If this gross and striking implosion of cases of sexual harassment in the the guts of the PSOE There is something that powerfully activates attention and that is sepulchral silence. The silence that Wittgenstein He said he kept silent about what was essential to protect him. … He silence this could be interpreted as an accomplice. Also silence which becomes the only possible response to the impact caused by a situation. And even the stoic silence, which strengthens when it dissipates. This internal escabechina of Sanchism in the face of any sign, indication or proof of sexual harassment – ignoring the presumption of innocence that everyone must have and annihilating any other obstacle that the great leader must overcome – is precipitous. Rather than analyzing and investigating in depth what is not a flower of the day – after the frightening silences have decided to raise their voices – it has the opportunity to widen the firewall and let the flames burn away, far from its own political and legal survival. It’s about moving quickly to another screen, at the same dizzying pace that public opinion is fueled today by its gargantuan, visibly indigestible flow of information. Go to another level of the video game in which you stop the free fall, save time and look for another smoke screen.
Yes to sanchism If he was really interested in this internal attack against the feminism of his party, an essential pillar and flag already in tatters, the integrity of the women of his party – and that of the men too – and the sincere fight against sexual harassment and sexist abuse, he would have to leave first, then his entire court of sheep. But since that won’t happen, all these disgusting cases that have broken out (and won’t happen), this threat of #Me toowill end up being diluted over time and the short memory that tyrannizes us today. They will just be one more formality in this flight forward and towards nowhere.
However, the silences that inhabit this ceremony of confusion and shame are striking. Even those on the other side of the ideological spectrum. The silences of the platforms, the unions, the left coalitions, the voracious colleagues, the prophets of the genre, inquisitors of masculinitydriving teachers, stock market friends, rally extras and living rock & roll legends. The sepulchral silence of feminists from the Old and New Testaments in unison, capable of tolerating the “self-cancellation” of the slimes of Lugo, Torremolinos or Belalcázar without raising their hands to ask why our comrade Paco Salazar enjoys different treatment. Or he held on for so long… in silence… what everyone seems to know about the incombustible Ábalos and the endless nest of prostitution (which always fuels corruption cases).
While from the desks brandishing the standard, in the university good offices which teach the theory of quotas or in the plenary and domestic dialectic, everything is only correction and moralizing pulpit, the scene becomes infected with a pestilential filth which oozes hypocrisy in abundance. While they demand from half of society how it should behave and self-flagellate, they allow the other half to commit the most heartbreaking excesses by pricking themselves in the mouth. The beans are probably cooked everywhere.
And here, in a while, nothing will have happened.
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