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brief intermezzo

In the occasionally magnificent Zombie Holocaust (aka Dr. Butcher MD , Carnages and Le Terreur des Zombies ) of Giolami Marino is a wonderful scene: the macabre doctor has been dedicated to making a kind of lobotomized zombies on the island where he lives trepanning the skull is a particularly shrill journalist and as a villain is doing without anesthesia so the journalist not to scream and beg. Then the doctor makes a surgical scissors puts them in the mouth (her) and says, "I yell it too much just cut the cords so they do not bother me anymore."

Well, I understand because I just do the same. What can we do, I got bored of nonsense, fighting and less wit anonymous Orlando Pettinati front of a camera, dedicated a troll not only this blog and blogger but my character to any thing (and people) that their small heads of lambeguasca afraid to associate with me. Thanks, but not in my house.

The possibility of exchange is interesting in this exchange only if you say things of interest. At some point it was, not now.

admit the guilt of having taken a long with the last post, I really did not have time now and I see no reason to rush a whore more than just delete.

Either way no big changes, people who want to contact me on the basis of real interest are the contact right up there (I realize now that the bar links and contacts are moved by my clumsiness the erase Haloscan input and is now below the posts), and those who want walled and crap to puteadas can do it in person, any option that strangely anonymous has used so far, I am very easy to locate.

And no, peace and love, as always.

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Long Goodbye (Part 2 of 3): Balance, patches and tattoos

I Ink: The Tattoo Parlor is a great TV with a good sound system in which they are passing the Live 8 concert he carefully dodged in time. But now I see him hang because, although the tattoo is a nice guy, really I have no wish to distract anyone who is recording the skin permanently. Better to focus man. They are also going to Elton John singing "The Bitch is Back 'and that's never really bad for bobo fatter and that is the old rattle. It's a long session, so when I see John finish paraded a long line of mediocre artists, saying their ensayadísmos demagogic speeches. So Bill Gates condemned appears and will not be covered in spit. And that is logical, because with all the ugliness that is what appears on stage, nothing is as hopeless as the films that make the public: an indistinct crowd of robots dressed exactly alike, with the same hair cut neat, it white shirt, the same smile. An audience of tens of thousands of people between they do not see a distracted, one that seems high, to a shabby, angry one, nothing, there are all voters Blair, Chirac's of Bush ... Live8jugend the plan in video 'Radio Ga-Ga . " Onstage the idiot Will Smith makes the audience snapped his fingers every three seconds to convince them that every time they do starve some more bold and ugly guy Smith. Clack .. " oh John, many .. ." Clack " ... darkies, how fast they die! " click " sorry ... I left " click "... r itmo, when up Pink Floyd? "Clac.

But okay, so I get distracted from the blood in the arm. And at least Will Smith did not sing.



*** close the blog almost without regard for the last time my guild favorite: the advertising. But the truth is that in recent months had no short-offended or surprised me to motivate me to write (although the parable of BANDES Latin Americanist and packets with "fears" the wind swelled me a lot). But just for recent weeks a succession of silly and / or reminded me how awful things irritates me the motivational unit of consumption and its "creativity".

First highlight a foreign place: the advertising of anti-cellulite cream Nivea . Yes, it's that, a group of girls with long legs in hot pants dance down the street and say goodbye to something invisible (we assume that cellulite) with significant joy, until, in the climax of happiness, one jumps in the air is steady, immortalized in the jar of the cream. My objection is purely technical and casting: the chosen girl has very long legs, is very nice and is very happy to say goodbye to the fat tissues, but the girl chosen: a) not more than 20 years b) weighs no more than fifty kilos but is notoriously high and c) is not fully ass, long legs actually go direct to the spine. Then, how the hell is going to have cellulite? Why not hire an agent for shampoo controls hair loss or prostate? Are we mutating?

The second notice is problematic, if not, one against smoking. It makes a number of answer impossible questions associated with a place or an activity with its most distinctive, eg "Can you imagine without Gardel tango? " No, we're supposed to answer (although I do I imagine it pretty well, since the time Gardel is the least I care about the tango, recognizing that itself would be impossible to imagine the discussants of pelotudeces tango without the native thrush), and after several of these questions, we fit a "Can you imagine to you without your health? .. We do not." and remind you of the thousand and one evils that smoking brings. Ok, I will not argue about the evils of smoking as it is undeniable that they are evil cilindrillos guilty until the hole in the ozone layer of the outbreaks Fascist and the sadness of the willows, but it makes me question a lot of noise and formulation, "Can you imagine to you without your health? " Well, yes, I even had a good number of diseases that have left me more or less temporarily bedridden and I can well imagine: there, in bed, more or less bloody, with a face but happy not to go to work. What a pretty picture, say pucha. But I guess that Mr. advertising requires me to get me more health for my imagination free rein. In fact, I demand that I imagine without health, without nothing of it, and the only form of health have nothing to be dead. Well, I thought nothing of health, definitely dead. In a drawer filled with the butts of cigarettes that I smoked when I smoked, with a rare look gothic, surrounded by beautiful women who can not stop mourn and musicians with visible expression of relief. Barbaro, I figured. Now, how fucking sad image that introduce the term proposed by the ad?, I mean, what's the phrase? Musicians "stiffs? "Undeveloped possibilities? "Morbid imagination? "Free associations of advertisers bored ...? The truth seems to notice paid any tobacco you want to look good without it being a joraca and, of course, not scare anyone.

The latest example comes from an insurance agency and operates on the very human habit of being constantly dissatisfied with our life time. Thus the claim when we're talking about a tricycle and bicycle dream, the desire to be 18 for driving a car (differences between people, my greatest desire was to have 18 years to kill a dirty car, but can watch any movie with ease), the desire of a woman and then a daughter with that woman ... and then things get complicated and lyric writer notes, while the screen a young woman dressed like most of what is viewed from a lawn chair a few youngsters who franelear while voiceover says: " And after spending thirty, wanted for a few seconds back on the twentieth . " Ah, young creative lyrical pen, you've been in your position and know that one of the sacred laws of advertising is not to write anything that worry the prospect, but ... "A few seconds? How many? 780.00 a year "? Doll, youth and to be exact the golden twenties is the most precious assets in today's society and, generally, the decade of the full physical. No person over thirty-and I guess after worse-should not have the desire more or less permanently to be younger, at least physically. Clear that unless pathological cases, like those old operated increasingly common, is a desire embedded in our subconscious, like killing people, which reveals no happiness or prevents us from its incompleteness. But "a few seconds ?"... Go to felar camels, you and your generation merchant desires. ***



Ink II: not everyone likes tattoos, but it is a fact that all recent tattoo is the most unusual excuses to showcase what you just printed on the body is a law. It is also a law, or at least one of the many corollaries to Murphy, that no matter how little one is usually receptive to physical contact, each known when you find yourself tattooed just grab it happens violently and / or hit you exact point tattoo. ***



Blogs have a noticeable positive press-at least lip service-and rightly so; the end of the day work samples are usually free and disinterested, which function as a sort of para-journalism at a time when the level of distrust toward the mean is set high and bla bla bla .... (I will not explain what a blog as if it were a youth supplement of a newspaper achanchado). About to leave one of them quite easy for me to see popular attractions, especially for casual readers and commentators, and the possible need for alternative and watch.

However I do not I have a very idyllic view of blogs, U.S. a lot of them have become a sort of para-state apparatus of defamation against liberals , being funded by parallel boxes -O-shameless GOP official. But beyond these sinister intentions paid, the blog format can also be used to persecute, harass and insult from the darkness, from unverifiable data from the rumor, the implied threat and over-understood. In fact there are many local examples of blogs used brutality against people rather powerless over what can not be considered anything other than abuse. Not funny.

"Look Who's Talking " may be thinking of someone taking into account the virulence of some posts uploaded to this blog, but there are differences. Put aside the political sphere in which offending players of it is almost a must, at last, after all if anyone has the right to decide on our wombs and our lungs, one also has the right to say that the great decider is what turned a dog or some other outrage, although as little more than revenge. But where there have been more offended talk back is in the field of arts, specifically the music. I agree that in FYT has rubbed violently from time to time-sensitive figures such as Jorge Drexler , Hereford, La Vela Puerca , NTvG , Dani Umpi , Dobermann and Trap , etc. I do not suppose anyone will believe me, but en ninguno de estos casos hubo una animosidad personal hacia estos músicos. Me explico; no conozco, o conozco muy superficialmente, a esta gente, que tiene muy distintos vicios y virtudes, pero todos tienen algo en común: son el mainstream , la fachada, el signo musical uruguayo de estos tiempos. Son la música uruguaya en un tiempo desesperante para mí, un melómano al que no le gusta nada de la música popular de su tiempo. Posiblemente muchos de los trabajos que he despreciado o subestimado hayan sido hechos con espíritu, dedicación y honestidad, tal vez soy yo el que no ha podido apreciarlo.

