The pomp and the “lambo”: the skid of Amadeo Llados

The seven of cups from the Rider Waite tarot deck is, in my opinion, the card that best explains the present.

A man with his back turned, fascinated by the appearance of seven glasses floating in the mist.

From each of them arise the banal and the unknown, threats and promises, fascinating you with the pomp of the immediate.

Everything that is promised to you will vanish as soon as you stretch out your hand.

And yet, his brilliance bewitches him until he loses his mind.

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Without the plasticity that illustrator and Golden Dawn member Pamela Colman Smith gave to this deck, the mobile screen has offered us the same thing for hours, every day, for years.

One of its craziest and most pathetic exponents is that narcissistic and functionally illiterate known as Llados, named Amadeo.

This carnival charlatan, a devilish embodiment of an impossible Tom of Finland, galvanized from among the worst nightmares of a Pedro Vera, is followed by thousands of poor low-class devils with no job expectations who—knowing that life is very bitch and that there is little work and low pay—they give him the little money they have, in the hope of achieving what the hypertrophied tacky Miami resident promises:

tattoos, lambos

, girls, a

fuckin

mansion, and earning 500K a year.

And the rest, pocket change.

The enemy of the mileurist belly insults them, tells them that it is their fault that things are not going well because they do not get up at five in the morning to do

burpees

and meditate on who knows what.

Llados is, to give you an idea, the “slip” that remains in the toilet of the wildest capitalism.

A lying and lacking skid.

Last Friday,

The Investigation Team

broadcast a much-needed program with data that any Internet user knows, but that are completely unknown to Llados' potential victims.

Congratulations to those responsible for preparing and issuing it.

The world has reached an extreme of broken promises and an uncertain future in which soon there will be no middle class, only an immense lower class on the edge of the poverty line.

Whoever promises to “get out of the Matrix” is the worst of his accomplices.

Stay away from characters like Llados, and warn whoever you can.

He seems like an idiot, but he's worse than that.

He is a jackal of broken souls.

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