Tired of such nonsense, overwhelmed by the inefficiency of a left living reproach and the exaltation of the leader, and disgusted by a right hand that opens up new forms of cynicism and brazenness never seen before, I decided to behave like a man and finally take a stand.
Gone are the years (which are perhaps months) in my blog was visited friendly given my position recurrence of the 2006 election. And yes, little by little, all the hosts pejelagartinas, who still appreciate the simple act of disagreeing, eventually moving into even more specific and consistent as "The path of peje" or himself (and chingón) Pedro Miguel Blog .
And although I must confess that at first I liked the idea of \u200b\u200bgiving my energies to Peje, especially if he thought the ego succulent increase of hits on my blog, I finally tired of the sterile argument against our right as crooked, and I returned to my old-and-tight songs that fortunately nobody cares. The result? A sensible politicism decline in visits coupled with certain claims that led me to open this, my abandonadísimo political blog.
And that I have abandoned because of input-no one pays me for writing about politics. I am not a Katia D'Artigues sponsored by your girlfriend or boyfriend in turn, nor a hiker feels the least recalcitrant need to savagely defend the few things I find indefensible in this country. And meanwhile, huddled in my comfortable apathy in Mexico is going through what ever and prophesied: And is that after months of subtle media campaign finally don Felipón the arena Calderón has launched its much-anticipated "energy reform" with the obvious and respective eSPOTS involved, and the eagerly-than-expected Repsol friends must benefit from this "hidden treasure under the sea."
Ay. friends. If I have not written my nonsense is precisely because I am overwhelmed by the inability of the Mexican people absolutísima to realize anything. And is that what the Americans call "Preaching to the converted" (which means "preaching to the converted") is not mine. I am not interested to join in the denunciation of what I've been waiting since the presidency brokered Felipón is doubtful. And not because it bothers me the PAN unpalatable or toy soldiers. Quite simply, Mouriño, Abascal, Calderon, Fox and Salazar -Or what is the same, "all the miserable numerary of Opus Night governing this country, I fall on the tip of the very tanates. I deeply despise, and more than I ever could despise the poor egomaniac Andrés Manuel. But his game is so clear and front, then I prefer to immerse myself in the pursuit of my needs rather than hopeful about the policy proposal of a left sprawled like the one I supported, witnessed and experienced throughout my life.
Not that I believe or am excited about the bureaucratic attitude of Jesus Ortega shitty or yours: On the contrary. The greedy mongrels I find almost as nasty as their own PAN. Sulking in his "political correctness" are able to support anything that allows them to continue charging fees patronage how well they live. Zambranito and Ortega, together with all their offspring have left the same as I have a church acolyte. And for them everything is a give and take which must always be in control of extra-economic apparatuses (ie street vendors throughout the province and so on) that finally provoked simply want to vomit.
Well: The media seems to be entusiasmadísimos with the most recent example of stupidity and disorganization that the PRD has given him fucking the Mexican left. Vapid news-hungry, day after day we have to shoot the stupidities of a henchman of his own ignorance, as is Ricardo German, or Katia D'Artigues one who writes a blog well acotadito pagadito and the newspaper that hosts it. And while not blame them, since the PRD has worked to highlight its status as fragmentation and stupidity, more than ever, they do noto an effort that exceeds the natural curiosity, and walking in the grounds of "Chayo" more evident. And thanks to that is that Ricky German, so out of arguments and syntax, can swallow almost daily polanquito and its surroundings, while "engaged" is dedicated to slyly shred the mess of our stupid left.
From this perspective so depressing is that I justify my shield and, cruelly, and then I venture to explain why my utter laziness to write about politics. What the hell care if a deranged lunatic like me gets to opine about anything, while in this country continue to rule the pedophiles (Marin), the worst corrupt (Mourinho) and the entirely stupid (Ebrard)? What the fuck is used to report what is obvious to me, if everyone is covered under your blanket political and emotional, and ignores what for many is a word full?
All this agony media has led me to the most unimaginable limits of my policy positions. Today I dare say, without shame, that this "left" Mexico does not get anything other than the sharpest provoke nausea, and my own conception of "left" has been severely battered since Marcelo is his " bastion "while the" mongrels "insist on seizing absolute control. Really
me interested in supporting a political institution as cowardly as the PRD? Is that the right has finally got what we always pursue the "right" of the world? "Finally our left is unusable and fragmented bimbo bread gods have always wanted?
It appears so. The PRD is no more, and the left has returned to its conceptual position in the world: ergo, no.
The motivation that was once lost and left our position, read the economic and social equality or equal rights and obligations, now is only a paltry wrestling ring. Gentlemen: We have lost the battle last year and half, and the worst is that this trip was not even voting power to make us better or stronger.
With all the overwhelming progress that could lobby the left in the last election, coming hard on the third of the electorate who had never been seduced, our power and our moral and intellectual authority are more corroded than ever. The former "leader" today is nothing but a caricature of himself, complete with what grieves me to admit his weakness.
Andrés Manuel and the left have been tamed by the power of television, ignorance and their own inability to generate discourse honest and credible. At least for the bulk of the population. And that, ladies and few of my readers, is a bit depressing.
Thus, after hesitating for a long time, today I decided to invent from scratch a new political stance. And yes, as I say some, may be said of downtown but is evidently "left." And is that the "left", as I conceive, no is the shit patronage of the dogs or amlos. The left is, and should simply be the position that advocates the right that everyone has to live with dignity. The position tolerant versus intolerant. The conciliatory stance versus antagonized just because. The position that seeks to survive the suburbs and not the "suburbs." The position that has the human toll that gives us the third world instead of trying to eradicate it and become semi-automatons who are not able to enjoy their environment and culture.
For all this, today I decided to found the political party most absurd thing I've ever seen the light (or darkness) of our ephemeral country. Today I declare if necessary, honorable founder of the Extreme Party Center. Or if you prefer, the Radical Center Party. Decided a name yet, but the position is clearer than ever:
For all tired of the sterile corporate dispute between the polled and decentralized many. For all those who believe that "naco" is so dull as to say "strawberry." For all those who imagine a first world country not because of not smoking, nor third world because of poverty. For all who do not find place in the political spectrum in this ball of opportunists who are only there to collect the lucrative salaries. To all who understand that in politics there is no enemies, although opponents. For all those who know how to play as if, instead of acting as if playing. To all who are tired of living in a Mexico uneven and obviously could not be.
could go on and on, but I think the position is quite clear. I invite you to dissent from the ordinary. I invite you to become part of a different motive to fight for shit. Politics is not just X or Y. Also, suddenly, there may be Z. And in this policy of three dimensions is that I planted, calmly, and with all my appreciation for people still struggling from the PAN or pejeísmo, I dare to invite everyone.
I do not care if I have reason. I care that I care about others.
And enough for me. At least until next time.
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