Alberto Fernandez’s recent reappearance in Talk shows The Byronians are a small event, but they have a special charm. Not only because of the extraordinary talent with which Alberto lies and at the same time carries the robe of truth (a defeat that cannot be hidden), nor because of the way in which the gray-violet color emerging from his eyes conveys the subtle tint of the dying shadow of his soul. Alberto carries the Peronist into his historic apartment as if he were wearing a greatcoatSomething that shelters it, shelters it, and gives it form.
In the program DominoboardAlberto is greeted by charismatic host Thomas Raybord, who allows the former president to slip comfortably into his version of the world. The tone changes when Alberto encounters two young men with tattooed arms and black leopard-print shirts. That touch of animal skin, com.camicie nere and Tattoo They brilliantly complement the court of the Burunian tribe, young warriors who demand explanations from their last leader. They look fat and well-nourished but are weak behind their dark glasses. They can’t take off their glasses: they have to blind themselves a little, and they have to protect their retinas from the toxic aura that Alberto emits.
Law professor Alberto learns that he is appearing in juvenile court, those who made him Damn you Huge for Peronism in the last elections. He knows that he is accused of burning every flag amazing held by his partyPerhaps the only moderate one amazing What remains for Peronism is just that Talk show. What’s left for poor purists to compose odes to the magic of Christina’s electronic anklets? I do Chants To Ophelia, would you comment on the casual look of her nails? Ribord is the equivalent of Gordo Dunne without the muscle mass, like the period of ideological leanness that Peronism is going through. Both offers, Cluster Dan and Rebord’s show relies on the same production company that distributes ideologies like one distributes ice cream flavors to its audience: Chocolate Peronchino and Crema de Fuerzas del Cielo.
Surrounded by tattooed warriors, Alberto calmly weighs the ambiguous successes of his administration, and lashes out: “It is very difficult to see these successes when they live within the force itself and say that these successes did not exist.” He’s not a tired bull; He has not lost any of the aggression with which we saw him attack a retireeAnd that he may have conducted experiments on his ex-wife’s body, as she accuses him. Like someone sending a mafia message, Alberto stares at them through his dark glasses and asserts that he has a lot to say, but he won’t speak now because he is a true Peronist. Alberto does not come to offer explanations, but rather to show that he is not a disenfranchised king, and what we see is precisely a man who, inexplicably, retains untold power.
Alberto does not see the extent to which the gunmen consider him a serial killer in the Peroncha sagaThe real existential focus of a political party is limited to producing texts, stories, commentaries and programs of this nature, and clearly lacks the will or concrete capacity to change reality. But Alberto feels he has to lend a hand to put the stories back together, so he explains it, in effect, in his video hot With Tamara Pettinato was dedicated to the journalist who criticized him on the same day. The spectacle that Alberto presents goes beyond the pleasure that other people’s moral horror can give us, because Alberto always ups the ante. It’s not just rude; It’s almost the opposite.
Alberto is an average superhero: He raises it, and makes it sublime. Your skin is a completely sticky surface that repels; Nothing can touch it, nothing collides with it, everything dissolves like acid. It does not make sense for him to admit to a mistake, problem, or disaster: everything was a conspiracy against him. In contrast to Cristina’s paranoid style, which makes the plot against her an excessive and monumental edifice, the plot in Alberto is more ritualistic. Drought, epidemic, war in Ukraine: everything conspired against his talent, everything made his achievements invisible. The weather was bad, and that was enough to make him the worst president of democracy. But he continues like the song he composed during the pandemic: If I get lost, I find myself / If I fall, I get up. It’s worth Googling the video for his song, where you can see Byronic characters gagged with masks.
But perhaps what best captures Alberto’s essence is the intuition that Gonzalo Garcés snuck up on me in conversation, while we were discussing his book research: Like Judas Borges, Alberto is a secret messiah who accepts his disreputable offspring. In his book Three Versions of Judas, Jorge Luis Borges imagines a Swedish theologian who argues for an essential role in Judas: Judas betrays Jesus as an act of extremism, abandoning the glory of being a faithful disciple. Judas is the true Redeemer: the pure goat, the greatest of all. God incarnates by choosing the lowest and most despicable form, and thus His sacrifice is greater, because it includes eternal shame.
Alberto drowns Peronism but associates himself with it. He relishes his fame, making it his natural element. Accept your role as an exterminator of Kirchnerism and parade before our eyes until fear spreads In wide rangeSo we can’t stop seeing it. Perhaps the internal destruction of Peronism was a predetermined fact that had its mysterious place in the economics of the Gospel, that is, in the history of Argentina. Alberto not only embodies shame, he cannot help but fuel it. Alberto was driven from the beginning and never left the company Coffee party As he sought to entertain those who followed his diary; He is a hunger artist who has always been true to himself. It is Peronism’s problem, not yours, to tell him that his constituency is an entire country.
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