No siempre fue así; me ha tocado vivir tiempos en los que Alfredo Zitarrosa , Jaime Roos and El Cuarteto de Nos were alternately Uruguayan artists most popular and widespread thanks to its exquisite music. Could it be that I took a viejazo a bit premature? Maybe, but until you show me a song of popular artists today that can compete with 'golden-eyed Milonga', 'Fifteen Aprils' or 'Guardian of the zoo ', prefer to think it is mere degradation taste. Degradation, in my opinion, has much to do with Olympic impunity in critical terms of current artists that they enjoy and which has become a central theme in this blog. Criticism, besides serving as a controller, also has a constructive role for artists who can get off your ego to read others views, but the people responsible for it in the public media decided to abdicate the possibility to join the party and "do not shoot for back "limited number of tickets to celebrate and record sales as if it had a real relationship with product quality (and being intensely hypocritical, because during the rise of cumbia, the music board, sales never seemed to be sufficient argument to respect a musician).

do not think I won anything fighting with the mainstream Uruguayan musical, and I pretty sure you lost (everything returns "is the favorite phrase of modern Uruguayans and are not just talking about karma), but I felt that silence before the half cowardly, half-ass tolerance had to say that emperor was naked. And clutching a child, too. But it seems to me, I believe, that the uncritical triumphalism is slowly reversed. For the moment I am surprised to read a review of Pilsen Rock in Search in which the writer finally able to write what is known for years: that the singer of one of these bands is completely invalid as a showman (if one is not a catorceañera hormonal exploding.) Soon it reaches even talk honestly about their singing skills. It will not change anything in the short term for any of these successful artists, but perhaps in the coming years is more common that at least one in five of its potential listeners, be able to doubt about the infallibility of idols-even fill Olympic stadiums in high-arms, to trust the inner voice that tells you not only burgers man lives and ask for more when confronted with a new product mediocre. And, horror of horrors, if not satisfied look elsewhere, in another band. Maybe someday music listeners Let's remember that a band-or even a soloist, is among other things a small business that finances, not a holy cause.

heart I believe that the promotion of any aesthetic involves getting elbowed make room for others. There is something to vigilante-and entirely lawful "in the attempt to destroy a good case the credibility of any proposal adoradaPero invite some of those who decided to record the entire contents of the blog and have spirit of single mathematical comparison between the number of posts" positive "for disseminating creative works and artists, especially Uruguay, which I consider valuable, and posts" negative ", aimed at, say, destroy it Atila. The number the first is far superior, however I am sure you will remember most corrosive function. It is a pity.

Everything in this blog has not been more than a passionate and perhaps exaggerated declaration of love for the use of discretion, the authority to interpret and eloquence as a form of fencing. And above all things, love your music, good music. If not understood, then not understood anything. And may I be the only culprit. ***



Ink III: Today to Emanuel have tattoos, but not always the case, it is actually a much more recent phenomenon what is involved. I lived the times when the tattoo inevitably betrayed some holidays prison or immigration, and where we saw Henry Rollins -less songs tattooed teen manufacturers such as Blink 182 or AFI - and we seemed to see someone who was very ill, a madman.

One of the first tattoos I saw a person who was neither a fool nor a lost everything in the shoulder blade was the girlfriend of the brother of a friend of mine. Architecture was a girl, several years older than me and a woman of legendary beauty and dark on which wove all sorts of disturbing stories but knew little. A day that surprisingly saw it happen and we looked up from her ass discovered that she had an eagle tattooed on his back, almost on the left shoulder, a tattoo rather small and unobtrusive to the standards presented today. But me and the rest of my friends hit us why a woman would submit to what we imagined as a painful operation, to draw a bird indelibly on the back? and, above all, why just so exceptionally attractive girl, which naturally made the cars collided at the corner of Avenida Brasil and us horny assholes, we saw as the embodiment of the unattainable woman? What could I bring? But we were too young to understand the power of beauty as individuation. Or to understand why we could not stop looking at the eagle. ***



Since nombrábamos, Drexler (accompanied by Supervielle ) and NTvG entertained presidents, vice presidents and four of hearts many who came to the Iberoamerican Summit . I suppose it was a gesture of good vibes between the sister countries have Emiliano Brancciari pontificating about Latin American unity on behalf of Uruguayan art and that man is Argentina, a fact that I believe that the organizers had clearly. But wills beyond figurettis and geographical inaccuracies, I wonder, seriously, what comes into their head to these people when they play in front of presidents, human receptacles for power and evil than those of most mortals but also even went to see the show, but simply are fulfilling ceremonial obligations, and obviously what happens on stage give a shit.

I also realize the domestication of the musical flag, we think, what insane organizer had invited to play in the Solís a, say, Daniel Viglietti ? or what artist dream of such an opportunity to make a notable and legendary bard singing a fresh pair of two or three of the championship these scoundrels? Worldwide Drexler these risks do not exist, man, perhaps a follower of Eastern religion, remains convinced that singing a capella in a trembling voice is an act of rebellion, "Drexler world nobody is going to come out of the script, or to make a raspberry to the authorities. In the world of artists recitals Summit ends with the national anthem and the audience singing loudly. ***



hear a radio news program, not touch anything, where they go, quite properly in relation to Ibero version of the classic Leo Masliah ' The Wall' of Quilapayún . Just finished, the driver is reading emails from listeners and read one where someone will protest at being passed to the "intellectual smarty Maslíah ." An immediate reflection, say.

Now Maslíah version is a joke, but a bit silly, funny and, in the context of international visits and outright security measures have been surrounded by "walls" to Montevideo, a very suitable choice to spend on essentially a news program during these days and a reasonably short song. Addition no one can say that it is going through a period of saturation Masliah, conversely, to be a musician more importance should say that seems to be banned from the airwaves. Not and indeed their absence has more to do with the fact that his later works are focused in the most "difficult" for his work (leaving aside some of its most slapstick), and with which Maslíah is lower profile than usual and the bad taste that distinguishes these years.

Maslíah is a fairly minor musician and worship, so that in the perverse logic of the market is quite likely that is unpopular, in fact it seems wrong, as would-that anyone would look very bad or unlistenable directly making. To me it's the same with 90% of Uruguayan music, especially the most widespread. But listening to the program Rosenberg bother-no, actually ran out because the mail came a few minutes after the song ended, to sit on the PC, open the mail, think of something witty, search program direction and send the message, just because they had spent a song by an artist who does not like and do not spend almost never there or in any program. And his argument contemptuous was trying to kind of "smart aleck " and "intellectual " in some way in line with a recent comment in this blog, in which it was also in reality Maslíah multiopinador is a very shy and quite difficult to interview, how can there be found anyone who has had an interest in doing so.

may seem a minor thing, but I was terrified / worthless idiots who have this caliber, capable of a range of volitional operations to tell the world anonymously his displeasure about the work of someone who clearly does not can be seen (in the sense understand and enjoy ) and having such a cultural inferiority complex that can not wait two minutes to insult someone who is also a musician, not a opinator , being a "know ".... Well

"Sabelona", whoever you are that drifts through the world with your bad smell of ignorance in tow, to me, listening to the program Rosenberg, I care a turd your repellent opinion and ask you in the future you save your cultural prejudices of disabled and your penis envy interpretation, and will not use half-instant messaging-to suck the ether with claims of brain death. I congratulate the Swedish Leiva for choosing a song so well in a as accurate time and I regret that you pieces of shit like you listening to the show looking for an opportunity to publicize your bad taste and your cultural dysfunctions like a virtue, a species of primate deglutidor pellets, monkey can not remember a song of swollen without the letter, asshole sperm sommelier, parasites incubator Patones, emperor of halitosis and plaque, toilet exclusive asses in public transport, bar and dumb poor guy .. you one thing is clear: Say what Maslíah read, sing that song, whether or not they agree that it is bullshit, or a genius, always going to be interesting or at least worth listening to. Ie the exact opposite your pathetic letter from underfunded to believe anything that apparently exceeds the cultural (ie anything) is an act of intellectual arrogance. It is not, fool, so sit down and listen: able to learn how to get close to the human race again. ***



Ink IV: too many years ago I went to a luau , one of those monstrous late night parties that the Brazilians are not too many excuses, on a beach in Arraial D'Ajuda . I was with a couple of fellow drinking capeta, lethal vodka drink that mixes Northeast with condensed milk, cinnamon and powdered guarana, which has an effect similar to that of liquefied Amphetamine and rubbing alcohol. But the night had been too long, even with capeta, and at some point the girl and I went to sleep, leaving his family-a character, say, impulsive, slightly drunk and hanging around the shops where they made tattoos. When I arrived at the inn was breaking, and the night clouds of mosquitoes were gone, so I decided to throw myself into one of the hammocks hanging from pole to pole ceiling in front of the rooms, listening to the Harvest Moon of Neil Young .

A couple of hours later I wake up and see someone screaming that we appear to lean left on the beach, which is staggering and euphoric by the dirt road leading to the inn. Approached me and with great pride I say "look what I did." Lifting the sleeve of his shirt and shows me a very fresh tattoo of a huge panther which occupies almost the whole arm, with a large head with bulging eyes on the shoulder and a body that was stretched until the queue went down several inches elbow. I'm quite surprised and with serious doubts about whether we were right in leaving him alone at the party.

" You like it? ", he asks, with an enthusiasm which only expects confirmations. I look at that big cat standing and say, "Ehhh ... how great it is ... " and washing my hands added, " do you like? ." The guy looks back at his tattoo, studying with false dignity of drunk and says, " good ... well I'll like ", and goes to her room, leaving me astonished at such a tremendous response. ***



for the third time I saw Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas of Terry Gilliam, and finally convinced me that it is a great movie and a great fit. They might be met hallucinogenic drugs / consumed since its release until now, but I think my initial impression was poor most of all the rejection that is often felt to all artistic works that in some a direct relationship with a past tense of our lives. In this case was twofold: Gilliam was my favorite director during my adolescence and Thompson one of my favorite writers of my early adult years. Over time I discovered that one tends to associate stimuli that dated to the history with the stupidity and immaturity of those years, but usually at some point you realize that then we had pretty good taste and that these artists are still as good. It always happens, one day grabbed this album AC / DC or The Damned we remember as a boludez and realize that it is better than any contemporary crap we are listening. Inevitably, they are things that are etched forever in the psyche not because we had a bad taste terrible when we were younger but otherwise, because we already knew instinctively what it was: the kids have, or had very good taste.

days later I see the less well-known "Where the Buffalo Roam '( Art Linson, 1980), which Bill Murray and Peter Boyle take the roles of Hunter S. Thompson and his lawyer in a stew of stories gonzo journalist -even a minor history of 'Fear & Loathing ..."- pulse in a strange film, with music Neil Young more concentrated in the areas extravagantly clownish personality of Thompson and his attorney . However, although less than Gilliam's film is quite good and one is always amazed about the distinctive (and contagious) that should have been Thompson's personality, because it interprets Murray exactly the same eccentric tics Johnny Depp in the film later. Tics actually be very sticky, and Murray apparently took several back to the filming of Saturday Night Live , where he bitched the whole cast because of his remarkable change.

