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For all we know we left (because there is always an unshakable conviction, and sometimes among the few we have, the question is who is or is not reason, much less between who will give us more or less in political terms of "quality of life." The answer is always one and the know: We left because the left is the logical position. Or perhaps because the fault-in single act of wisdom and gratitude, let us know that the world and its benefits can not divided up as it is done today. It is not justice as we are a few who, at the expense of many, we have a decent life just and justifiable. ***


No. On the left are those on the left. And the left does not have many alternatives, nor much room to maneuver. The equation that defines us is as easy as difficult it is for those who still believe that accumulate capital guaranteed by the world's future. A simple division: Top: the world's resources. All without distinction. All, without borders or guarantees. Below: the people. The population that makes up this unique and chaotic world. All of them: the rich and poor, very poor and the dying, the plural and singular. Is the ratio? Still positive. Because the world is still enough for everyone, and perhaps very good shape. Despite being in the ranges of 6.500 million, the world still has enough for us to eat. Everyone, not few. Much, not crumbs. With due sobriety of some. With the palpable despair of every minute die of starvation, thirst or injustice. For all there. It's just that the world does not like it. ***

Every day we are many, among the left, we identified by the faint of heart. How dare you to eat if they hurt you so do not eat? How dare to suffer if I saw you smiling, side by side, in the events "chic" in which weekly concur? How do you think of advocating for the dying, if not being among them?

All these rhetorical questions built the great bridge of sophistry in which they live-who can not or will not notice. All men are mortal. All men need to eat to live. If you do not eat, do not you think, because you're dead. And if you're dead, do not listen, because I am a mortal with more time on my card. Individualistic nonsense. Shit in the eyes of those who choose not to watch but noted with a terrifying vengeance. And, worse, is that on the other hand, the stern of the boat, the blind side of the vehicle, the rear of the starship, a world that is upon us rapidly. The world is dry and die. The world that once exploited and discard every day. The water ends and someone throws on any street corner and spitting, from the end of the hose to wash the stains from your sidewalk or watering the flowers in vitro that keeps on his balcony, in any city away from the impending famine , or thirst devastating, but you go through your head all these throats who faint in the middle of the Sahara as they are not a drop to drink. ***


And say that it is possible to escape the fallacy. Say you can survive and also speak of the almost dead. Let's say that our point is taken seriously, and that does not require credentials to be validated before the eyes of all those who care nothing beyond their condo and added value of their real estate. Think of the left, almost tiny, and mounted on a commodity, as long as half or lower house Third, dares to look outside the bubble.


The Constant Gardener:

"We can not save the world, you know That. We Can not help them all." the husband tells his wife taken away.
"But We Can Help These Two, right now. Let's take Them Home. It's 40 miles away. It's going to take an Them Entire day to get there ... ", she replies,
Then he accelerates his Land Rover in the middle of the road between Nairobi and elsewhere. And always disappointed to the point that, when she is murdered, he has no idea of who was or what he was doing in the middle of Africa row, next to him.


*** And this is how it operates. All the time. The left with its premise and its sense of being right. From be right. to believe in something that is obvious and that everyone else ought to understand because of it. Unable to look at those others who are many and various, but not reason or understand or build scenery of the how they built their naivete left theirs. And to make matters worse, there are those who assume that social consciousness has degrees and levels, and the pity is measurable to the point where the enemy is one who has as many medals as one. If you have not lived in poverty, three points behind. If you have not taken a rifle and dreamed of the rebellion, six points behind. If you have not kissed the cheeks of an old pauper in the Sierra Gorda of Querétaro, ten points behind. You do not belong here. Go with the others.


