ARECES .- JOSE MANUEL
Today I was able to meet again through the network with an old acquaintance, an intelligent, free and great ideas, a pariah of our time, an outcast by the clan bureaucratic guide the destinies of the country.
Spain in its history is the accumulation of two parallel paths, the rulers, bureaucrats and pen pushers toady, and the way of free men also helped us to be something great despite kicking, tripping, putadas, envy and wrath of the former. When the nail stands out, the hammer comes swiftly to crush the head, that is our Spain. Here are a lot of bad baba and if you walk under the radar you put your neck on the pond at the drop of a hat. To succeed you have to join a clan and laugh thank mediocre turn, be a family determined, where getting caught up in bitter cucumbers, or kneel before the highest bidder. Think for yourself, point out the king naked, sing to Forty-powerful, or gestures are demanding justice for the wall, the sambenito and public shame, and has been since the dawn of time.
I'm attracted to free people who get into trouble, those who are silent or under water, quixotic, loa anti-heroes, the losers, those who raise the flag when it touches those who say the naked truth, the wearing the suit but have patched up their heads held high. At that meeting generally more merit and originality, more authenticity than any player slimy of those who sadly populate our skin too much of bull.
These are the people who attract the outrage, envy, blasphemy, to which the eggs were broken sticks, but what ever you draw a confession nor renounce my faith. These are people who have many more clubs over one brings a fig, and allowed to look down and challenge to power. Because they have nothing to lose because they can not steal anything else, and what they have inside is not sold on newsstands, or purchase a master, is drawn in a lottery or you can steal. They always have and own light shine, do not require lights, flashes, scenes, or mamporreros lackeys and thugs. They are friends fight for a photo opportunity to side of a personality, because they have too much dignity. Are those to which information on a fatal friends and some place, but deaf, are routed to him with the sad certainty of a final assured, because the honor, truth, or force one's fate. Inadvertently or unintentionally, are the bearers of national honor. That
handful of free people are unhealthy habit to sacrifice for just causes, conquering continents, to invent new drugs, writing works of genius, to attempt impossible tasks with success and in most cases tend to be broke and forgotten. As I say our history is shaped by many of them but their names do not appear, and today many others live in our environment, as I say it is easy to locate them. Normally the most glorious moments of our country have been embroidered by hand and painted with his blood, but in the end, the merit it has been awarded the rosters. They do not usually go passing the buck, or cursing the neighbor without cause, or envying the foreign capital. Freeloaders are not presented, or ask for grants, building their future with their own merit, and as said Marcus Annaeus Lucan, are moving away from the palace, because virtue and power does not go well.
of wanting a better future for this land, and where to bet, I put on their side, and I know that I play board, finances, spouse and up the name, but having to let something along the way, I'd rather do it in good company with his head held high, with honors, which indelibly stained with the soot that adorns the top brass and his whole stinking of sheep Jarc. I prefer to remember their names and write their stories, because to talk about famous and powerful and are the well-paid pen pushers, aspirants and pompous professors of history.
To be great as a nation, first we have to be big on the inside, to live better, first we have to be better. Because there is no glory of the good without honor.