But this is superficial, because Thompson read and return to being captivated by his rabid libertarian message and unparalleled style, but when I think of how to evoke his personality and heroic prose, I remember Frank Kelly Rich , the brave drunkard who created the Modern Drunkard Magazine , wrote a beautiful elegy, which I would play a few paragraphs also excited at the appointment of a tiger, and I work on marble exhaust the list of verbal

Nowadays the main rule is Play It Safe. Not only Should you look Before you leap, You Should Seriously think about very Attending a Leapers Anonymous meeting and Discussing the Possibility That You Have A leaping problem. We're all told at one point to tone it down, to start behaving responsibly and settle into that grey lockstep toward the prison of death. Nearly everyone eventually bows to that pressure, which is what made Hunter such a rare creature. He never backed down, he never sold out the ideals of his youth; instead of toning it down he cranked it up.

He loped along like a crazy tiger and I think we all understood that that was how he was going to go out — at full stride in a sudden spasm of violence. We knew death wasn't going to finally catch up with him in a nursing home where he’d crawled to die.

People liked to say, and I was one of them, that Hunter had lost a step toward the end, that his tidal wave Had talent of crested and broke Decades Before and WAS Quickly now receding.

Which May be true, Though it Hardly matters. His Ideals Were Already Firmly Planted in the firmament of Society. The lighthouse still stands and the light still burns bright.

Long live the king


***

Shakira is the least attractive woman on Planet Earth, definitely. There's nothing less attractive than a buffoon who is serious about what he does, and that's what the Colombia: Latin cartoon makes for non-Latinos and is taken seriously, and is all, all, all, everywhere. And brings me surprisingly weak, despite upholstery the world with his mouth connoting fellatio (or someone is so asshole to believe that it's "Oral Fixation" is on the side of the expression or chocolates?), I say, is surprisingly non-sexy. When emerged was a kind of Latin and degraded version of Alanis Morissette , something like what is Maná Police, who at least got hooks in their songs, but now even that. And is conquering the world with his perfect model of what should be the subordination America. It's terrible. But besides flojísima brings me, at least met Paulina Rubio, Shakira. Hips do not lie, but Shakira yes, all those who sell Shakira lie, are selling a car that does not work.

And speaking of spoiled goods, "just me who thinks that Paris Hilton , besides being a championship Conchuda and dumb as a stick, is uglier than a baboon's ass bit sanitized? What the hell is happening to global libido?

And I'm a little, for the first time I remember I agree completely with Rodrigo Fresán in appreciation on Scarlett Johanson acalambrante and saturation that we have had the media with her nice but not a supernatural figure. Dog Shows: stop proposing beauty in one fashionable package, the only woman that summarizes all the others is great if you're a young lover, not a method of distributing a restless press agent. ***



There are two kinds of professionals that I admire above all others and I would never have dared because they are typical of ubermensch of superior men. These are the jazz musician and a comedian, referring, of course, the great exponents of the two works that have coexisted in the same scenarios for decades.

I got a strange documentary called The Aristocrats (Paul Provenza , 2005) and it consists exclusively of dozens of top comedians (George Carlin , Lewis Black , Eric Idle, Eddie Izzard and many others) telling the same joke, rude and not particularly pretty free funny, in various versions, and think about this too, and I realize that there is no better proof of the connection between humor and music to this documentary. You know the end of the joke, you know the variations of obscenity that can be done about it, but each of these, at least the really talented, they manage to give their personal touch and that touch is almost always in the voice not on the face, the comedian. It is almost always a matter of phrasing, tempo, measure of the silences, volume ... the guys are singing a popular song, not telling a joke, and jam on it as jazz musicians, as people who know the line between the professionals of the willing, the artists that are not. In my perfect dictatorship dream tie at 80% of Uruguayan comic to a chair and force, like Alex in A Clockwork Orange to see The Aristocrats 20 times. I do not know if it would do any good, but at least leave the screen free for 40 hours. ***



Ink V: I see some pictures of the great concert singers metrosexuals who met in Montevideo to Kevin Johansen with Paulinho Moska . Both muscular look that show their shoulders, biceps and tattoos. Moska has impresentable haircut, but his tattoos are discreet and more or less passable (they look like a mix of tribal and abstract kanji ideogram). Johansen has a good haircut but what has tattooed on his shoulder is ... a pipe. Not just any pipe, but a reproduction pipe René Magritte, of the famous "Ceci n'est pas joins pipe" that has given so much to talk about the theory of the vanguard. Even under the tattoo has also tattooed a handwritten statement that small photo will not let me read, but I guess it is, precisely, the pipe Ceci n'est pas links that we talked about.

Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin ... I know I should not be easy to be witty, modern and intertextual 24 hours per day (8 hours I start to burp and I get cross-appointments), but I can assure you that there are things that should not be tattooed, because no are well beyond the cultural tradition that is evoking and that one would like to try to read a book from Taschen on surrealist painting. I mean, ok, Magritte was a painter and a good artist, and suddenly he can rescue any convert drawings to tattoo. Suddenly one of your characters in suits and bowler ... Suddenly the bird made of sky ... Suddenly this huge pink legendary .... but the pipe does not, Kevin. If you love the surrealism there are plenty of evocative cartoons that can be recorded one in the body (if tested with Europe after the rain of Max Ernst had earned my respect), but a pipe -beyond what anyone says frasesita below-remains a pipe, something that looks good in your mouth, not in one arm. It's like tattooing a plate of tripe. There are a thousand and one thing you can get tattooed, but it is all well and ornamental imagery own tattoos (is While one feels a little on the meaning, but the value of the tattoo is mostly ornamental) is rather juvenile and primitive, ritual symbols, Thanatos, or merely decorative animals represent a concept of beauty linked to pain, the ultimate and the tribal (even if the tattoo is not). Not a vernissage comment of a goose who thinks that intellectual is an oxymoron cumbiera hilarious. Everyone is free to tattoo what they fancied, but in terms of class Magritte's pipe is so cool as a portrait of Federico Klemm with a flag on the sunrise.

Shit, is this the generation that comes to replace Caetano Veloso and Fernando Cabrera ? Who is in charge of quality control? ***


I was not writing a long post I thought for a long time. Would be about what I got used to calling "the mafia of friendship" and that there is nothing more than the traditional cronyism Uruguay adapted to new media and transformed generations of a small fault at a great value.

But I ran out and, frankly, I wanted to turn me against the whole synergy of broadcasters, musicians, professional funny, figurettis, publicists, journalists, writers and visual communicators thirties. To all the synergy that has the privileges of attention that occurs to be part of a group that not only feels a bit of modesty by privileging the work of his friends, but also claimed this discretion as something good, as something that men well done for his friends.

No, I do corrupt, but also the corrupt self-centered, because the view that friendship itself is endorsed by the Bonomia or talent of any person implies that one is considered so valuable that only friends you have to great men.

I prefer and rescued the exact opposite: For several years a director with whom I had a bad relationship significant a priori (Product of some classical prejudice benito younger) decided, despite this antipathy, devoting time, space and work to a project in which I was directly involved. Genuinely surprised me because this ability to separate the merely subjective what is perceived as important beyond affinities is not only rare but impossible to find in this medium. But this independence of criteria and conveniences is the stuff of island people and able to see outside their own mediocre inbreeding, which the later work largely confirm that person years later.

But today we live in today, where they take care of the back and where it seems entirely reasonable join groups in which they exchanged musical curtains by mass media and where the phrase "a friend" assumes a value we should share that we are not friends of those people, nor will we be going down these roads misanthropes.

post would have been an interesting, full of names and examples, but I will not write. I have no desire to get into trouble, and would also be appointed along with some friends. ***



second time I saw the first was a long time, "Nights of Cabiria and carefully study Giulietta Masina . No wonder that despite all their stories with voluptuous actresses, Fellini always return to it; this woman was magical.

His performance in The Nights of Cabiria has been voted many times as the best actress of all time. It's a hard thing to say, but at the same time is difficult to think of a better example. Current school safety performance at the Masina is too acted but, as in the social realism of Mike Leigh (do not know why I keep thinking about Leigh throughout the Fellini film), this makes it more unreal but rather the opposite. Masina not speak and does not explain: he sings and conspiracy.

When Wanda says goodbye and leaves the bus stop the movie and I'm not seeing the end. I have no desire to see Victor deceived the good woman. Instead I return to the top, I hear prisoners scream dialogues he wrote Pier Paolo Pasolini , I admire your eyebrows Luciferian and angelic spirit and mambo observed in the street again. ***



Ink VI: I look at the tattoo again for the hundredth time that day. Give me some embarrassment if it did not know that all the recent tattoos do exactly the same. Then I start thinking about some decisions and promises that links with the tattoo, I think that every time you do something decisive or permanent in your life, you have to exploit this to you as a reminder of memory aids, the one plans and expectations at that time.

A new job, a new partner, a new house, a new tattoo, anything that has a perpetual evidence serves as a marker to check the temper of our dreams, simply because it is a fixed point in the calendar or in our bodies or in our lives. Signal a new departure for new ways to be yourself. One way to leave material evidence of the good advice that we give and never deliver.

