I don't have social networks, nor all those things that seem essential to feel alive in that disturbing world of living ultracorps that parade through the streets and I imagine in their intimacy permanently hooked to the screen of a telephone or other devices that my illiteracy finds threatening or stultifying.
I am one of the pathetic old people who ask for help in banks, those evil, exploitative, disgusting and unpunished places, where you deposit your money and who allow themselves the luxury of despising old people, of forcing them to learn a technological language to claim what which is yours.
But my forced or vocational isolation from the disgusting here and now sometimes offers me welcome discoveries. I can still enjoy things that give me ozone in a world suffocating in its opportunism or stupidity. For example, I enjoy the priceless articles by Marías and Savater (what a pride for their expressiveness to be accused of being fascists by the powerful stupidity of current power, as the philosopher Pascal Bruckner also confesses that they are doing it with him) or that thanks to the
podcast
that a friend plays for me I listen to a radio program by Juan Carlos Ortega entitled
Las noche de Ortega
. In it, a mellifluous and empowered interviewer makes an Argentine actor, a professional fraud, speak so that he tells his opinion in the disgusting times of convenient power, that he speaks with common phrases and places, that he sells imposture as religion. And I laugh a lot, I am comforted by his audacity in a time as grotesque as it is foolish, and it is a respite for intelligence.
It is also provided by Broncano, that leader of the resistance.
Not the ubiquitous and very clever Ferreras.
Conventional televisions disgust me.
It was always like this.
But the progressive La Sexta even more so.
And I have always admired Wyoming,
showman
, cartoonist, interviewer and admirable character.
But I can't stand
The Intermission
in spite of him and that blonde monument that accompanies him
.
What laxity of the scriptwriters with the grotesque sociata and podemita.
It is always very easy to hang them.
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