This is why the network of strangers continues to be interesting, to clarify the feelings that a world that I sometimes don’t understand and people that I don’t understand and that fortunately I would never meet in my real life, produce in Me. . We must not forget that these people exist. It’s important
"However, I do no harm to anyone By following the paths that do not lead to Rome"
Everyone knows that at present, this manifesto not to listen to the sound of military music cannot be read literally. The bugles that sound in our century are not military. I grew up listening to Brassens, my father took his records hidden in the fabric lining of his suitcase during the dictatorship, just as he brought the books of Ruedo Ibérico. I grew up listening to him and understanding what he said, things about speaking a language that almost no one cares about anymore. His song “La Mauvaise Réputation” was banned from French radio upon its release in 1952 and in our country it could only be heard in Spanish when Paco Ibáñez performed it after Franco’s death and approval of the Constitution.
And yet, his libertarian message is still very much alive. After the whistle, the sound of the bugle, the call of rebuttal does not suit me. I even have a friend who calls me the Hegelian, because of my long habit of stating theses and antitheses before formulating my own opinion. This remains perfectly possible, whether Trump wins, Sánchez governs, Feijóo wins or Le Pen raises his head and Mélenchon ignites. It’s a personal attitude, a way of being in the world that they want us to lose. What was once normal becomes a kind of heroism. The herd. The flock advances and seems to protect, the sheep which gets lost or stops to think for a moment stays behind and is pointed out even by the penguins. George was right.
We are free to think whatever we want – I can’t believe I’m writing this at this point – and also to express it. I can handle it. My ideals will not weaken by reading or hearing to the contrary, nor by hearing thousands of cenutrios screaming. They bark, and that’s all. If I defend one thing or another, I choose to do so with my own arguments and not with arguments which, by the way, tend to be intellectually poor and manufactured for the use of undemanding listeners or readers , those that we can do without having. So I can perfectly argue about the radical uselessness of a leader without resorting to a mantra about how his party historically handles disasters which, hey, might have been original to those who created it but which I find unbearable when it is repeated like a chant by communicators, tweeters and others. On the other hand, such a brilliant idea can be easily dismantled by listing the failures of opponents. Hegel and his State as the conclusion of a dialectical process and this is why neither we are all in the State nor the people replace it. Thinking is a healthy exercise. Seek new, exciting perspectives on the issue; Even disagreeing with majority opinion produces an inner satisfaction that I recommend. The bugle, the bugle, how uncomfortable it is, whether it is played by the bugler or by the leader of the ranks!
And why do we have to go to I don’t know what social network now? And above all, why do we have to say it in public so as not to ignore the clarion call? The herd Social networks have undoubtedly led to a democratic deterioration in a way that we could not have predicted, by corrupting and vitiating, through traps, the environment of a formed and informed public opinion, essential in a democracy. This was not only possible through technology, but also through the human component that was made visible. Wherever they migrate, they will not change the people with whom we share a country or civilization. They are there. It is true that I wrote a long time ago that public organizations and institutions should think about how to remain, finance and provide content and legitimacy to a private network whose internal algorithms and who charges and profits from their maintenance. I said it and I reaffirm myself. I refused to pay Musk a single cent and I won’t. The followers are disappearing and I’m not worried, let’s see if they scam them all. But leaving the abominable network these days and publicly proclaiming in a book burning that I’m leaving it? This is another stage of the bugle, I prefer to remain quiet while the procession passes. It’s not for nothing, I’ve had an account on the other blue site for many months and also on many others that exist – especially so that they don’t usurp my name – but I don’t use them not and I have no interest in reproducing an adventure which was beautiful while it lasted but which will never be the same anywhere again.
I almost force myself to continue in the network of the unknown as penance. I am fortunate, like many of you, to have grown up in a civilized and educated environment, in which even bad people kept their manners. What we called education, to protect us from our own bad instincts. Every day I have the chance to meet colleagues, artists, writers, doctors, lawyers, with well-equipped heads, whatever their political leaning, with whom it is a pleasure to share a debate, a meal, and even a lively discussion. .illustrated. At a certain age we realize that this is luxury and not a suitcase with anagrams.
This is why the network of strangers continues to be interesting, to clarify the feelings that a world that I sometimes don’t understand and people that I don’t understand and that fortunately I would never meet in my real life, produce in Me. . We must not forget that these people exist. It’s important. People incapable of thinking beyond the slogan, people consumed by envy, people with resentments that even the best psychiatrist could not cure, poor people who think they are someone who gossips, people who flaunt their shame as if they were treasures, ignorant people who believe they are wise, verbal fighters who do not recognize the logic of an argument even if they are paid, absurd people, sad, helpless people, of the deceivers, gold diggers and swindlers, lawyers of dry lands, judges of the gallows, pagans for a little money that life has not given them. All of them exist and will exist and even if you have managed to get rid of them, it is good to remember that they are still there, that they coexist with you in a country and also in this abominable social network, but that they are still far away and can’t touch you.
No, don’t look for me by the sound of a bugle. I always follow the roads that don’t lead to Rome. This goes against my own nature. If when you blow my ashes you want to say an epitaph to the wind, don’t hesitate: free thinker.
