Hurricane winds push me down a narrow, dimly lit road that ends in a urn. In that box, in which millions of Argentines must deposit an elusive ticket full of names, many of which we don’t even know, nor do we know how they think or what reason they had to elbow their way into that list and, some others that we do know, but that do not cause us empathy for what we know about them or for what we imagine.
I know that I have to choose one of those offers that are exposed, mostly, with made up faces and one seductive smile and that my choice will be added to that of the rest and will determine what will happen to my dear Argentina in the next years.
With this Argentina that is debated in slow death rattles caused by almost 40% of poor people who cannot see what some candidates They reply as if they were describing an oasis: we are a reserve of energy and water for the world, we have the fertile fields that others covet, cattle or lithium, we have trained human resources and…
This mismatch between what we can be and what we are has its roots in political decisions and many Argentines cannot even understand it; that is why it is vital what happens this election sunday.
It is not another choice. It is decided whether those who think that only they can govern (the Peronists/Kirchnerists) win, those who shout that if they lose the streets will be filled with blood and the dead (Hannibal Fernandezour National Minister of Security), those who (like the president of the Senate, Cristina), try to push in more than 90 judges before they change the composition of the Congressto ensure their political project of colonizing justice so that, with ideologized judges, that myopic gaze prevents them from seeing the evidence gathered that accuses them of emptying the state coffers.
Faced with so much contradiction and seeing from my window the wealth of some hitting the faces of children begging with their mother, sitting without energy at the door of the supermarket, I felt that I had to get out of my comfort zone – the simple comment about some judicial tasks– and tell what it feels like when you are looking at a bunch of promises on paper ballots in the present tense. ballots that shout promises of dreamed futures: «Vote for me, that I can end more than a decade without growth; with that inflation very high that continues to push our children to misery; I will reverse the educational crisis which determines, not only that many of our fellow citizens do not know how to read or write, but that they cannot even understand what they hear or transmit what they feel”.
The permanent gift annuls people and makes them reluctant
The paternalism of the present State forgot to take care that the education and the public health are of the same quality as the private one, in order to make certain the equality of which our National Constitution and possible social mobility. The permanent gift –which is also not free because it requires that the will of the person who receives it be delivered– annuls people and makes them reluctant.
It is unimaginable the volume and density of the policies that must be implemented to reverse the belief that one can live demanding rights without compensation. Impossible to describe, even when a quick look at the consequences it produces shows that only crumbs of what corresponds to them are given so that they continue begging so that whoever gives them does not lose their place of power.
The truly Ponzi scheme It is the one they devised, delivering earnings without effort until misery clouds the senses and makes them collaborate with the desire of the autocrat: remain in power indefinitely and enshrine impunity for their crimes.
Not even charred and dismembered bodies silenced the imprisoned leader (Emerenciano Seine, pointer of the governor of Chaco) imprisoned by the bars drawn by the suspicion of being the author of the crime. Nothing moves the consciences numbed by the lack of vital signs that were stolen with promises that he can be the holder of many rights without any obligation.
It turned out to be necessary Court raise an armored wall with the constitutional principles so that they remember that the alternation in power is of the very essence of democracy.
Sergio Massa, Minister of Economy and presidential candidate for the ruling party
Faced with so much nonsense, he appears (to Córdoba: Louis Judge ) a candidate for governor by the opposition whose virtue is to be “witty” and another for president, who is the one who directs an economy with 130% of inflation and that, in a year, he threw the poverty more of 2,000,000 Argentines among which there is a large percentage of children and, despite this, with a broad smile he affirms: “I am the president who will fight inflation.” Despite the fact that after a year in office he has not only been losing that fight, but it seems that he even tries.
I don’t know if the indifference translated into the absence of voters or the resigned vote is scarier
something is noisy in this electoral path. I don’t know if the indifference translated into the absence of voters is scarier or the resigned vote that doesn’t even doubt that with the same policies we will only deepen the crisis.
What diagnosis does a country deserve that knew how to investigate the so-called cause of “the notebooks” from the photo on the corruption matrix that a driver of one of the officials involved drew and that, pulling that ball of balls, he reached the path strewn with objective and compelling evidence to the first magistracy of the Nation, but now, he does not know what to do with so much evidence?
The hiring of the public work It continues to be carried out in the same way and the officials prosecuted and convicted continue to hire the same companies involved in this plot. These businessmen, who then contributed their story and evidence, that what was written by Rye It had really happened, today they want their testimonies to be annulled and, how could they not demand it if the name of the undisputed leader of that illicit association discovered continues to be on the frontispieces of every public building, square or street. It all sounds like perverse irony.
The Advertising spots they promise us a wonderful future that we will achieve just by voting for them. His complacent smile tells us that dissatisfaction and strong social protests that today turn the streets into hell for those who travel through them, will disappear as soon as they revalidate the title they held and from where they generated the reasons for the complaints and anger.
I don’t know if they underestimate people so much or are convinced that they managed to enslave their minds through a lack of education and the necessary food. Urgent short-term problems will be resolved, they say, immediately after we trust them again and vote for them.
When the votes are counted, can we dream that this debased plot of exercising power will be reset? What will we drop down that declining plane to which we seem to have become accustomed so that suddenly, with the same recipe and actors, everything changes?
The democracy -still rickety and degraded- calls us back to vote. The republic he sleeps in a corner of the dark room, waiting for us to realize that those who tried to attack the division of powers and freedom of expression will not be the ones who will support their values. That recovering institutionality is necessary, but it is not enough.
Before entering the classroom that has spread out on its tables all the electoral offerLet’s think about where we are and where we would like to go. It is not just any election, this Sunday we decide if, in addition to democracy, we care about the republic.
