Fijate que como
blogueros podemos ser manipuladores de símbolos independientes... porque
somos
marginales.
Abel
Bordeline,
Frontera, Periferia, Marginal; la zona penumbrosa por excelencia para el Centro
en sentido Burocrático y Social.
Donde la asfixiante
mano del “Deber Ser” y el “Cúmplase” siempre esta en
entredicho; al no estar “Ahí”.
Los Hechos
lo son todo, y los Conceptos terminan siendo los cuchillos de un lanzador de
circo.
Un juego de
manos, una manipulación, para divertir al público; que sabe que el “riesgo” es
un placebo para generar una módica producción de adrenalina.
Claro, en
el “Centro”, los Mandarines se ofuscan; cuando ven los malabares realizados con
los jarrones ming de la Producción Intelectual.
Aunque en
origen hayan sido una pélela, se postran a adorarlos en el altar de la Cultura con mayúsculas.
La única
que tiene derecho a ser llamada así.
Porque ya
sabemos que lo del populacho son puras supersticiones; nada que ver con lo “Científico”.
"Marx y el
rey de Siam", el musical de Rodgers y Hammerstein, tiene tanto discurrir como
las obras completas de JPF.
When I was a boy, world was better spot
What was so was so, what was not was not
Now, I am a man, world have changed a lot
Some things nearly so, others nearly not
There are times I almost think
I am not sure of what I absolutely know
Very often find confusion
In conclusion, I concluded long ago
In my head are many facts
That, as a student, I have studied to procure
In my head are many facts
Of which I wish I was more certain, I was sure
Is a puzzlement
What to tell growing son?
What for instance, shall I say to him of women?
Shall I educate him on the ancient lines?
Shall I tell the boy as far as he is able
To respect his wives and love his concubines?
Shall I tell him everyone is like the other
And the better of the two is really neither?
If I tell him this I think he won't believe it
And I nearly think that I don't believe it
either
When my father was a king
He was a king who knew exactly what he knew
And his brain was not a thing
Forever swinging to and fro and fro and to
Shall I, then be like my father
And be willfully unmovable and strong?
Or is it better to be right?
Or am I right when I believe I may be wrong?
Shall I join with other nations in alliance?
If allies are weak, am I not best alone?
If allies are strong with power to protect me
Might they not protect me out of all I own?
Is a danger to be trusting one another
One will seldom want to do what other wishes
But unless someday somebody trust somebody
There'll be nothing left on earth excepting
fishes
There are times I almost think
Nobody sure of what he absolutely know
Everybody find confusion
In conclusion, he concluded long ago
And it puzzle me to learn
That tho' a man may be in doubt of what he know
Very quickly he will fight
He'll fight to prove that what he does not know
is so
Oh, sometimes I think that people going mad
Ah, sometimes I think that people not so bad
But not matter what I think, I must go on
living life
As leader of my kingdom, I must go forth
Be father to my children and husband to each
wife
Etcetera, etcetera and so forth
If my Lord in Heaven Buddha, show the way
Everyday I try to live another day
If my Lord in Heaven Buddha, show the way
Everyday I do my best for one more day
But is a puzzlement
“Uno debe
ser Científico, para ser tomado en consideración por las Potencias europeas, y
no decidan civilizarte con las cañoneras”; es el lema de Phra Bat Somdet Phra Poramenthramaha
Mongkut Phra Chom Klao Chao Yu Hua.
En fin
estimado Compañero Presbítero, cada cual hace la tarea que puede, donde y
cuando le toca.
Lo que no
quita aprovechar las pelotas que quedan picando, en el arco de quienes “escrituraron”
la Verdad.
Sea lo que
sea esta, cuando se niega la
Realidad , la que te vive cacheteándonos como un Payaso
blanco.
Un abrazo
peronista de tu Compañero Predicador.
PD, los dos
artículos sobre CFK, es para que los Compañeros practiquen malabares con los
argumentos de los Ideologizados. ;-P
PD 2