Well, I know what you're saying and remembering this tattoo and I will try to honor the commitment. As if they knew that others had tattoos that remind me something that I can not find anywhere in my memory.

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Long Goodbye (Part 1 of 3): Three (four) sad (?) Transvestites

Throughout the existence of FYT myself to reprove me, despise, desire to attack and painful extinction of several people, some professions, a pair of local policies, many bands, all monotheistic religions, casual passers, communicators various and some neighbors. However I received few responses from these groups of people were offended, which I think is somewhat logical since subspecies generally consider incapable of understanding and / or enjoy the refinement of this blog. Instead, he received many protests from several members of a minority who not only never attacked, but I consider as valid and part of society which I refuse to consider his separate existence of the same: homosexuals. Personally I

with Foucault and Kinsey, that there is something called "gay" but simply homosexual behavior and that specific issue, as are all-sexual behavior of each person and their potential partners bed, bath, or tent. I believe with Kinsey that you can set a scale of 1 to 10 who is at 1 as the person who is exclusively heterosexual behavior and 10 to which it has exclusively homosexual behavior, and that except for these rare creatures, swayed by others the numerillos between these two points.

I've lived so far as heterosexual and I doubt they will find a great desire repressed at this point in my life, which does not mean it is not able to realize that, say, Jet Li is physically much more attractive than Ben Affleck , or that a third of my club, and half of my library, is composed of works by artists considered to be homosexual and who are often brutally frank about their customs. Or that William Burroughs me look like an example of manhood, in short, are details. The point is that I never thought to use the blog as an instrument of discrimination and does not even occur to me to make it a means of discussion about something that in my opinion is not necessary to discuss a lot to say. If I referred to homosexual acts with the same rudeness with which I have referred to any sexual behavior and without any emphasis. Interestingly I have the feeling that there are nonexistent homophobic comments that have plagued the (bad could) but the assumption that these are behind what I do myself as heterosexual hedonist Coert preaching. It is a paradoxical trap of contemporary culture that the groups struggling for free expression of sexual diversity somehow feel offended by the expression of sexual homogeneity (as if that existed, on the other hand). But the struggle for expression has become stronger, in the strengthening of speech, the prohibition of others. And in this minefield of language can be considered a misogynist for saying that he likes women. U homophobic to say that maybe it's time to muzzle Umpi Dani. And the war

language reaches absurd levels: a reader emailed me complaining about my use of the masculine article "el" in referring to or explaining transvestites and how important it is to respect the language of the definition generic one chooses for himself. I was a bit surprised that the accusations of homophobia that I have occasionally been generally related to nouns or adjectives he used, and had not thought that came to watch lexical items.
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But after saying that all is well, that language is not taken too seriously, which is a means not an end, I am thinking that the two spent two things overlooked. The first, very simply, is that transvestite transsexual is not synonymous with transsexuality and that, without there actually a generic change: if I saw a bear I can not pretend that I consider as plantigrade more "myself" I feel dress bear. So, come on, the transvestite is a transvestite and the correct item for the RAE, to Benito and common sense is "." Because we are not what we want, we are what we can and what we are.

The other thing we spent in high-and I care even more than a discussion gramático/articular- is that thanks to the custom of giving the reason the speech of minorities (and hardly dare to relativize how right he is) we forget one thing: cross-dressing is not a behavior or an exclusive privilege of homosexuals. Leaving aside the cross-dressing as a caricature of femininity, usually performed by comedians straight without much imagination as the nasty Miguel Del Sel - occasional cross-dressing is also performed with joy and without mockery by heterosexuals in areas "cleared" such as carnival and performance. Or the rock.

course there is a big difference between transvestism and being a transvestite, but I'm not sure that all homosexuals who seek to cross-dress often the loss of male identity. When in doubt and with a transvestite, I guess that education alone would refer to it in feminine terms, and I shall know him by name, is Andrea, Mariana and Cacho, but the abstract transvestite, transvestite in general is for me a man. I do not see what's wrong, I see that's wrong with being a man. I do not see the world through the eyes of ugly Andrea Dworkin.

Anyway, this post is not about that problem language in particular or on the protests attracted, but because the discussion came at a time when, by a strange series of coincidences, I was watching or re-watching some films that deal with cross-dressing and just have four different views on four distinct transvestites. Diversity in diversity, say, and the communicating to the rock and revolution, or what remains of both.

Dr Frank'n'Furter (Tim Curry): The first time I saw The Rocky Horror Show ( Jim Sharman, 1975) I was a teenager and I was shocked. I had gone to see why the film had been banned by the dictatorship and somehow I was expecting to meet with what the film actually offered: rebellion, arrogance, rock, alternative and controversial moral, what I did not expect was the burden of absolute sexual freedom, a typical product of the 70, and the joy with which this was addressed. To my adolescent moral building and conflict, there was no good turn around a villain to hero's girlfriend who was also a heroin-and then suck it's own hero, as the heroine in turn fucks an muscular sort of mutant created by the same villain in question. That was not right, I thought, but in an orderly mess. The villain was, of course, Dr Frank'n'Furter the androgynous, not much of a man by the light of day / But by night, one hell of a lover .

is not difficult to see why the dictatorship censored this movie, although no explicit drug consumption, no clear political message and the sex scenes are totally discrete, the atmosphere of joyous amorality and hedonism that comes from each and every one of scenes from Janet and Brad come to the castle of the infamous Doctor is as evident as subversive. Today such a film would be unthinkable, perhaps you could do with more explicit sex scenes and a long succession of gay tongue kissing, but no one (well, Todd Haynes might itself) would dare to tell such a story without moralizing and without heroes. Well, actually yes there is a hero, but I spent ten years thinking it was the villain. Re-watching

today The Rocky Horror Show I realize that Dr. Frank'n'Furter, physical caricature Lou Reed's Transformer is the weakest villain in movie history . Is self-centered, moody, extremely debauched, cruel and vain impetuously, but except for his untimely assassination Eddie (Meat Loaf ), has no power over any of the other characters, and much less about their supposed servants Riff-Raff (Richard O'Brien ) and Magenta (Patricia Quinn ), who end up running it with a mixture of sadism and contempt (and after that the guy just play the wonderful 'I'm Going Home '!). And there's the issue: the real villain is defined by its accumulation of power. The combination of dreams disproportionate short pulses of mid Frank'n'Furter pansexual lust is more like an exhibition and as such a vulnerability, an abdication of power. When Janet (Susan Sarandon ) finished singing the incredibly horny ' Touch me', he directs his plea to the " creature of the night, which is manufactured by Frank'n'Furter creature, but in its final chorus are all bizarre things in the film, led by Curry's character, who repeated, in tones ranging from pride to curiosity this "creature of the night", taking charge of their identity with the concept. Freaks, groupies, fat bikers, transvestites are all creatures of the night . And they are radiant.

In a logical world, Tim Curry should have become a legend after this paper, in the end only turned daemon Legend (Ridley Scott , 1985). But what he did in The Rocky Horror Show was an epic and there are stars with a place stuck in the sky for much less bright. And 30 years away is worth reminding the perfect youth council of his character: Do not Dream It / be it .

Divine (Divine): I find it surprising that only this year has seen Pink Flamingos (1972) for the first time, but is explained by the fact that, like many Rio de la Plata, I saw the movie John Waters front to back and, although now I'm reconsidering, the late Waters I was very uninteresting to bother to get a copy Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble . I knew by reputation the most controversial scenes from Pink Flamingos: The Divine blowjob that makes the character of the child, ortho Dancing ' Surfin' Bird 'intercourse among chickens and, of course, the legendary dog-turd Divine degulte front of the camera, but none of this excited me to watch a movie than I thought (with some justification) as an early version, more rough and realistic film of Waters.

But I was wrong on the essentials and I found this magnificent demonstration of a full cultural terrorism is the infamous film that remains, like all genuine art-fully impossible to co-opt and tame. You you can talk about that movie mad at you eat dog poop, you can put in your DVD copies, but still infumable, and is impossible to see family.

And of course much of the credit, the inability to absorb and clear this film is Divine . He was neither a transvestite or a transsexual or a man or a woman but a category in itself. When you see movies Divine Waters does not think like a man dressed as a woman trying to pass woman, or who fails in the company, Divine is Divine, its actions are beyond any appreciation histrionic because it tries to convince anyone but yourself a. A formidable presence that works out to destroy society. The final terrorist, which is not only beyond the parameters of sexuality but also of aesthetics. Just as one does not think like a transvestite Divine, or as a member of any kind, nor think of it as fat, or as someone well or badly dressed, because these categorizations were blown to pieces since the guy came on screen. Because it is heavy .

In Divine Thrash, supposed documentary about the career of John Waters but actually focuses on the implementation of Pink Flamingos Waters, a man with a permanent guard of humorous cynicism, lower the barrier to talk about Divine, and speaks in terms rare. Talk of pride that means that his work is associated with the figure of someone well and remembers him as a friend. And the Divine mother remembers him with affection as a child, and suddenly all categories overthrown by his formidable presence to become re-write but elsewhere, in a parallel dimension in which the Divine is a friend, a fellow work, a son and a funny guy. Something like the world after a wild and successful cosmic rebellion in which Antony sing ' Hitler in my heart' over the corpse of Robbie Williams .

Tick (Hugo Weaving): I had forgotten how much I liked ABBA until I saw this film in some ways is a tribute to the most powerful of the Swedish quartet's songs, 'Mamma Mia '; The Adventures of Priscilla ( Stephan Elliot, 1994) was equivalent to the 90 of La Cage aux Folles , ie the image pleasant, empathetic and somewhat stereotyped (and as such assimilated) of homosexual transvestite.

