be laughing in his grave. At us, but showing the flag of Babel. We are surrounded by star and stripes. We ´v done it:
“ USA. USA!
-Una de gambas y dos de patriotismo. We are global. Judge Garzon face is like the back of a bus. He has the dead staring of a bulldozer. Ojos de vendimiar ponies agüela. Hey Jude.
And I know a librarian from Logroño who walks through the reading room clapping the tarmac with stiletto heels and she brings the American flag in her knickers. Las de Logroño, coño.
Everything comes to the USA. Bush has lost the war in Irak and he is losing the war in Afghanistan.
Now the Pentagon wants to pull us all in the quagmire of Georgia. Mr Bush has gone a bit loony. Cheaney is receiving the electric shock treatment and goes periodically to his psychiatrist. The arms race and its expenses are the background of our economic difficulties.
Behind this crisis there is a war for markets and Europe meant a lot of competition. So the recipe was a horse cure. Give them bricks, give them trowels, give them mafias, bring the whole youth of Africa to the Canaries in dinghies and we were scooping real state and rescuing immigrants from the high seas. Break their backs. Deconstruct old nation, invent new nationalities. Eta. Los catalanes. Kosovo. Gender violence. Knife your wife. Trouble has become domestic. Fala galego, deconstruct, everybody at night must dream nightmares, substitute the religion of mercy by the code of hate and revenge. Tenemos que ajustar cuentas. No Crucifixion. No Saviours. The holy cross was burnt, liquidated, in the ovens of KL. Blow up Yugoslavia. The Caucasus is a keg powder. We hate Europe, you know. Why? Bring back the cane. Bring back the rope. The idea now is to strangle Putin. But they going to have the hell of job.
Meanwhile we have to run the gauntlet “aguantar el chaparrón”. Put up with the drizzles. The weather forecast prospects heavy rains. Nevertheless stay put. We are more than them. That bunch of war mongers. And we are the people. The plebs –plebeian perhaps but honest- is going to confront the big Caucus of the Sanhedrin. They are powerful, but less numerous.
Oh ZP has shown again that he is a longsighted politician and more than a politician a real statesman in his analysis of the crisis. It comes from United States. Yankee troubles. The world is a war in economical war at least. This is only the beginning. Soon real fireworks cracking bullets and missiles in the air. The real thing not here yet, Thanks God that by now that we are at war. Of words. War of nerves. Pie in the sky.
I hope that our youth has not to go to the trenches. ZP has put his finger on the wound. Has made a good diagnosis of our illness. Pity that many Spaniards are deaf and the worse deaf is the one that doesn’t want to hear, according to an old Spanish apothegm. Hoy va de refranes.
miércoles, 22 de octubre de 2008
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