*** Meanwhile, in Orange County today are many of those other sitting, martini in hand, on the edge of the terrace of 360 degrees, at the corner of his fickle bubble: the real world off. Large blind. Those who assume that in 20 years can eat $ 100 bills steamed to stop the rotten crowd. Spinach for a cruel one-eyed sailor. The Popeye do not know anything beyond the beautiful meadows that are then drying or under the water than the Atlantic Ocean, in open revolution, he is giving away five meters above their condominium in Palm Beach. The trillionaires still playing Monopoly with each other, and are confident that the grotesque accumulation of wealth with which they have been blessed after 50 years of free market, will serve as protection against the exodus that hunger, drought and warming must bring global to millions of dispossessed before the doors of their ridiculous personal havens. And yet, while the rigor of nature will not be drastic enough, these mannequins of goodwill not only move a finger, but will continue ruling the world leaders, most general level, and will continue sponsoring soap powder Aloe Vera, bars of soap that smell like lavender (L No. 5 Johnson & Johnson), gyms and restaurants anaerobic underwater, 800 meters above the world, from the concrete tower that is nearing completion in Dubai, look down with disbelief that characterizes those who opt for the permanent. No, warming There is no global. The famine still a problem of those paupers who do not mind. The Forbes list is still on track to be run. ***


Statistically, the masters of the world are summarized in a few thousand. With precision dark, archaic imperialism that Marx and Engels predicted 150 years ago is now a reality in which quinientasytantas families control 60% of global GDP. And while some starve and others of boredom, some sort unpredictable click the middle of everything you have in your hands the course of history. Well, as always, and by the grace of imperfection of democracy, is the surviving middle class in the western world has the implicit power and the word palpable to correct or strengthen the political destiny of mankind. The same middle class that defends the price of their hooves these small achievements of comfort that holds against the dispossessed. It constitutes the largest market around the world marketing. The maximum target advertisers, publirrelacionistas, bars, civility and all the pleasures of the West together. For the rich, the really rich, do not mix or vinegar or oil. They live a world apart. Those fighting the left to those not on either side of the trench. In the mean, the track of the Roman circus where lions marketing hybrids are always ready to prosecute, adjust or swallow the will of the enlightened minorities who end up being the defining votes depositing and build the power of democracy. Demogracia. Jo, thank you.


*** That is the fight. In this middle class that is more frightening than average. Clasemiederos. Clasemierderos. Defenders crumbs. Courtiers who eat what their monarchs drop out of the corners of their mouths of mistletoe rotten. Weak-minded, faint of heart, weak of anxiety because the anxiety goes up and down as it comes and goes a viagra pill. Drugged, sleeping, entertaining. Custodians of the stories and wills. Pusillanimous stems from the fact that not feeling hungry already feel satisfied. And worse: the world also believe satisfied. Stools without remedy. Base station antennas, powering any speech forgetfulness. Thus forgetful. Parents and children of oblivion. Incoherent larger than those granted by monosyllables. Pimps of justice. Hookers for their own shortcomings. Incapable. Amputees. More dead than the dead. Dwarfed.


*** This is the bucket where they cook the truth, hard and unforgiving as the hunger of the hungry, along with the agreement and compromise that-victims of so many lions are rolled to a boil and without looking at consequences. And that's where some who live in that "we have left-tiny unfold and shine to stay alive, worthy of something better than a bad life or starvation, and hopeless observers marshmallow world to our side passes and passes, every day. That is the battlefield. Not Miami, Manhattan and Santa Fe. Not that of Palermo, Palermo Hollywood and Las Lomas de Chapultepec. There is no point preaching to the hungry hunger or satiety between satisfied within such dissatisfaction. None will hear the voice of the real world, at least not now, before the break and pseudoequilibrio not nothing but massacres and misery on the floor of the planet. The battle is between those who have ears but they choose not to listen. With those names but prefer to keep quiet. Among those who can still move and be moved without sin to call them cheaters or superfluous. ***