The years have not been good to The Adventures ... today many of their treatments and stories doomed to seem commonplace, but the nerve festive time of the film was really attractive even from a look straight. Reviewing today surprised me a little latent misogyny in the film: three women portrayed in it, only one (lesbian, incidentally) is portrayed with some sympathy, while the other two are a tomboy impresentable (which receives a fierce commentary from Terence Stamp inviting her to have fun with a buffer) and a semi-crazed oriental whore whose main skill is to drive golf balls vaginally. No, there is no love for women in this film.

But over the years has also won an extra attraction, when its release Hugo Weaving, Terence Stamp and Guy Pearce were perfect strangers (well, Stamp a little less), which could well be identical to the characters they represented. And the most surprising is Weaving. After over ten years and The Matrix trilogies and Lord of the Rings , Nigerian Weaving and eyebrows is elf Elrond or Agent Smith, and it is difficult to re-imagine a role as the transvestite Tick, and less aware of how comfortable it is, the performance of Weaving is simply wonderful and even though his approximation is essentially humorous character, remember to leave a space of glamor and possible appeal. Tick \u200b\u200bis the three characters The Adventures ... , the nicest and most versatile, but also the most culpable, which considered more their homosexuality incompatible with the father (or any role "respectable"). Of course that overcomes these doubts, because The Adventures ... is a machine to satisfy the wishes and tastes, mainly intended audience as I was when I saw more than ten years: male, slightly biased and incapable of admitting even affection for a few songs of ABBA. If Frank'n'furter could sneak into our party and put acid in beverages to abuse the Divine unprepared and could break the door panzazo then set fire to the ballroom, Tick and his politely ask permission and offered as opening number Dani Umpi . Well, there will always be more fun than MIDACHI .

Hedwig (John Cameron Mitchell): hard to imagine a better start than Hedwig & The Angry Inch (2001), the explosive device directed, written and starring John Cameron Mitchell to that Apparently no one listened to pop. The film begins with Hedwig and her band performing 'Tear me down ' shit in a bowling alley. It is nothing more than that, a rock band playing a great rock'n'roll song, but it is impossible to take your eyes off Hedwig / Mitchell. You know it makes sense that after having played the role in hundreds of functions in the work of the emergence of the film and that with the extra help of editing, the performance we see is not exactly spontaneous. But the shots are long, unlike the micro-assembly of video clips where taken and repeated every second that the idiot accidentally portrayed resembles a rocker, and suffice to note that Mitchell's body language / Hedwig is amazing. Have that kind of feline grace but unmistakably male enjoyed by few performers. Hedwig dance like Iggy Pop as Perry Farrell, and Gene Kelly as Mick Jagger never dance (though he tried wonderfully). And in doing so is a king of the stage, a creature of the night only.

Hedwig The clear pattern is Wayne / Jayne County , but sings better and is also a creature of the XXI century, so, like the Brian Slade in Todd Haynes -based David Bowie but with several extra elements incorporated, "also inspired the major figures of the epic glam, adding an inevitable component of postmodernism. And all great stories glam have to use force some sort of grand metaphor homosexual. But the parallelism of Germany Hedwig (female name exists in English but has a connotation that could be translated as "wig of thorns") with the Berlin Wall and its references to the original Greek myth of the androgyne not work as well as aliens Haynes Wildean in Velvet Goldmine, Hedwig movie that is a sort of smaller and more wild cousin, "and when philosophy inspired by the myths and disc of Berlin Lou Reed, the film and the character fall. In contrast, when Hedwig / Mitchell are singing the scene is unsurpassed.

Mitchell's voice, something waterfall but with good record, slightly resembling that of Marianne Faithfull while remaining deeply masculine. Hedwig himself is a transvestite disaster: a big nose rather masculine traits, dress often seems the enemy is past the age to be a star glam and no underarm. To make matters worse, his character is mutilated confessed victim of a failed sex change operation. But when he sings ' Sugar Daddy' or ' Angry Inch' is absolutely magnetic and a whole host of questions about what is success and failure on stage. What's the rock'n'roll, clear. Hedwig is a

beautiful loser, a term that has been used and abused to describe characters that only the second of the two adjectives made them justice. It is a failure with enormous powers, both within the band on stage and even people with forces theoretically superior to theirs, as his ex-lover Tommy Gnosis permanent traitor ( Michael Pitt). Young, fachero, "sensitive" and belonging to exempt may not talent but obviously speculative generation Music Marylin Manson, the character of Tommy Gnosis is obviously more updated than the glam-punk of Hedwig, but at the same time not only the respect but fear him, because he knows that Hedwig is real.

(This happens in a movie, ie a work of fiction, but Hedwig is much more true that many characters constructed in the "real" and the situation you describe is very, very credible. How many invite winners magnificent untalented losers to participate in their records or open their shows, leaving as redistributors of event when in fact they are, once again, tailgating on the credibility of top artists and bands and transiguieron not? I am not thinking in the fictional case of Gnosis, Hedwig, the end of the game of betrayals more emotional and direct, but in these concerts so "Inconsistent" in which some figure of low commercial Olympus to ask any band of under that serves as a support act, an action that is often hailed as generous when usually nothing more than a brutal golden theft.)

And with so much credibility on the shoulders, Hedwig rescues words and meanings. There is nothing easier to hijack a word, and the era of advertising and bastardeo is the era of mass looting of entire sections of dictionaries, and as good thieves, take first the words most valuable jewels family. Words such as youth, revolution, love, violence, anger or rock'n'roll. But a healthy and strong, even of a failure rocker and a failure of transsexual (or a talented artist who pretends to be above), may be purged of impurities a concept that is so cross and Mitchell Hedwig-no, which is its instrument, decides in the middle of the XXI century, that the word has been co-opted by the worst scourges of expression of Western history, talk of Rock'n'roll.

Not all songs present in Hedwig & the Angry Inch are good, the level is rather lower than, say, The Rocky Horror Show or Singing in the Rain, but one of them is outstanding and is the ballad that closes the film, "Midnight Radio." Mitchell there, and left his alter-ego of Hedwig self-contained in a rare paradigm that of the great rock vocalists, singing: "Here's to Patti / And Tina / And Yoko / Aretha / And Nona / And Nico / And I / And all the strange rock and rollers / You know you're doing all right / So hold on to Each Other / You gotta hold on tonigh t "

There are other things besides the wig with thorns, when it abandoned for" Midnight Radio ", including the irony and alienation, which have way to a brutal frankness, not in the secret intimacy of the data revealed but in a melancholy optimism confession reveals a stubborn belief in certain rituals and communicating vessels, which reveals the latest nudity. No wonder the song was started (evoking its own effect) as follows: " Rain falls hard / dry Burns / A dream / Or a song / That hits you so hard / Filling you up / And Suddenly Gone / Breathe Feel Love / Give Free / Know in you soul / Like your blood knows the way / From you heart to your brain / Know That You're whole "

is clear who is talking about serious things.

But I want to go back to frame something for those who know the song is tautological and that seems the most naive of his verses: "And all the strange rock'n'rollers / you know you're doing all right " . When Mitchell sings the second part of this verse, literally howling, not like the bum that seeks empathy and effect in a stadium but as a celebration. Because return to the two previous adjectives and synergy, "strange rock'n'rollers ." For any cynic that concept is an oxymoron, for Mitchell / Hedwig no. And is supported by a simple act of faith, belief in the liberating strangeness. Do not try to convince, for it is something obviously exists, but we've already heard too often similar nonsense, is not it? But suddenly, in one of those because the song you just heard is really powerful, we were thinking about those "strange rock'n'rollers " who are doing everything right. Because there are and if we know that is so curious, yet are resistant to acknowledge its existence, because it involves faith and criteria, means to separate the wheat straw by beating the tabula rasa and insecurity of postmodernism, and our own disenchantment cohiba us the time to recognize or know the strangeness , that thing only and collective which also has the otherness , because that implies also acknowledge our ignorance, our wonder and our wonder. Hare's eyes dazzled. And you can see the forest of arms raised to armpit odor, the arm that is demanding word and individuation from the crowd, and at the same time point real, evident and certainly possibly invisible by its own evidence. As the inevitable end of the song:


And you're shining Like the brightest stars

A transmission On the midnight radio And you're spinning



Your new 45's All the misfits and the losers
Yeah, you know you're rock and rollers Spinning
to your rock and roll
Lift up your hands

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All that beauty to fart

few months ago I dedicated a post to what I thought (and I think) a nice speech, the Evangelina Carrozo of the EU-Latin America. In this post remarked the natural beauty of the girl being very attractive not exactly suited to the required parameters for the current female beauty. Slightly exceeded ass, tits notorious shortage, somewhat pointed nose and olive skin tone ... the girl was beautiful, but not the kind of artificial beauty and totally European Court that is being promoted in Argentina and worldwide. And he had a spectacular smile.

few months later, the Carrozo not smiling in a photo shoot showing her thinner, with another nose with white skin and moon as big tits. Days later appears as a dancing partner Uruguayan charming symbolic detail, the abominable Dancing with the Stars The most unfortunate product of the ugly bastard race irreducible Marcelo Tinelli. Makes a little speech about the problem but says nothing Gualeguaychú, plays his gimmick like a troupe of repeating his catch phrase Tinelli, and then subjected to the trial of someone as despicable as Gerardo Sofovich , who put a nuclear dump in the center of Gualeguaychú if he thought could win two extra dollars.

And you look at it and says nothing, because it accepts the fatalistic and pragmatic discourse: the "environmental activist" is above all a model that naturalism does not seem incompatible with the plastic filled silicone inside the body and is using his time . And he knew that would happen, but you look at the calendar and just spent the time necessary for the swelling will disappear operations. And you think, "at least until year's end, unless you have sacrificed time that , not next, unless did not get exactly the same tits all others, at least a small gesture signifying ...".

