Approximate reading time: 1 minute, 59 seconds
Overwhelmed by new and unexpected political defeats, the unfortunate people tear their clothes and cry profusely. Old practice aimed at showing distress, if touched. They have never been ragged and are not affected by fires, floods, much less unemployment. If during the dictatorship they stole without being disturbed and received praise for their crafty skill, today they must shield themselves and use front men in their criminal maneuvers. The creation of the ISAPRES, AFP and countless institutions designed to enrich and defraud them, under the indulgent gaze of betrayal, made them raise their hair. They celebrated, while they seized the country’s wealth. Nothing stopped them in their zealous zeal, protected by bayonets. Well. The objective was to steal even the scraping of the pot and after 17 years of crime bonanza, to return a somewhat deceitful democracy, designed to their liking. Once the objective was achieved, they adapted to the new reality of the country, even though they monitor it from their royal chambers. Without letting go of the economic tit, much less the political power. The oligarchy, thief par excellence, employs its lackeys in the work of depredation. She, neat in her moral principles, knows how to use the average person. Social climbers, who lean down and kiss his hands and other private parts, until they slobber on them. They are the ones who attend funerals, to shed tears.
If you call them unhappy, they become indignant and show their anger. Since they are happy in their own way, they feel they have been insulted by those who hate them. They prefer to be called entrepreneurs, champions, creators of wealth and without them, the country would have sunk, in the hands of those who fight for social justice. “Not even in heaven, where the righteous are going to go, there is social equality,” they allege and cross themselves, while adjusting their hair shirts. Seduced by the orgy of power, they extend their tentacles in all directions.
As cephalopods, they gobble up large fish and hide in their lairs if they see the slightest danger. They never lose and the sporadic defeats they suffer hardly hurt them. They know how to transform them into victory. They have never been defeated. Just the occasional scratch, break, loss of virginity, that they have known how to handle. In this case, stealing constitutes a skill. Stealing a chicken is not the same as stealing a country. For some reason, they believe they are the owners of earthly and spiritual goods. They will go to heaven, because it belongs to them, and the populace will go to hell.
In such a task of giving blows, they use the altar boys. Those who, during the civil-military dictatorship, ascended the Chacarillas hill dressed in crocheted skirts and carrying candles, went to kneel before Pinochet. Countless of these acolytes have survived and none of them have changed their minds. Subservient to the power of money and farms, they remain willing to sweep and scrub for the benefit of their bosses. Extreme compliance governs their spirit, as they are social climbers par excellence. Although they smell of holiness, thanks to sprinkling and perfume their armpits, they cannot avoid the smell of sulfur.
They went out of their way to draft a palace constitution, tailored to their ambitions and ambitions, and almost ended up in a mess. Or if you prefer, in leather or piluchos. Well; This is a saying in popular slang. Staunch defenders of good customs, they never abandon their dapper and hasty manners, they deny their ancestors, immigrants and street vendors. They call the misfortunes of the people heavenly tests, designed to measure their temperance.
Walter Garib