That’s why the network of unknowns continues to be interesting, to clear up the feelings that a world that I sometimes don’t understand and people that I don’t understand and that fortunately I would never run into in my real life, produces in me. It is necessary not to forget that these people exist. It is important
"Je ne fais pourtant de tort à personne En suivant les chemins qui ne mènent pas à Rome"
Everyone knows that currently this manifesto of not getting up to the sound of military music cannot be read in literal terms. The bugles that sound in our century are not military. I grew up listening to Brassens, my father brought his records hidden in the cloth lining of his suitcase during the dictatorship, just as he brought Ruedo Ibérico books. 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 “The Bad Reputation” was banned on French radio upon its release in 1952 and in our country it could not be heard in Spanish until Paco Ibáñez performed it once Franco had died and the Constitution had been approved.
And yet its libertarian message is still very much alive. Following the whistle call, the clarion sound, the rebuttal call does not suit me. I even have a friend who calls me the Hegelian, because of my long-standing habit of stating theses and antitheses before formulating my own opinion. It is still perfectly possible to do so, whether Trump wins, Sánchez governs, Feijóo wins or Le Pen rears his head and Mélenchon becomes inflamed. It is a personal attitude, a way of being in the world that they want us to lose. What was once normal is becoming a kind of heroism. Le troupeau. The flock advances and seems to protect, the sheep that gets lost or stops to think for a moment stays behind and is pointed out even by the one-handed. George was right.
One is free to think what one wants – I can’t believe I’m writing this at this point – and also to express it. I can stand it. My ideals are not going to falter by reading or hearing the opposite nor by hearing thousands of cenutrios howling. They bark, well that’s it. If I defend one thing or another, I choose to do so with my own arguments and not with arguments that, by the way, tend to be intellectually poor and manufactured for the use of undemanding listeners or readers, those that one can do without having. So I can perfectly argue the radical uselessness of a ruler without resorting to a mantra about the way his party historically manages catastrophes that, hey, could have been original to the first ones who created it but that I find insufferable when it is repeated as a chant by communicators, tweeters and the like. On the other hand, such a brilliant idea can be easily dismantled by listing the failures of the opponents. Hegel and his state as the conclusion of a dialectical process and that is why neither all of us are in the state nor do the people replace it. Thinking is a healthy exercise. Seek new perspectives on the issue, exciting; Even dissenting from the majority opinion produces an intimate satisfaction that I recommend. The bugle, the bugle, how uncomfortable it is, whether it is played by the bugler or the leader of the ranks!
And why do we have to go now to I don’t know what social network? And, above all, why does it have to be said in public so as not to ignore the clarion call? The flock Social networks have undoubtedly led to democratic deterioration in a way that we were not able to predict by corrupting and vitiating, with traps, the environment of formed and informed public opinion that is essential in a democracy. This has been done not by technology alone but by the human component that has been made visible. Wherever they migrate, they are not going to 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 reflect on remaining, financing and providing content and legitimacy to a private network whose internal algorithms they do not know and that charges and profits from maintaining them. I said it and I reaffirm myself. I refused to pay this Musk a single cent and I won’t. The followers disappear and I’m not worried, let’s see if they rip them all off. But leaving the abominable network just these days and publicly proclaiming in an auto-da-fé that I am leaving it? That’s another bugle-call step, I prefer to stay quietly while the procession passes by. 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 – more than anything so that they don’t usurp my name – but I neither use them nor have any interest in reproducing an adventure that was beautiful while it lasted but it will never be the same anywhere again.
I almost force myself to continue in the network of the unknown as a 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 was called education, to protect us from our own bad instincts. I am fortunate to deal every day with colleagues, artists, writers, doctors, jurists, with a well-equipped head, regardless of their political tendency, with whom it is a pleasure to share a debate, a meal, and even a heated discussion. illustrated. At a certain age one is aware that luxury is that and not a suitcase with anagrams.
That’s why the network of unknowns continues to be interesting, to clear up the feelings that a world that I sometimes don’t understand and people that I don’t understand and that fortunately I would never run into in my real life, produces in me. It is necessary not to forget that these people exist. It’s important. People incapable of reflecting beyond the slogan, people consumed by envy, people with resentments that not even the best psychiatrist would cure, poor people who believe they are someone who is gossiping, people who display their shame as if they were treasures, ignorant people who believe they are wise, verbal combatants who do not recognize the logic of an argument even if they are paid, absurd people, sad people, clueless, tricksters, fortune-seekers and hustlers, dryland lawyers, hanging judges, pagans for a little bit of money that life does not give them has given. All of them exist and will exist and even if you have managed to get them out of your way, it is good to remember that they are still there, that they coexist with you in a country and also in that abominable social network, but that they are still far away and cannot touch you.
No, don’t look for me at the sound of any clarion. I always follow the roads that do not lead to Rome. It goes against my own nature. If when you blow my ashes you want to tell the wind an epitaph, don’t hesitate: freethinker.
#troupeau
