relativized

So many eyes around for my taste. I believe this is less understood if I try it in English. Not a good one, I know. I’ve already taken I don´t know how many English tests to apply for a better job here or there and the result is the same: not qualified, not good enough but, since I’m keeping these wills held in my mind, I guess I better do something at least, at least this. 

Strategy has become a much use word, so much that everything appears to be strategic, such as this assembly pro-government people continue to promote, for example. There’s a vague idea of how democracy should be and even so, people is persuaded to validate, through vote, the end of it. There we’ll be gone, taken, moved to or, whatever other action that implies no will. 

On the other hand, strategists look quite optimistic. The way I see it this seems sort of a tribute to resentment. Finally, after all these years envying and collecting anger at it, pro-government ones will see their happiness in our sorrow. It will be theirs too but they don´t care, our unfortunate fate represents the class overcoming left wing thinkers dreamed of. I used to be that way. Not proud of at all but I did, and despite the things I’ve learned, I can´t help feeling sad and guilty of this situation. Let’s say I woke up several years ago but it may have been late by that time, I’m not sure and sureness won’t matter soon anymore. 

Sense started lacking, I’ve seen it coming both ways, especially my own. I’m losing some logic with every day that goes by. Some time ago I was so eager and furious for increasing my income and now I wonder what I am supposed to do with such a thing, I mean, what will I pay for? I wanted to move to another country, I still do but it looks more like a fantasy nowadays. Maybe this is what I need money for, but the thing with the value of the money here in Venezuela is, I don't know. I mean, how could I call it? Relativized, that’s the word it defines us all and all we do, sanity included, Past too, we’ve decided to remember and forget if it suits our current being and so it goes. Venezuela seems to be over by July 30^th, I mean, it is relative; if you’re following me. 

Hope this to continue, if the only place affordable for me to travel is madness, at least I would like to leave some words before… best regards!

Bossy

There’s a big traffic jam east road. Protesters claim once again against the government; against this guy and his cabinet, and once again; they are bombed and repealed. Some bosses claim too, they do it against employees. Since inspiration is no longer reachable everything lies on commands only: the one thing pro government bosses have left. Curious fact that an employee, specially a boss, may support government’s policies. Here such a thing is possible and that is the question I wanted to leave with these words: may it be true resentment is so powerful that supporters don’t care about watching how the country sinks? – I honestly don´t know if the question is understood, if it is a right English – the thing is I thought it was so; not the grammar, the doubt. I thought people raise this anger as crop to one day spice up their sorrows and become able to show fake security and optimism; just like the government does. Resented people enjoy infortune, and currently they are ruling every single institution of the Estate... for now!

¿Qué hace un cuentahabiente cuando no quiere tener su dinero más en ese banco?

Un profesor dijo que la Constitución es el libro con el cual uno deja de ser uno. La gente, digamos, se desprende de las acciones que por derecho le corresponden para, dicen, conformar el articulado de esta Carta con la que, digo, somos administrados. De esta forma, al momento de reclamar, debemos acudir a una instancia administrativa, la cual, dice, hará cumplir lo que dicta la Constitución.  Un banco con nuestro dinero, o algo por el estilo, pero no cualquier banco, sino uno que te pregunte, a la hora de hacer un retiro, para qué necesitas esa porción de tus ahorros, qué vas a comprar, a quién le debes, por qué no mejor tomas una cantidad distinta, pero ni siquiera, ni siquiera como un banco así, porque me equivoco al plantear preguntas… no, no pregunta; sentencia, entonces, al exigir mis ahorros, en lugar de condicionar el hecho con interrogantes incómodas, porque uno no tiene por qué decirle a un banco qué hace con el dinero propio, éste decide; eso, decide por uno: quiero mil (porque dispongo de ellos) y el banco: no, toma cien, por qué, porque si bien los mil son tuyos, soy yo, banco (gobierno) quien los administra, entonces, yo: gobierno, digo; yo: banco, decido cuánto, o para qué; por qué no…

Si quisiéramos establecer una relación, ya no de analogía, sino de causalidad; entre los derechos y el dinero, podríamos decir que el acceso es ese vínculo, pero no lo vean como un canal; no, no es que por uno se le llega al otro, no me refiero a eso. El hecho de que sea con dinero como se hacen valer los derechos no significa que eso sea a lo que me refiero, insisto, cuando me refiero a vínculo es que, por ponerlo así: el gobierno se cree el banco de nuestros derechos. En algún escenario contemplado, el votar los legitima a fungir como tales, por lo que, sin querer, y con todo derecho a nuestro favor, para exigir, debemos acudir a él y esperar que sean ellos quienes decidan qué tanto y hasta dónde podemos, de hecho, eso: exigir…  y no, no es el Estado, es quien lo administra, es decir, el gobierno: la coerción del hombre por el hombre…

Nota: hay quienes adoran que el banco les controle el dinero…