Chanchería monsters smile in public and squeeze in private. They are a love walking among the subjects (whom they call companions, as long as they subordinate themselves) with raised fists.
The subjects fear them. They know that just as they raise their fists, they lower their thumbs.
They are Mom and Dad guarding their private republic built with public funds. A world of ours with everyone's money.
Everything will be fine if no one misbehaves.
His Republic is an entire neighborhood, a "natatorium," a field where pigs are raised and the omnipresent helping hand of political power in the Chaco.
The monsters of the chanchería say "Hasta la victoria siempre" when they are not yet the monsters of the chanchería. And they greet "Hasta la victoria siempre" when they already are.
Are monsters or are they made?
The victory salute, the fist up -which has its own monument-, the flag of Cuba flying on the mast of the neighborhood school and the shirts of Che Guevara are a non-negotiable moral iconography.
If we greet like Che, we are Che.
In the private republic of the monsters of the chanchería governs the permanent revolution, but you have to live to a polit bureau fed with the bills of the governor Capitanich as the smoke revolutions are fed in the fiefdoms: Tomá, as long as you do not mess with me. And its counterpart: Give me, and I don't mess with you.
Rented militancy is safer.
As long as the alliance works, I will be your best man and I will do the prologue of your wife's book about you, leader of the north.
When you are arrested accused of being the monster of the chanchería, I go and say that justice has total freedom to investigate.
It is seen that there it is not obvious, but why clarify it?
And I say," says Capitanich, "that the victim's mother can come to see me whenever she wants.
The common man can now go up to the castle, the feudal lord authorizes, a month after Cecilia disappeared and just before the monsters of the chanchería – his protected partners of the private republic, to whom he wired funds until the moment they entered the cell – are prosecuted for the heinous crime.
It is not the fault of the one who feeds him, Capitanich alleges. It's from the pig.
As if they were pieces of the protective Russian mamushkas, Capitanich omits on the monsters of the chanchería what Cristina Kirchner omits on Capitanich.
So loquacious in these days of closing lists, the vice president – who at the time was photographed with her poster of where Santiago Maldonado is in the skirt – did not ask once where Cecilia Strzyzowski is.
The tragedy of the young man drowned in the Chubut River – abandoned there by the Mapuche who escaped, saw him sink and silenced him so that Kirchnerism in full accused the gendarmes – continues to be for her more tragedy than that of the girl pulverized in a chanchería of the political protégés of the friendly governor.
Perhaps he regrets more that in the midst of this circumstantial contingency of the horrendous assassination his former chief of staff has lost the PASO to Together for Change.
In the perversity of the smoke revolution, Cecilia annoyed the Sena when she was there and annoys Capitanich since she is gone.
In the private republic there is free stone for all companions, unless Mom and Dad have something to hide, like that girl who entered the family in an oversight.
An act of rebellion by his son, the piquetero prince who dared to choose a woman himself.
A relationship without the endorsement of the bridge.
A stowaway love.
The piquetero prince was not called Ernesto or Fidel, but César.
The revolution is fine, but better the empire.
The monsters of the chanchería never raised their fist for their daughter-in-law. They gave him a thumbs down and showed him the way of divorce and exile. But he was still there because Caesar insisted.
The monsters of the chanchería use telephones that change just the day in which the girl condemned to exile disappears. And one morning, generously, they begin to donate personal belongings – not from the State – to the poor.
Like the furniture in his house, right after Cecilia disappeared.
The double bed, what a symbol, was donated to a pregnant woman from the Emerencian Quarter, capital of the private republic.
One detail: the furniture arrived with blood stains.
When testifying about Cecilia's death, Papá said that he did not go because he was not there.
Mom said she didn't go, but she saw a lump in a room that could be a body.
The employee of Mom and Dad stated that on the day of the crime everything continued as usual in the house of the monsters of the chanchería, although there was a corpse in the bedroom.
After saying so, he asked for protection for his children. The smoke revolution breeds centrifugal terror.
The prince did not testify, but told a priest that he knew Cecilia had been killed.
Caesar practiced judo, a discipline that groups certain positions under the name shime-waza. They are strangulation techniques.
There are twelve different ways to do it, four of them from the back.
The young man had scratches on his neck. His DNA, if things happened like this, must have been under the fingernails of the victim in the body that is supposed to have been set on fire and crushed by the monsters of the chanchería.
He was whole when Mom saw him. What happened next?
The monsters of the chanchería activated the mechanisms of impunity to pulverize Cecilia.
It is remarkable that every move happened on the lands of his private republic.
Crime in the city house; bonfire in the chanchería; bones crushed to be swallowed by time in a river called Tragadero (attached to the chanchería); charred objects in the Emerencian Quarter.
The monsters of the chanchería have tried to erase all traces in what they believed the unpunished security of their revolutionary territory, which from prison they ask to keep "clean, presentable, as if we were there."
A private and meticulous disintegration of Cecilia, the girl the governor calls a "police case" and a month ago is on the lips of all Argentines, except Cristina.