When our bubble bursts

“If every Spaniard spoke about what he understood, and nothing more, there would be a great silence that we could take advantage of for study.”

The well-known phrase is by Manuel Azaña and was uttered a century before the large platforms had granted us the deceitful freedom of being able to display unnecessary and undocumented opinions on a daily basis for anyone to see, proudly, without shame and with a desire to exhibition, because I'm worth it and because they're going to shit themselves, because today it's time to join a lynching and I don't want to be left without throwing this stone that will finish off the one who is already dying.

In conclusion, the complete opposite of what the old Republican preached.

The new business model thrives on noise and is erasing the concepts of prudence, concern, and compassion from our vocabulary.

If it happens that someone is discovered in a resignation, in a mistake, or even more so, in a crime, how not to join the great celebration of cruelty, because cruelty, that is what we have forgotten. , is not exercised only when attacking an innocent person, cruelty is also unnecessary cruelty towards the guilty.

If justice exists, no matter how imperfect it may be, it is because we need a mediator to avoid personal or collective revenge.

But today, thanks to the great God of the networks, we are witnessing a permanent trial, always situated in the jury seats and secretly fearing that one day we will see ourselves in the place of the prisoner.

Forgotten is that old progressiveness that detested those who raised their arms in front of the courts, those people so lacking in emotions in their lives that they were charged with adrenaline by going to spit and insult the detainees long before the trial took place.

Those ideas of coexistence that promoted the tempering of emotions have become obsolete and now there are no prison sentences that satisfy us, there is no insult that is equal to our anger or a blunder that we do not want to sink our teeth into.

The right always had a repressive and reprimanding desire, and for this it counted on the churches on duty, which did the dirty work of sneaking into intimate lives, punishing sins of thought, word, deed or omission.

But it is worrying that today the left, with so much work to do in an increasingly threatening world, wastes so much time in stupid reprimands, spoiling the behavior of people who, in many cases, are very close to its postulates, even though they have suddenly had a resignation and have deviated from the template set out in the manual of good opinions.

It is an ancient sin of the left: to attack virulently against the comrade who expresses his opinion freely, to immediately come out in defense of a supposed virtue.

It is not necessary to be a pessimist to warn that the panorama that is approaching us, flanked by Putin to the east and possibly by Trump to the west, with a terrifying coincidence of unscrupulous men at every strategic point on the map, forces us to have a great fortitude of mind.

At this moment, getting bogged down in sterile debates is a clear reflection that we are willing to drink every last drink of our privilege.

Faced with this stubborn blindness, the thinker Naomi Klein reflected on the youthful turn to the right, in line with her latest book

, in which she writes, among other things, about this left paralyzed by the overwhelming force of a virtual world that transmutes personalities. : “It has to do with the censorious passion of the left, with that surveillance of speech and the cruelty they display when someone crosses the line.

I wish we thought more about how to fatten our ranks than about how to purify them.”

It happens that lost in a moment of self-indulgence, we will continue floating in the small bubble that isolates us from the world, until it suddenly explodes and we are left floating in the void.

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