02/10/2020 - 21:08
Clarín.com
Opinion
Violence rises in flames, in burning tires that block the busy, nocturnal, inflamed and detained General Paz, by groups and bus drivers.
Their anger sputters after the point-blank murder of Pablo Flores, also a driver, who was liquidated without extenuating circumstances, although it is not clear why.
The fire devastates trees, spreads through the grasslands, there is a black aroma, there are rubber bullets, police advances, and also from the protesters there is a dispute and there are screams and ash in the wind.
A battle.
Yesterday, here.
Now.
At dawn the ferocity grows, the anger rises, the faces flare up in prayers and complaints.
Flores was 28 years old, and had two children.
Everything is over.
The insecurity hurts La Matanza and cannot be hidden.
Violence is not a prediction.
Violence is daily, it hurts, kills and unleashed it fuels more tensions and nonsense.
Sabina Frederic, the Minister of Security, blamed the City police for the murder of the Montada policeman, Juan Pablo Roldán, father of a son who died surrounded by
delusional controversies and blatant government irresponsibility
.
Mystic -this was his horse's name-, now without a rider, he may not understand the collective unreason that he took from his friend.
Perhaps the horse continues to await the arrival of Juan Roldán, who will never return.
The ideologized civil servant, in charge of guaranteeing the safety of all, was very busy in getting rid of any relationship with the losses that occur.
Violent Argentina erupts in a boil that perhaps incubates other even greater eruptions.
Danger hovers everywhere.
There is no segment liberated from armed robbery, premeditated murder or not, there is no shelter to protect an insane person who does not know what he is doing but who rabidly takes the life of an innocent person, there is no brake on those who run into automobile bites and they kill at full speed.
It is not tremendous.
It is observing and witnessing reality with open eyes.
Violence is poverty, the indigence in ever higher tides of millions of young people and children, the brutal ineffectiveness of the castes adhering for decades to their thrones nestled in the prehistory of democracy.
The increasing devaluation is violent.
Inflation is violent.
The controls that multiply are violent.
The haughty and augmented bureaucracy is violent.
The tremendous statement by Carlos Raimundi, the Argentine ambassador to the OAS,
justifying the mass killings and torture in Venezuela is violent and shameful
.
As Felipe González, the former Spanish Prime Minister, pointed out on several occasions: "
We must not forget the accomplices of the Venezuelan dictatorship
."
The almost daily contradictory mutation of the words of the First Magistrate and the egomaniacal vice-presidential encapsulation produces more tension than the declaimed pacification.
The coronavirus does not stop exploding.
Verifying it is extremely violent after the interminable and ineffective quarantine, as eternal as it is ambiguous, according to the vision of the Prime Magistrate.
A province, San Luis, walled in, closed in on itself, wrapped in the usual delusions and abuse.
It confuses quarantine with autonomous resolution of the universal plague
.
However, it does not resolve the abuses that ended the lives of Florencia Magalí Morales and Franco Maranguello, decisively detained for allegedly violating the quarantine and found dead in gloomy cells.
It is worth reciting the names over and over again, because forgetfulness in these cases is the worst of sins.
In Tucumán, Luis Espinosa disappeared, died and thrown into a ravine in Catamarca is another deceased, evidence of furtive and open violence.
The vertical kingdom of Santa Cruz, a blood ally of the Casa Rosada, is overflowing with the plague.
In the empire of Formosa, in which the abdication of Gildo Insfrán does not exist, everything is opaque, ironclad and no number is reliable.
Abuses sink into the swamp of enigmas.
Facundo Astudillo Castro, according to the autopsy, drowned.
What happened?
Perplexities do not enable responses.
The Court produced an oasis, at least momentary
.
It limited in principle the vice president's excessive ambition to
exonerate herself
.
Igneous, fiery and incandescent, scorching, unfair and poor, Argentina faces its destiny and exhibits its dark side.
But there are also glimpses of some clarities, perhaps utopian, but indispensable.
They are not mirages, there was a limit rationally imposed by the Court, but at the same time an irrationally effusive reaction from the Praetorian Guard that dogmatically defends the former president.
Submissive, the guardians wander in the same old tirades.
"The fault lies with the media," they repeat.
They do not even go to renewed speeches.
They are in power.
But when are they?
They are inhabiting the past, and thus - past - they do not understand the present.
And they despise the future.