Associations that help players rehabilitate estimate that today there could be half a million people in Spain whose lives have been destroyed by gambling. Studies warn of the incidence among young people, where losses are increasing more and more, and this is why the Spanish government, in line with other governments in Europe, has approved restrictive laws in recent years to block betting houses and advertising from educational centers. The ministers of Podemos and Sumar have launched a moral crusade of great propaganda campaigns, like Nixon when they declared war on drugs, but the most frivolous have recognized that this game is a serious problem in the face of which public authorities cannot give up.
From then on, these same public authorities will celebrate their traditional exaltation of Christmas ludopathy, with a draw for young singers and maximum audience peaks on radio and television. The state, concerned about the safety of drug addicts, will recover on average 72 euros per capita, leaving it with money that many people enthusiastically throw into the public treasury when they no longer have any money and cannot pay the rent.
The spectacle will be celebrated with the famous four-year-olds held at the gates of the lottery administrations, and commentators will say that the fortune is very shared and will be pondered by the Dickensians to count the millions who have been defeated in such a way that the neighborhood is punished, as if we were witnessing a policy of redistributive justice and not state-sponsored obscenity.
Spain will not let go of its curse of the siglos and continues to stage, every December 22, this horrible barbarity, this exaltation of vulgarity which attacks all the great virtues that Natalia Ginzburg decided to teach her children. From half of the fellow workers who coerce all those who do not want to buy with the persuasive argument of what they will feel if they are in the company (as if we could not rejoice in today’s happiness without giving it away, assuming that we are all evil and perfidious), to the disappearance of providence in the form of a big box where the hopes of a life, if not better, a little less bad are deposited. Everything that makes us great as a society crumbles between the stones and the third prizes. Less pain that passes quickly, even if it lasts forever.
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