ARECES JOSÉ MANUEL DE AVILA. Editor .- The Reformer
say that in times of crisis comes the best we have within, as history shows us in dark times comes a person who takes the helm and returns, under storm surges, the ship of a nation to the still waters.
is clear that Spain has not played bottom yet, because we believe that Zapatero, Rajoy no, nor any of the mediocre who put their seats real patriotic, responsive to the image of these leaders by destination that arise in times of tragedy, and sacrifice everything for the common good. Zapatero has already shown that the contrary is that we sacrifice all for the private good. Mariano, meanwhile, remains comfortable with the opposition without getting wet feet, and everyone knows that if you get wet do not cross the Rubicon. I do not see any of our politicians to Churchill, a Foch, Espartero, Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar, Garibaldi, Viriato, the Stubborn, a John Adams. We know that the office of leader is frowned upon, especially in this country, because everyone ends maligned, forgotten by time, ruined and bloody. After his deeds, to them, the ungrateful people, the rage and envy, always end up eating his brave heart.
Spain lives alongside the greatest institutional crisis, moral and economic since the civil war, is the perfect storm. But have not yet sounded the trumpets that announce the fall of the cracked walls of the home. Because we have not yet hit bottom, apparently more accurate to immolate hundreds of thousands of black employees in the unemployment lists, further bankruptcies of firms and households, more separatist referendum, clouds of fire, windstorm and the unborn child inert abandoned in a plastic container, so come the time of rebirth. The gods always demand sacrifices, like to play with mortals to entertain his boring existence, back on Olympus.
Yesterday, watching the debate in Congress on the approval of the decree anti deficit, saw it all clear, crystalline, in tehcnicolor. Absolutely all parliaments were more predictable than the faces, the applause, the boos and to usher who functions as a water boy painted a boring landscape, deciduous, a perennial déjà vu that has lasted 30 long years. He saw the people's representatives as extras in a movie shoot, satiated test the same scene for the hundredth time, with movements tired and lacking any vital impulse, without originality, checking his watch and looking eager to recess.
probably another sign that shows that times have not yet reached its darkest moment, is the actual position of the common people. Nobody said a peep, not fists are raised demanding justice, there are voices in the crowd in squares and parks in demand for bread and justice, we see the angry masses ask for freedom and honesty. The nation derives the streets and their lives are carried by inertia, their heads resting on the legs of the elders who soothe their troubles to beat Grant, peons and pension. Sometimes gives the sensation on the skin that bull has fallen from the skies, when the meteorite, a huge dose of Valium which is the common become zombies, anesthetized and inane.
Probably this Orwellian landscape is a clear sign of end times. Some we do not accept, prefer to sell our lives dearly, deliver estates and effort, we often wonder, how can it be that the dough does not see the king naked?, Am I dreaming?, Am I the weird?.
As we say, resignation is tantamount to giving in to the game of the gods, and men are in the world to fight, to stand up when we fall, to get ahead. We can not have pending Mana, raise their hands begging for a little help to the state. We must regain our pride, our bad blood shed on the altar of freedom, rebelled against the softness and aspire to Parnassus heroes, deny the establishment and drive us into the forest. Stolen comfort is the first step, they comfort, because a human being can get used to living among garbage, misery, immersed in depression and not to move. Spain needs
horizons, collective work, hope, unattainable goals, poetry, sacrifice, but for noble causes. The people who swarm through the streets of the beautiful need dreams, theft of this boring outmoded form of democracy, aspirations, enemies external and a clear path. The people need to shake you, wake up, open our eyes and believe blindly. Against depression, action. The people need heroes, and distant horizons. This is probably
task for a handful of citizens immune to tranquilizers given us the system. We always have, that a small group of neighbors awake warn others of the fire.
But as pointed out earlier, it is likely that the time has not yet come, we see around us many who say that, and "something must be done, but on the other hand do not move a finger. Perhaps this may sound a bit authoritarian, but is the product of many years of observation: people always need someone to move, it's sad, but it's reality, we can observe in all instances and social environments. There are captains and passengers, the latter are the majority. Meanwhile, the national ship sailing the seas of destiny guided by amateurs, with a course that keeps us going round and round without a destination port. The rulers and aspirants to such English, send more and more citizens to the labyrinth, being killed by the minotaur such a multiple crisis, and we are not yet at a Theseus who knows how to end in tragedy.
citizens are required to get up early, sleepless and concerned citizens who say that of, Wake Spain damn this slumber, wake up because we expected a clean future, a beautiful port, but the road will not be free of obstacles. Wake Spain.
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