2008-05-11

QUO VADIS ESPAÑA?

MATRIMPONIAL DISARRAYS THE SO CALLED GENDER OR DOMESTIC VIOLANCE. RAIN SPAIN. HUMAN RELATIONS SHEER HELL


Antonio Parra

Yesterday another one. She was knifed in Zamora and the day before a widow of 67 in Cadiz. Tow weeks ago it was a paratrooper who shot his Argentinean wife and his lover. This is or at least it seems to me the last call to death.
Where are you going ZP? Quo vadis Spain? We are frightened in the horror of a nightmare. Here it is the chronicle of the macabre. Worms of irascibility and words of wrath the selfishness of possession It can happen to you, it can happen to me. It is like a poisonous virus.
People just don’t get on together here. At home. At work. In the villages in the towns in the road. In the pubs, rows. Altercations and disputes everywhere. I blame – j´accuse- not the government but the systems.
Somehow, somewhere there is something rotten. Here many social workers see the Achilles Heel of the consumer society. People and feelings ways of live are considered disposal merchandise.
Besides, intransigent, whims, the larceny of honour which is the worse of larcenies, unembarrassed behaviour and tongues in the loose no moral nowadays, gluttony, macho arrogance and the impudence of human condition do the rest.
Domestic violence is only a symptom of a more crude problem perhaps with very deep roots. There is more than meets in the eye in the4se parricides proliferate. Rain in Spain.
Radical Feminism in this country at least is a sort of Fascism the windmill projecting over as the vane of revolution of change. Zapatero where are you going with this war of sexes?
As far as I know men and women are parts of whole, a whole inalienable and to divide it, to trench what joined nature and God made equal but with difference functions is not only perverse but also blasphemous. The president has embarked not only in an adventure a bridle path, which might end in a cul-de-sac but also in sin.
That ministry of Equality by our Premier created is a bogus. The department of rage because rage sound and fury will create. It neither is nor wise for the State to interfere in the private lives of the citizen.
Only fascist nations and totalitarian regimes have the nerve to control sexuality and advice and legislate over sexual tendencies of the individuals. Where are you going Zapatero? Quo vadis Spain?
He is wrong when he thinks that putting more women in his cabinet will suffocate the flames of domestic conflict the beds and the cupboard of Spaniards who have become more miserable.
People don’t trust each other. There is fear and hidden violence under the skin any minute could flare up. ZP has appointed a woman Minister of War. Poor girl. She is an independent Catalan.
Carmen Chacon is nowadays the risum teneatis of the chief of staffs of the whole world. It is like to put a fox to keep the hens. And to confer the job to preside the oaths and “serment” at the troops and the military parades and kiss the flag to a nice girl who supported separatism.
I feel a bit frightened. Zp is either an idiot or a good Machiavellian? Meanwhile in the minister of Culture has dismissed Yolanda Muñoz a very god chief of personnel.
She has done a very tough job in a ministry, which is a showing window for an mount of several thousands of civil servant with nothing to do all day because the main part of the competence of that department had been transferred to the autonomy regions.
I can see conflicts looming ahead. It shall not be easy to work for the Spanish Civil administration. Commissariat’s foremen and forewomen in the sections are put like the vigilantes. What ZP wants to create? An animal Farm.
And an animal farm unrecognised could become at this rate Spain, the country of freedom and libertarian mood. Feminism radical in reductionism is like Fascism and a bit like communism. Both strive for the control of the minds and bodies of their subjects. Birds of the same feather flock together.
The ministers of the Equality will not solve the big problem of gender terrorism. On the contrary the tendency shall be increased and could become paramount.
Ministry of equality is also a shop window department where the functionaries will amble the corridors with nothing to do all day like ghost. The ghost of revenge. To declare war to men.
Declaring war women is like to declare war on themselves. I feel sorry for those poor ladies massacred by their own next and kin and pity their stupid husbands. Play it cool men.
But we have to loathe the crime and show mercy or at least some understanding trying to understand not exonerate their hateful parricides their sin.
Women are abused but also men are abused and neglected- we have to weigh the two ends and not put only one in the balance.
Dramas inside the home.
The home is my castle, say the British, and Spaniards we share the same belief if somebody trespass our threshold of our physical abodes or attempts against the principles and “sacralitas” of our family bonds knives are yielded and guns flare.
I try to explain but not condone. Those cape and dagger events are not to be taken lightly by a society who thrives in morbid curiosity and thirst for sensationalism.
The cancer of domestic violence is spread through the headlines. It is like a poison inside us. Anyone can catch the virus inoculated by frivolity of a society eager for crude meat and appetizing the sins of the flesh.
What can you expect for a society who says I live on my own and I don’t care. That is your business?
Meanwhile the blood is spilt at bedrooms over settees or inside parking lots.
I am on my own. That is not my problem. Yes it is your problem. The whole explodes in this miscarriage of love in failure. False expectation.
Physiologists explain that when there is a gap among expectations and results unclenches disappointment and violence appears. Good lovers turned thus in bad companions.
Why?
Because they realize that they have married an stranger. Women and men tend to marry images and patterns through the attraction of sex and its sheer chemistry.
But sex is ephemeral. They are amorous not of a real person but on an ideal. A ghost like the phantoms coming up and forwards through the big corridor of the Ministries.
This is life a labyrinth. Romeos turne in despicable Othelos and princesses become Cinderellas and La mate porque era mía o mía o de la tumba fría.
The murders have an impact and the TV make money on this story of the winter of lives of discontent. A form of psychological terrorism. That is not fair