The story so far, seems to confirm that Thomas Hobbes supposed injustice as a starting point of man, the "Natural State" of cavemen shitty hungry and has been translated, with great sophistication must be said - in these reasons mean that society and the world live as axioms in life. We loved envious and repulsive by nature, and this story positivist between Smith, Keynes, Churchill, Stalin and Nixon has been vomited on, is the only way-prophecy-that-well we have a final, apocalyptic ultradescrito. The Mad Max and not Blade Runner. The 12 Monkeys and not Star Wars. The new planet Mars, and inscrutable desert, rather than the harmonious and progressive society that the power of language could help to create. ***


was born 28 years ago. I do not know how many stay. At the rate I, might be a few, or maybe not (because life continues to surprise, in spite of us.) I doubt if the human race does (and doing quite well) die, all this history and these images and these computers could be understood by the next dominant race. That is, do not believe in perpetuity, much less in our history as a species in the universe. And so I appeal to those who listen, who want or will listen. For those who dare to take half a second in this medium clasemierdero as it turns out the blog: If not us, no not here, if not now, the world will probably end up late and without remedy. Do something. We can. What we want. But something. Convincing a friend not so difficult. Convincing an immune can be achieved. But convince yourself is most important. ***


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One could always worth insisting to explain something that is very simple. Why is it more sensible to be left from right? For a very clear reason: Because it is right.

However, as the right has always tried to adhere to the morality that is most pragmatically appropriate, this argument is not so easy to define as it seems.

But yeah. It is eminently simple. And this truism is that so many social groups to explain to choke someone as stupid as certain, which is Hugo Chavez. O so gray but as pragmatic as it has been Néstor Kirchner.


what lies the heart of the problem? That, rightly or wrongly, the welfare of many almost always depends on the sacrifice of the few. Think of France: The fiscal and tax scheme would be unacceptable to many of the "other" western countries. However, our democracy works. And not just work: Even conservatives have held power for more than twelve years. And although many issues relating to U.S. foreign policy have changed, the fact is that the standard of living and working conditions have remained almost intact. Why? Because France is not afraid of democracy. How? Through a participatory society in which many countries would envy.

Think not only in health but in any other worthy social symptom manifestation. In Mexico, I have memory, all those who dare to take to the streets are immediately branded as "PRD" violent. Disrespectful, rebellious against the institutions. Insurmountable.

Yet, Mexico has never climbed any violence could break 15 cars in a week. Never such "violence" has gone from the streets. Never had any of this violence has actually "stopped" the country. But yes: A lot governments have not noticed baptize as major destabilizing the nation, and then suppress them with bare hands or dirty gloves.

really are dead. Are no better than Guatemala or El Salvador, even Honduras, at least as far as democracy is concerned. We are wrong, we're crazy. And although our conviction is la de prestar atención, eso no habrá de salvarnos mayormente. No somos nada. Y no lo somos, porque no lo queremos.

México no tiene rango de juego. Ni mucho menos lo tiene Estados Unidos. Como bien dice Michael Moore, en su último documental, el imperio y sus cachorros sólo esperan el momento en el que puedan desesperanzar a la gente. Porque ciertamente es más manejable aquel pueblo aterrado de sus gobernantes -ese, comprador de armas que pretenden hacerle sentir en control- que aquel "otro" gobierno, ese realmente aterrado de sus pobladores: porque son capaces de diferir, discernir, pensar y concluir.

Y por eso es que nos enfrentamos ante un monstruo jamás antes visto. El monstruo de la conformidad y contempt for others. The monster of silence and we'll see. The monster now. The monster from scratch.

We are condemned to die. Even in the best cities in the world. Even in Manhattan and Brooklyn: There is nothing we can cope with the insurmountable fact that we will remain alone, or leave alone those who love us: We will die on our own will. The willingness of development. The way of the future, industry, desire. All buried under the impossibility of being all players. Because you can. Because really, there is room for all stories.

But no matter. Persist. Shut up. Continue. We will believe soldiers, rescue workers, deserving of care. Michael Moore's of petatiux.


Although in the end, always resound the same epitaph: "Hasta la victoria siempre." And while Disney says "And beyond."

After that we made.