In these days of uncertainty, I’m thinking a lot about certain comedians, hosts and internet celebrities. I think about them more than any other subject, more than myself. I think about all the people who have spent almost ten years of their lives trying to rise to power without a sad little spot on a morning show receive. The ones who waited patiently for a call at the end of their monologue or recording of their podcast. Those who managed to get a politician to come to their shows to laugh and thank them, all for free. I’m also sorry to all those who have looked for other people’s missteps to call out and call for either a bonfire or immediate execution of their former colleagues. I feel a little less compassion for the stubborn sexists who earned a place by ingratiating themselves with feminists whose breasts they weren’t allowed to touch.
How sad. I look at the good midfielders who could swim and put their clothes away (you never know). I will listen to the concerns of these people, those who respond to a clear, unique, universal profile: that of the person who takes your lentils out of the fridge and eats them with an innocent face and says he doesn’t know she is an owner would have done. And you’re suspicious because they never leave you food without noticing. It doesn’t have to hurt to ponder for years to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t Podemos or Sumar who needed to be screwed. Oh, it was the Basques and the Catalans. So much time is wasted on rants about diversity, feminism and mental health. They have time to change their discourse. Meanwhile, the cartoon sound sounds in your heads. This “qua cua cuaaaaaa” that concludes another miserable adventure.
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