But nothing, I look hard dance, dances well, is funny and cute, like everyone in the world of the funny and cute, like everything else. ***



decide in Gualeguaychú and Colon bridges cut again to ruin the long weekend to protest against a third report (actually a reissue of the first) of the World Bank back to say what they do not want to hear: they consider the minimum risk of contamination it will give loans to Botnia.

few months ago I wrote a series of posts about the unheard deafness and arrogance of the Uruguayan government over the protests of Entre Rios and the inevitability and justice of the measures they had taken environmental assemblies. I wrote about the filthy chauvinist fever broke in Uruguay on the obsequiousness to foreign investment and the legitimate right of peoples to bristle against omnipotent multinationals and money as the measure of all things. I did not change my point of view which remains more or less the same, and apocalyptic rabid environmentalist, but things changed and insanity, idiocy and chauvinism also apparently changed the country.

In these months passed dozens of things went ENCE, spent the Hague Tribunal, passed the Mercosur Dispute Tribunal and, especially, became incredibly stupid the original attitude of the Uruguayan government. Somehow after the Hague Tribunal, a European legal body, yes, but seriously, rejected the request for precautionary measures that Argentina had high Vázquez administration wisely decided not to and triumphalist declarations, in contrast, offer something that had not offered before capriciously: the joint monitoring of the Uruguay River and the effect of pulp mills may have. In fact, taking into account the results of previous studies and the disappearance of ENCE, is the best result that can be achieved without putting entrerrianos bombs. And unless the fairest to undertake a vigorous campaign and equally ruthless about all Argentine companies that directly or indirectly affect the watershed in common and shared courses.

This is something that itself was understood by experienced Greenpeace activists -qualified at the peak of imbecility Uruguay as "terrorists" - who has now dedicated his gaze to the Argentine pulp mills unpresentable placed on the margin of the Paraná. Knowing this the issue on the sensitivity of the Rio de la Plata, Greenpeace decided to stop a particular focus on entrepreneurship as Botnia undoubtedly is environmentally risky, but with control and monitoring instruments that are entirely absent in the Argentine plants, minor size but higher-capacity production proven toxic. The decision of the NGOs was, among other things, fair, there is a limit to what can be require doing a little self-criticism. But the assembly decided to close the eyes, not to grant even the slightest benefit of the doubt even the people and organizations they chose to represent and trigger a crash again useless in terms known to affect Botnia, a company that like it or not already installed despite the efforts almost criminal, and self-destructive-of blackmailing workers plant the company. The environmentalists did not understand that it earned more than what they could expect, now, obeying assemblies further divided and poorly argued, detracted from the legitimacy of their protest turned into a mere abuse that bothers others essentially complete strangers to business pulp and dyed a repellent smell chauvinist nationalism, reinforced by the increasing use xenophobic anthem and flag.

I still think that probably the Botnia plant is polluting the Uruguay River and the orientation of the entire country to cellulose is a historic mistake, but I also believe that the degree of vigilance mounted around the factory makes any other measure of force is judged by suspicion and that, unless it is established a whole new environmental regulations to the Uruguay River and the Rio de la Plata, the inflexibility in this case is simply a wrong-sided and a clear interference in the decisions of another country . The Entre Rios had every reason in the beginning of this conflict, but the reason is not a permanent tattoo and now it's just an act of arrogance and blindness, so the Uruguayan accused of being conservative to the court a few months ago when they were a brave and necessary, when they spoke and covered her ears Uruguay insensitive to their doubts and sorrows. Exactly what do entrerrianos now.

But there also comes also another issue that makes this second wave of cuts in some infamous political moment. Uruguay has just completed negotiations to temporarily approve a free trade agreement with U.S. by the fast track, ie the fast lane and put the treated in the freezer thanks to strong opposition from progressive opinion that held, among other things, that the treaty was incompatible with the presence in Uruguay in the Mercosur and sabotaged the possibility of deepening the regional bloc. Sepoy always argued that Mercosur in Uruguay and that shit attached to it was tied to a stone that sinks into the deep ocean.

Less than a week after the Argentine government claims the right to request information on a chemical plant to be installed in Soriano without even bothering to go through the Foreign Ministry Reinaldo Gargano, controversial man but perhaps the most staunch defender Mercosur in the government of FA, and trascartón the Argentine government does not make a turd to sail to avoid the roadblocks that the Mercosur Dispute Tribunal stated as clearly illegal.

anyone who is screwing with laughter somewhere, and I think that every now and says "fantastic." ***



Among the comments the last post, talking about the tortuous passage of Pedro Bordaberry by two means supposedly serious and objective, I get confused names and claimed one of them belonging to someone that apparently was never in your return. A reader informed and possibly close to writes to Search correcting / denial with regard to this. But he added another three denials, saying the four are the most glaring errors of the post (which in some ways it is a mistake because he is talking about items that appeared in the comments, not the post) and serve as an example of what it's all nonsense. Barbaro, the only problem is that its four incontrovertible examples of mistakes only the first was a mistake and the other three one was a bad information from him and the other two views were not errors themselves.

It reminds me a recent interview I read the beacon of American right Carlos Alberto Montaner . In it, after trying to be funny with some jokes so hilarious as childhood cancer, Montaner said it was preparing a second edition of the Manual Perfect Latin American Idiot, a book published in the mid-nineties with the help of Pliny and Apuleius Mendoza Alvaro Vargas Llosa (son of Mario I do not know what he inherited his two names together.) A book can not and should not miss in the library of the modern right-wing columnist, but it is interesting for anyone interested in the semantics and manipulation of data.

This book, published at the height of the neoliberal and the only thought has been presented as anti- Open Veins of Latin America , but it is really a book of very different characteristics but are primed in the simplicities of Eduardo Galeano. The whole book was a compilation of phrases and truths of the main talking heads the Latin American left, which were submitted and denied in burlesque and devastating. The book was quite a pioneer in the use of insults ("idiot") in an orderly manner as a means to summarize arguments and problems, as if to refute a logical argument is required at least a theoretical development opposite and equal in length sources to refute told by an idiot not needed almost nothing reaches to define it as such. Because he knows that only idiots argue with idiots. The method has been very popular within the right-wing commentators and is almost endemic use between the right (and left part of the) U.S., where since the dogs bolted FOX up views of intellectuals of the stature of Susan Sontag have been dismissed as mere "crap", no one will pay the deserved attention.

But Manual ... has a particularity. Let us agree that if one puts together crap they have said the philosopher-poets of the Latin American left in the last 30 years, the result can not fill a volume but a and large library. But with all this raw material available, Mendoza-Montaner-Vargas Llosa used no more than a limited amount of pure crap and incontestable, and instead presented a curious mixture of nonsense unquestionable with views for them would be nonsense, or, possibly wanted presented as nonsense.

Invention examples similar to those presented (I sold the book on Tristan Narvaja a decade ago and do not want to quote from memory): The poet X said that in Cuba there is no poverty, but socialism has robbed its people hunger of the material. Well, it is obviously stupid, but then put N journalist's opinion who said that Cuba is a very poor country from a capitalist logic but if measured with other parameters (health, education) would not be such a poor country. This is a view similar in appearance to that of the poet X, but radically different in content, it does not presuppose anything romantic and open spaces to different ways of seeing a problem like poverty in Cuba. And the three mischievous boys of Manual ... put them on the same level of idiocy, and occasionally add another phrase in which the economist J says that the rate of malnourished children in Havana is less than in parts of New York, which is true But with the introduction chosen everything is wrapped in the same soup of "idiocy", all is not discussed, discarded, disqualified.

Imagine the second volume of the Handbook, only the speech of Comrade Chávez and his paladins there to fill several chapters, which may be filled with their opinions more respectable, deactivated by the context of "idiocy" and its own name, of course. There is only one antidote to books obscurantist, prejudiced and ignorant as the Manual ... and once again, the independent-minded and encouraged. It is important to be able to recognize that all or nearly all, we are interesting thinkers from Nietzsche to Žižek from Sade to Bangs - have said / written crap sovereign, many of which can be explained by a simple historical context (it is easy to describe the views of the Sunday newspaper on Monday) and others were already in pelotudeces moment of its utterance, but that's not why we read them, but by the other party. Jorge Luis Borges , perhaps the writer who more I read and re-read in my life, was a machine that abnormalities (not very useful from the perspective of the Manual ... because the "stupid" sign of old age very different from the examples from these three musketeers of the only truth, and also to theirs, would add), but not these that have made me read it, and I have not read "despite ...", but integrated into its chiaroscuro, in his arguments weak and stubborn blindness. But it is also important to recognize the lights and successes of authors thinkers who do not agree at all, I can say that I have read pages of the most sensible, and sometimes very attractive, I think people almost pathologically mistaken as Paul Johnson . Martin Amis or Carlos Maggi (never Carlos Montaner, which does not surprise me), because not only are many things that allow the diversity of perspectives without being relegated to the quarantine of "idiocy" but also because, as the Yankees say, even a stopped clock is right twice a day. Carlos Alberto Montaner

, the great separator of reason and idiocy, has meanwhile got an interesting achievement: to be despised even by the Cuban-American right to whose defense has dedicated his life. The reason is simple: the Miami Herald found that the violent anti-leftist preaching Cuban was funded by the Office of Cuba Broadcasting, an entity of the U.S. government paid him for criticizing the government of Fidel Castro , Montaner was something that supposedly love for the cause. To defend, this genius had no better idea to declare their ignorance as Transfer Office did not pay him but to its distributor, Firms Press. The brilliant journalist obvious what a first year student of journalism found immediately: he was the owner of Signatures Press. Cornered, Montaner escrbió a long disclaimer in which he named several other names they had written on behalf of state agencies, but was saved by the fact that those names had done so unlike him honorary. Which produced a strong response from the conservative press against him, calling it directly from "informer."

