The heat makes us stupid

Published
08/13/2022 04:45

Updated
08/13/2022 11:39

I can’t find another reason to help me understand the storm of stupidity that punishes us in these torrid days. Perhaps because idiots swell in the heat; something that I had not detected until now. Or something simpler and that consists of the confusion between the obligations of the command in place and the inclination to summer jokes, always scantily clad. Something unusual as well as clumsy must be happening when you read news like this in the media: “A man stabs a woman in Sigüenza”.

Perhaps the news is in Sigüenza, the ancestral village of El Doncel, where knife blows should not be common. Or perhaps it is sexist violence that must be denounced wherever it occurs, even in quiet Sigüenza. Anyway, and unless it was the woman who stabbed the man, something unusual, I don’t quite understand how singular the news is. It must be attributed to the heat, but not to that of Sigüenza, but to that of journalistic intermediaries overwhelmed by the lack of topics, talent and fresh air. In Spain there is a long tradition, to call it something, of columnists from nothing. Julio Camba, Mariano de Cavia, González-Ruano, Umbral… to name the most notorious, managed to turn a frippery into a quoted piece. It is not for nothing that the pompous name of “tinto de verano” is given to the jug must with soda.

In Spain there is a long tradition, to call it in some way, of columnists from nowhere.

And to this was added the energy crisis, which put the icing on the cake. The President he ordered not to wear a tie; the full government decreed to lower the fans by two degrees. The Tinto de Verano applied to social life. Great applause in the addicted social networks -those who are not addicted to something do not count-, perplexity in those affected and varnished joke of scientism in the citizenship. Like in Europe! We have to be supportive! Nobody denies the impudence of the story because deep down they prepare us to adapt to the worst, what is to come.

You have to stress the staff in domestic politics and numb it in foreign. The fact that Bolívar’s sword has become an identity principle of the left of heaven far exceeds the battles of gender, case and position. I imagine Vox opening the tomb of the Cid and snatching the Tizona, which apparently is preserved in the Army Museum, the only one in Madrid which I confess I have never visited, and not for any reason of principle but for lack of interest in war exploits. But the thing about Bolívar and his sword as a symbol of the identity of the Latin American peoples seems too much to me to assimilate it to the concoction of the Tinto de Verano. About Bolívar I stick to the sarcastic words that Carlos Marx dedicated to him and that surely this celestial left has canceled, if they ever read them.

It is not strange that some leaders of the left that conquers skies and budgets are Peronists. The makeup corpse of Evita Perón is part of her ideological ancestors. A “remake” of Stalin’s successful operation with the remains of Lenin, which at the time provoked the indignation of his widow, the old Krupskaya. The relics were always indispensable for the credulity of the serfs and the usufruct of the powerful. Frank used the incorrupt arm of Santa Teresa.

It is not strange that some leaders of the left conquering skies and budgets are Peronists.

Things have to be very bad for the leader of Can make an exercise of submission to the sword of Bolívar. To blur some symbols, others are invented that are given a popular and legendary value. A relic guerrilla is the best way to smuggle in what they dare not say: their project vanishes and there will only be left what they can plunder by acting as washstands for the others. Either with Sanchez, with the independence movement that they now call leftist, or with the American adventures, rich in opportunities, which will always offer a protected rearguard. The drift towards the political forms that in Spain had a lot of prestige with Alexander Lerroux and his exalted radicalism is a more than plausible option. Rupturist oratory and preserve what has been promised.

But heat also affects our neurons and makes our images blurry. We think with less intensity and the closest things we do not just cover them with our eyes. In a very intense moment like the one we are experiencing with the war in Ukraine and geopolitical changes with unforeseeable consequences, the elegant old lady Nancy Pelosi -82 years old- is rejuvenated and goes to party. The occasional pens affirm that she has the right to go where she wants. Well, it will be no. The third leader of the capitidiminished first power in the world does not do tourism, among other things because he has a team that, without being as numerous as Sánchez’s -400 advisers, according to Moncloa sources- is more effective and seasoned. Walking through Taiwan has the effect that the Chinese expected to force the machine and display their unequivocal intentions.. It is not uncommon, although the media hardly pick it up, that the president of South Korea has not received it. The arsonists provoke and return home; an experience that we are silently suffering in Spain.

Strolling through Taiwan has the effect that the Chinese expected to display their unequivocal intentions.

With a Russian invasion in Ukraine that threatens to be long and some USA converted into fire animators for the benefit of their rescue teams, Europe is doomed to continue in an alley with a difficult exit. suffice to say that Spain has, from now on, the main energy supplier in North American companies, and not exactly at a bargain price. Let’s raise our heads from the halter and do the only thing we can do: look carefully where we are stuck Thanks to the heat that dulls us we do not perceive the threats, which are not reduced to a Russian tyrant. It is a whole conception of Europe that crumbles while we are in a bathing suit.

When September comes, said an old song, we will have only the memory. As bad news is now prohibited by social consensus, I recommend not wearing a tie, drinking Tinto de Verano, being aware of the Sigüenza crime, using a fan in leisure areas, traveling to Toledo to buy a Bolívar-style sword, and above all not getting upset , because the irresistible Sánchez will step on the head of Ayuso, the culprit of the restlessness that unsettles us.