DESGRACIA DE SUERTE
Walter Seminario
Érase
un país cuya mayoría de ciudadanos odiaba a quienes querían una sociedad
diferente a la que vivían y en la que, sobre todo, –sin que se dieran cuenta de
ello– sufrían.
Llamaban
–a quienes soñaban con una sociedad mejor– “rojetes”. Los llamaban, también,
“caviares”.
Reírse
públicamente de ellos era su carnaval de todos los días.
Burlarse
de ellos era, igualmente, una consigna misteriosa, que dominaba sus mentes.
Esta
misteriosa consiga mental los tenía anestesiados cívicamente: los había
enrejado en la creencia de que vivían una democracia perfecta.
Esta
mayoría de ciudadanos constituían la historia de los esclavos felices.
Ellos
despreciaban a los luchadores de un futuro mejor; pero elegían, para que los
gobierne, a los más corruptos de su sociedad: elegían coimeros, criminales,
ladrones, agentes de potencias extranjeras, entre otras lacras. Y esto los
hacía muy felices.
Y
si alguien intentaba hacerles ver su error, se mofaban de ese alguien y le
gritaban “¡rojete!”, (cuidado que va cerca de rosquete), “¡caviar!”, y se
orinaban por la fuerza de las convulsiones de sus propias carcajadas (las
carcajadas que produce las burlas)
Y
con ello creían resolver la desgracia de su suerte.
(Nadie
es más feliz que un esclavo feliz)
Eran
los robots precursores de la era de la Inteligencia Artificial.
Por
supuesto, ellos no lo advertían.
Ellos
eran felices sufriendo, dizque en nombre de la democracia.
Estaban tan castrados
mentalmente que carecían de condiciones para entender que habían caído en los
dominios de la “democracia” del sistema que los había hecho suyos desde hacía
tiempo y que les robaba el futuro aun antes de que el futuro llegará.
LUCKY DISGRACE
Peru, why did the Lord abandon you?
Walter Seminary
Once there was a country whose majority of citizens hated those who wanted a different society than the one they lived in and in which, above all, without their realizing it, they suffered.
They called -to those who dreamed of a better society- "reds". They were also called "caviars".
To laugh publicly about them was their daily carnival.
Making fun of them was also a mysterious slogan that dominated their minds.
This mysterious get mental had them anesthetized civically: they had latthed in the belief that they lived a perfect democracy.
This majority of citizens constituted the history of happy slaves.
They despised the fighters for a better future; but they chose, to govern them, the most corrupt of their society: they chose coimeros, criminals, thieves, agents of foreign powers, among other scorn. And this made them very happy.
And if someone tried to make them see their mistake, they mocked that someone and shouted "rojete!", (Care that goes near rosquete), "caviar!", And urinated by the force of the convulsions of their own laughter (the laughter that teasing produces)
And with that they believed to solve the misfortune of their fate.
(No one is happier than a happy slave)
They were the precursor robots of the Age of Artificial Intelligence.
Of course, they did not warn him.
They were happy to suffer, presumably in the name of democracy.
They were so mentally castrated that they lacked the conditions to understand that they had fallen into the domains of the "democracy" of the system that had made them their own for a long time and that robbed them of the future even before the future will come.
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