When you're a spokesman for the right and even the Wall Street Journal treat you like a rat, obviously you're not the most qualified of the voices. But in his last visit to Montevideo, Montaner was received in the offices of The Country , journal regularly publishes his columns, like a giant of contemporary thought. Which, contrary to what seems, proof that idiocy is not so relative. ***



A runaway bus is worn checkpoint the taxi stand near where I live, and with it one of the veterans who work in it, leaving it in pretty bad shape. Step ahead of the twisted iron bars and see a tachero whom I know from talking to a weak view of thirty years. When the skinny will I go and ask the tachero by the accident and the wound veteran status. He tells me the detail of what happened and the current status of the type, saying that it is much better and recovering.

then laughs and tells me if I saw the skinny I was talking to him. He says he approached to ask exactly the same, but specifically on the hit status. "And you think it will work?" He says tachero who asked him a few times until finally propose, "because I could take care of the stop if the guy did not come back." The tachero tells me that at the end scared the vulture saying that there is a lot more people working at that stop. Both agree that people are very bad. ***



a couple of months ago I declared my intentions to close this blog, partly tired of it and partly overwhelmed by the growth of hearing the same growth that had been the end of their conversational exchange characteristics and intimate nicks functioning as mere formality and not as masks. I explained the reasons for this and, as often happens with things that are made on impulse for a long time, I followed along the same, just down the pace of tickets, but keep it as an escape valve.

(Un) fortunately the dynamic exchanges annoying it had reached the blog is maintained and deepened into reality thanks to the emergence of two or three scribes compulsive willing to challenge each and every one of my speeches, trying to play what appears to be understood as a space of power-when reality is just a space occupied by a large non-power-demanding, celebrating as victories each resigned and tired abandonment of some endless discussion-pulse, ignoring the characteristics and untimely blog-characteristics that imply that my opinion on, say The human race is diametrically different on a Saturday and a Tuesday hangover spring-seeking contradictions, inaccuracies, making this blog friends more or less invisible in a fucking internet forum, with all its evils, throlls and illegibility. Ok, can you tell me that the world is full of assholes and should not require greater attention, but they ruin the landscape enough for all this to be defaced.

never interested me FYT popularity, which always had good intentions elitist, but its comfort and space for free expression of people who have understood their characteristics. No sense arguing I spent twenty or deleting comments from fans who fell NTvG here because after the 200,000 visit the Google page ranks higher than some fan pages of the band. So one has to banks to be pissed by an idiot who can not write "idiot" with the B right and should not be reading a page that could be called "not skinny, I did not like" and never even raised considering the sensitivity of fan, which has been much considered by the sellers. This was raised as an open space but not for everyone, a place he did not think having to put a sign on the door for visitors to understand that it was not for everyone. "Elitist, snobbish ...? Of course, and proud of it: when all spaces are dedicated to taste and tolerance average, the lowest common denominator as a of all things, the celebration of mediocrity less exclusive, why not go the opposite way? Why do not discriminate and release a small amount of view representative of the market demands and respect, understood as a form of cowardice?. No, not here: human die. I began writing to friends and acquaintances with common interests, now I write for people who can not write and critique my writing, which does not share my tastes or aesthetic interest you but you need reviled, who does not have the slightest fucking idea about the topics I speak but look for crack in what I say to treat me as an ignoramus, who thinks but despises what I think, you do not like this blog but it seems a very special co-opt their differences. I required a democracy and openness that was always the enemy. No, I said, humans die.

(Leo as I write this that Practical Works, the often frustrating but sometimes fascinating conglomerate of Argentine journalists, bloggers also on the verge of disappearing. Many of the other blogs that interest me do not go up a moderately post interesting places for months and totally dull look. Perhaps the golden age of blogs and some overestimation is over.)

Actually I'm not complaining and I have a good excuse: I just want to warn that within a month ago, FYT is cleared, literally. Not only abandoned the blog but I think deleting each and every one of your entries, you do not do it for (pure) evil but for two reasons: I do not want are things that I said there, hanging on the web and helpless in a blog I do not plan to enter more. On the other hand there is a lot of what I wrote that I re-use it, so I prefer to disappear earlier. Nothing is lost, with the people we have already established contact can continue to do so through other channels, with no other hope to cross paths again in my fucking life, and they do not know what category they are, they can always invite a drink and find out.

In the coming days I will post up a final farewell, a post about music, as it should be, and that's all folks . Those who need their space of expression recall the basic philosophy of punk and become their own blogs. Either way it never was a kind of open mike . Many people do not understand that or simple environmental protocols.

I do not regret anything, in fact there were times he was so good, he should have made money, and maybe we did. But it's like poker, you have to go when you're winning.

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Journalist, journalist ... Mucho macho

Like all Uruguayans, the "debate" (a common euphemism for ambush journalism) Bordaberry Jr .- Michelini Jr. left me as surprised, but unless the check, at least for many respondents in the street these days, was a kind of contest in which Michelini Jr. lost. Or confirm the unusual ignorance of the media by publicizing the defense of Juan Maria Bordaberry would present their dirty recordings as evidence, something that even the stupidest of shysters know that it is legally inadmissible silly (and useless) . Or note that the majority of Uruguayans do not recognize a press operation the size of the cock of John Holmes even if they leave ass like a flower.

But I want to talk about something else and are two facts / opinions related to the two sides means that lent themselves to this amazing cleaning operation abhorrent dictator and member ever expelled from the Colorado Party - Julio Maria Bordaberry, ie Urban Area and Search.

The Urban Zone is already incredible, I remember, despite being the antithesis of thought of their drivers, have defended what I thought was a good example of revitalization of the language of television news programs, and have noted that actually the speech of the program was reactionary but valid, the sense that exposure is not insignificant in itself by the fact that I do not share. But Urban Area has been something more interesting: from who expelled Gustavo Escanlar the program has definitely turned into pure speech and yellow hard right (let's be fucked to become more right for casting to Escanlar) and operate politically left and right on issues such as (in) security "of which have become the major broadcasters / media terrorists as well as cutting-edge work in the interests of the fall of Minister José Díaz - or judicial power (remember the report on the judge Eguren, judge unpresentable but against whom the report did nothing more than piling assumptions, and remember also that the emphasis on the judge had a lot to do with the actions of the same in the case Peirano, sensitive issue for an employee of The Observer as Gabriel Pereira ).

But I want to focus on a point that is not an operation but merely repulsive opinion from the absolute ignorance and feathering. Before serving Bordaberry Peter Bell, the three drivers spent the previous block ZUR talking about the "missed opportunity" of Free Trade Agreement with U.S. They did, of course, with a train of toy giving round the table in relation to the silly and repeated metaphor Vázquez on the need to jump on the bandwagon of TLC before they pass you by. The three drivers complained bitterly and without the slightest qualms about how he had missed an historic chance was to get us well and we would take the First World (the memory will menemismo recalled the pure language of the mouths of three conductors). Cecilia Bonino almost pouting and said she was working in slums and used to be in contact with these poor people that he had taken an opportunity to raise its head, only for ideological reasons and backward, and that was something I could not believe. Well, I personally do not think Cecilia Bonino can get a real idea of \u200b\u200bwhat life is really lumpen or even a dozen of these make it a gang-bang Miguelete the shore, but I was not very important " ideological. "

After the president of stupidity trying to opposition to the FTA as "ideological" against economic reality, a theory that assumes that the economy is a natural law that weighs no ideology-something that does not take a philosopher to hold his head at the paradox, since this theory itself is, by definition, totally "ideological" - all has been repeated like parrots revealed truth without stopping a second to think about the nonsense they are saying. But besides the three journalists ie people informed, the program is spent in the ass an objective and essential: the FTA for the fast track wrecked by the opposition is not "ideological" of the small left-wing fundamentalist groups are sprouting every time they see a U.S. flag, but precisely because of opposition within the FA in the non-"ideological" and rather moderate. The TLC was wrecked, or was delayed because the cretin Danilo Astori keeps repeating that he wants, stubborn as belly-eating crow because of opposition from economists of the caliber of Carlos Quijano , political analysts as Gerardo Caetano, politicians and Alberto Couriel , journalists like William Waskman , intellectuals such as Hugo Achugar ... that is, people a thousand times more intelligent and prepared than the three drivers ZUR, people who asked the questions that none of the neo-liberal spokesmen, from Astoria to Isaac Alfie - wanted to do, and that just did not know respond. Questions that did not come from the moral outrage anti-imperialism but of the simple scale that assesses the results from a pragmatic point of view . And lo

key word: pragmatism. I do not necessarily seem wrong for a country decides not to trade on a preferential basis and do not establish economic ties (ie, politicians) very consistent with murderous nations like U.S., China or Israel, in fact I'd like to see more often. But I'm not a fool to ignore the fact that almost half the population still mired in poverty, thanks to good driving gear neo-liberal in recent decades, the amount of choice is rather stark. And, pragmatically , an FTA with the U.S. can be beneficial, something that to me or to those who were on edge against the same we were able to convince pragmatic arguments. But nevertheless

Ignacio Álvarez front springs are cameras and claims, again and again, pragmatism in government pragmatism, by God, abandon the ideology, pragmatism now. And one is left wondering what the hell this guy mean by pragmatism .

