Monday, May 2, 2011

Denise Milani New Arrivals

giving way. Or Beltane



One of the things we are getting from all the confusion all in terms of political correctness. The bombing of stupidity mixed with noble causes and pollution of them, the accomplices who sign up by what people say, people of good will disoriented by the gulfs, and bays, we make peer-to-business all subsidized, lack training to survive the tsunami in imbeciles that overwhelms us, sweeps and asphyxia has managed to wander around the rock, not knowing what to expect. Not daring to step naturally, expressing an opinion, even make certain gestures or movements, for fear of unintended consequences, critical raves, social sanctions, including fines and administrative proceedings, is suddenly back against one and they do steaks.

I will give two examples warm. One is the friend a week ago, to make way for a woman here would be inaccurate to say to a lady at the entrance to a building, he found to his surprise, that the individual not only stopped, refusing to happen first, but also angry, spat in the face word "Macho." So imagine the amazement of my friend, his face Linnet keeping the door open, not knowing what to do. Wondering if in case of a man, who also gives way to simple reflection of good education, would call "feminist." Aggravated by the fact that, given the possibility that the man was homosexual-course in that case, maybe I should go ahead, "or Mrs. were gay, maybe she should hold the door for him, should have guessed, intuit or guess before establishing whether it was right to go first or not. Or whether, in any case, to rush to be first, and close the door on the other, whoever he was, would resolve the dilemma or trilemma tetralemma so satisfactory to all.

But my drama does not end there, my friend commented. Because from that day, he added, can not stop spinning. What if I am in a door with a Mayan Indian, a Moor of the Moors or a dark-skinned sub-Saharan Africa, formerly black synthetically? "I'll turn over or not I give it? If you step forward, "call me a racist? If you hold the door to pass, do not look like a paternalistic and neo-colonial gesture? "It contravenes the Equal Treatment Act or Trick? What if a woman, feminist and also afrosaharianasubnegra? How do I organize myself? Should I try to move on both at once, even if the gate is narrow and does not fit? ... Yet there may be worse. What if this is a decreased or diminished physical or physical? "Give way or pass it will not, in the eyes of yours or third party evidence so humiliating an alleged inequality, contrary to the equality exquisite compels me dura lex sed lex, Duralex? Should I take a run and pass in time so that the door is closed again when the other and a fag, sorry, elegetebé last? ... On the other hand, if I suddenly start to run, is interpreted as a provocation Paralympic fascist? Should I pretend not to see the wheelchair? ... So, is anyone able to tie these flies by the tail? Well

. If we face such insomnia adults, who supposedly have references and common sense to look for life, calculated what is happening to the children, submitted by a party to the stupid brainwashed adult and facing it with implacable logic and honest, yet unpolluted crap, its a few years. The penultimate event a teacher referred me. A four-year-old had made a prank in class, teasing peers, and to be rebuked before the other, a little fly, he asked who had betrayed him. "Fulanita, for example," said the teacher pointing to a blonde girl with blue eyes, "says you are very naughty and not let her work quietly." Then the creature-four years, insist slowly turned to look at girls and said softly, but audibly, "Well, I'm going from the mouth, snitch." Appalled, the teacher intended the child disfigured, saying among other things that girls should not ever hit them, and so on. That's the worst thing, the most vile, cowardly and evil. And then the dwarf goat, after pondering a moment, very calm and logical, he replied: "Why? Do not match the children? ".


Arturo Perez-Reverte
XL Semanal
May 1, 2011





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