You get convinced by getting confused…

Isn't it ironic, don't you think. Alanis sings and I thought so; the fact of living in a country where people can’t even access to their own cash, an insufficient own cash by the way, and on the other hand top manipulating skills are used as media weapon so effectively that people are actually rethinking of themselves. Maybe it’s not ironic: it is amazing.

According to an article I eyed Post-truth was named the word of the year in 2016. I read some of the explanation and I smiled (better than crying, I guess) because we’ve been living an era of post-truth minded subjection for practically twenty years. This is how politicians have been getting into people’s thoughts.

Poor were told that poverty was a consequence and that the guilt came from abroad, thus shame became pride and slogans became mantras. The taste for dressing was no longer a taste but an imposition, coming – of course – from abroad, (Yes, the enemy has to be an entity out of Venezuela. It is mandatory to justify everything this way) therefore, instead of letting people wear what they wanted and how they wanted it, just to bring up an example, the media – the official one – told people such a way were not ours, that it was an inflected idea of consuming and, that way, people actually were permitting the enemy inside… Nobody bought it at first. The argument was too hollow and of course, many could see the resentment talking rather than the bare fact. The thing begins with affordability, when access started leaving and doubts started coming: is it true? Is it really an invention of the capitalism? They have always seen us as their backyard so they send us the leftovers, and such… Questioning is a gate for perception, and if it’s open you may let a doubt in when you were trying to take some out. You get convinced by getting confused… So the truth became post-truth and a simple news hearing works like a limbo; it seems people need to actually wait until the post-truth media explains so, otherwise messages fade away like it were no news at all, and it happens, a lot, and people act like they’ve just heard a gossip; a rumor. So rumor is no rumor anymore, and it’s a shame because nowadays real rumors are gotten as forbidden info, especially if they’re against the government: it’s just post-truth to me too, just like the official information…

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Wheat got over for the day

I believe when Axl starts singing Estranged, he says something like: when you’re talking to yourself and nobody is home. Good. I’m talking to myself just now. I’m not at home but I think I’m pretty much alone, and I put it this way because There’s something I’d like to say and no one can hear it. Let’s see…

Two men were standing on a line to buy some bread – and this is accurate to imply. Not because its importance but because its relation. So here it is: a teacher told me once that we, the Venezuelans, have a port style economy. He meant we tend to consume what it’s brought from the sea. Well, literally, all our north long is a coast; we have a large extension of the Caribbean Sea in front of us... I wrote what I just wrote because wheat does not precisely grow here. We’ve been importing it since who knows when, and the waiting lines for buying bread are usually so long that bakeries run out of it far before reaching the last costumers. I also need to imply that most of the people who wait for bread are poor. Bakeries offer some other type of breads which costs are unaffordable to them. The people who wait, do it for a specific type of bread which quality is obviously lower than the unaffordable ones… This situation started just about four years ago and it had gone worse since then – they didn’t know each other but it is a common habit nowadays to chat while waiting, especially because people may spend, with some luck, about an hour. Not a lucky day that day. They were talking about the opposition followers. They began mocking them because their leaders announced a six hours Trancazo from noon until six in the afternoon. A Trancazo is a way for protesting against the government which have become popular recently. It consists in blocking (with garbage bags, tree branches, trash or wasted things) the main streets of several neighborhoods and avenues. It paralyzes the city, mostly for those who move by car or bus. The two man at the bakery were laughing because the stupidity oppositionists show by doing that. They lock themselves, they claimed in smiles. Some personnel of the bakery came out and said they ran out of bread, so the people remaining on the line – the two men included – started yelling and complaining. Another man from the bakery came out a while later and said if they behave; if they wait patiently, there would more bread within an hour. And there were, but just until the lady before the two man. Wheat got over for the day…