I will not bore readers by explaining the history and meaning of the word originates from the Greek praxis , nor recalling the American philosophical school that William James pragmatism defined as a paradox, a ideology . If in doubt do a search and make inquiries. But what would that tell-low and slow if you can so that no problems-that pragmatism , unless the school is a follower of philosophical (ideological) of James, not a word identical to under . Pragmatism is a capacity, as indicated by its name, a practice, an instrument by which someone sacrifices a priori conviction in light of the events or the lesser evil theory. Is not unusual, either in this government, nor in the West in general, rather the opposite. It is not related to the East praise as a distinctive change of life, because this at all case would suggest the trip of a belief to another. It is simply what is meant as a convenience, high degree of ideology and, as I said before, not necessarily a virtue .

In fact one of the most repellent human beings is the moral pragmatism, or use convenient of human relationships. It's something we all know as fallutería, everyday betrayal, manipulation or trepadurismo, and all people of minimal decency reject with disgust, though increasingly, as one of the worst pests of social life, but perhaps as you are not commonly referred to as moral but pragmatic terms más groseros, es posible que gente no muy informada como los de ZUR no la relacionen con su querida palabra de origen griego. Además estoy haciendo trampas, se está hablando de pragmatismo en términos de conducción gubernamental, no en casos individuales. Bueno, ahí se podría apuntar a que la filosofía pragmática consiste en sacrificar un pensamiento macro, una filosofía moral en aras de una contingencia particular. Bueno, en estos casos tampoco -a menos que se sea de la escuela de James, repito- se considera al pragmatismo como una virtud sino como una necesidad y, a menos que estemos hablando de fundamentalistas, una necesidad de diverge el daño para más adelante. Pongo un ejemplo kid: a castaway, who is also environmental-lands on a small island where there is only one rare species of coconut palm. When you get the cold night the castaway decides to cut the coconut (after fixed if it is not Keith Richards above) and use the wood to keep warm and not freeze to death. The castaway knows that is not only eliminating a rare species of palm, but also is eliminating its food source once you run out of coconuts collected. But pragmatically concludes that their chances of survival are exposing more so every day to cold at night and kicks the problem cutting the coconut forward and making it a nice fire. There is nothing good in itself or virtuous in its decision and in fact an expert on the fauna and flora of the islands may have a more focused second opinion. In fact, pragmatism, as in the case of NAFTA, which could entail the expulsion of the Mercosur and various misfortunes long-time objective has more to do with a bet, with chance and with a short-term vision more than anything else.

This claim economistic pragmatism as a virtue is an integral part of apocalyptic neo-capitalist thinking, but is fully exposed as ideological or fart who's applied their private lives. Here's an example rude: economistic vision of absolute maximization of economic benefits as the only value would result in its consistency, for example, that drivers of ZUR-two of which are considered physically attractive people take advantage of their media exposure, to mount a empresita of fellatio between block and block, or sacrificing a few minutes after closing the program. A home economics will come out great and, considering the popularity of ZUR will not (hopefully) to be permanent, this may be a passing train only once. However, I believe and I believe that none of its members sell oral favors in the free spaces program. Which is very pragmatic .

The memorable last Wednesday's show ended with a striking reflection of Gabriel Pereira I used to go to part two of this post. After the exchange of obscenities and false dobledemoníaco balance between sniper and ambush, Pereira, pragmatic man of which eventually became the direct relationship with the Uruguayan PCU through its work in to The Republic climb The Observer to have direct source Sanguinetti, became angry and said something like " Do you know what? I I have rotten truth to this matter of looking back, I have rotten with that instead of engaging in future follow and continue to stir the past .. . "An interesting thought from someone who has helped set up the circus" widows of insecurity "as the equivalent right of the relatives of the disappeared, but whose most interesting part is not the usual rant vs future. Justice , tommy scared the sectors repeat again and again as if the economic country every time to stop a milico put in jail, but the first part: "A ME I have rotten ... . "A VOS -person with no personal relationship with any of these cases you have "rotten" - well, what? "When justice became the instrument of personal recreation of Gabriel Pereira?

There are two mysteries of media politics that I'll never finish explaining, and that somehow are related, one is the image of great democrat, maintained for decades and just eroded by strong data and statement as a pineapple Tyson, the former president and current senator for the Partido Colorado Julio Maria Sanguinetti. The other image inexplicable to me is the aura of objectivity and independence of the weekly Search. And both pictures were recently hand an event last week that perhaps went slightly unnoticed, despite the 5 page dedicated search-because of the scandal-Michelini Bordaberry.

The issue, as many know, was as follows: someone made an anonymous call to the "Blue Line" of INAU (Institute of Child and Adolescent)-line established during the last government of Sanguinetti, so that witnesses domestic violence against children could make their complaints without having to compromise by going to a branch and being virtually identified by characters who are violent denunciation. The system, although it may allow unjust accusation cases is established in many parts of the world on the assumption that, above all, protect the child. Lo and behold, denounced the call Pastor Gabriel, deputy editor of Search, accusing him of verbal abuse toward his 6 year old son. From this the Uruguay heard the statement of Senator intempestuosa colorado, oh and ex-president, Julio Maria Sanguinetti, who honored the search period in question seemed important enough to devote an entire session of the Senate to what claimed was a "verbal harassment and in fact some media and journalists considered opponents of the government of President Vázquez . "And suddenly the whole INAU was on the defensive. The argument was that the complaint had been received the day after that search advertising Pastor a" hard "complaint about violations of secularism in the Institute and considering that the complaint was anonymous, for the defendant, because the call, contrary to the assertions by Pastor at first, had been properly registered for the service of the "Blue Line" - all had to be done obviously a false accusation designed to make you a hard time with Pastor and Flia.

That may be, in fact, gives to suspect, "but also may not, in fact the truth was unknown to any it was not Pastor, his family and the complainant. INAU until the matter was made public by the intervention of Sanguinetti and his raging lieutenants, had maintained a prudent reserve this respect and, possibly, the case had not been leaked to the press if he had not come back, by express Pastor-order issue of debate in the Senate.

There are many ugly things in this case: in fact we can consider that there is now a de facto conflict between Search and government. This was shown in the statements, a few months ago, labeled A Search Vazquez and other media automatically "opposition" (which in the light of subsequent events does not seem so crazy) or the monumental amount of rotting flesh-issued search dedicating entire pages-5 on the murders of Michelini Ruiz-Gutierrez two weeks ago. Rotten meat does not take a genius to trace their origin to the house of Bordaberry Jr., and argued with great conviction that there had been involved in these murders Uruguayan-exclusive work, of course, Argentine-and perfidious the phone had been a fortune tupamaro that Michelini kept under the bed or something. A "cleansing operation" disgusting beginning to prepare the punch line since last Wednesday in Urban Area, that is not exactly objective and verified information Search for which prides itself on publishing, but something made with a clear intent to affect a trial of notorious political consequences.

But hey, maybe they have a confrontation and perhaps it the call has been forged by an official INAU resentful, angry about the note. Now, what did you do then INAU to receive the call? discard "a priori without investigation because a search period is obviously incapable of committing a crime? Breaking the security protocol of the "Blue Line" and give the complainant, the journalist? Perform an operation "hyper-secret research to maintain an number of privileges that you would never be a butcher of the Hill? Who the fuck is believed to be Gabriel Pastor to receive preferential treatment in a case in which, as far as the facts speak, involves an act of violence against a minor? I personally believe the thesis may well be a false call, and if so is the responsibility of INAU provenance research, upon verification of their falsity, something which can only be investigating those involved. In fact and in my experience, there is no reason for a journalist to have crowned. To be honest, I get the impression that the profession, by its nature, feeds some psychotic features, something of what we know of many examples.

(Speaking of guilds, APU, the guild as useless as opposed to the destruction of the union of the Republic was similar to that of a fart against the wind, then pulled chest to show solidarity with Pastor without having taken two minutes to internalize on the subject, as well as the SIP (Inter American Press Association, an organization of traditional links with Search). Because there are priorities and there are journalists who are more journalists than others).

Pastor's behavior, calling the hounds Colorado to defend not even ask why, not at all unusual. Almost could be considered as an editorial policy. And the case is good to remember one of the most shameful pages of colluding media-power in the history of Uruguayan democracy.

In 1997 Danilo Arbilla , then director of weekly Search and vice president of the SIP , sold a house in Punta del Este to a front corporation Juarez Cartel. Papers on both sides are processed by the clerk Javier Morassi personal friend of Arbilla and the Minister of Interior, the clerk also Guillermo Stirling. In March 2000, the Drug Squad of Punta del Este presented to justice a criminal complaint to investigate the assets of the Juarez Cartel in Uruguay, which are mentioned Arbilla clerk and his accomplices.

A couple of days later Danilo Arbilla was presented at the offices of Luis Hierro López, who was then Vice President, showing him a copy of the complaint directly and mysteriously stolen from the court, and claimed by the discredit that he means on being involved in such research. The next day, fast as a cadet (perhaps Gabriel Pereira speed that berates the current legislators to approve treaties blind) Iron in his office quoted the National Director of Police, Inspector General Roberto Rivero , y concertó una cita con Danilo Arbilla para ese mismo día. En ella Arbilla y Rivero habrían acordado "eliminar todos los juicios de valor" de la denuncia en cuestión.

Es así que la Brigada Antidrogas de Punta del Este presentó una segunda denuncia, pero no pudo dejar de mencionar a Arbilla porque, efectivamente, éste le había vendido una casa a los narcotraficantes. Cuatro días después el cadete Hierro se volvió a entrevistar con Rivero para hacerle saber que Arbilla no ha quedado nada conforme con la segunda presentación de la denuncia. Al otro día Stirling le presentó un memorandum redactado por Rivero y explicando la situación al presidente de Uruguay, Jorge Batlle, who had nothing better to do, obviously. Almost simultaneously, the Home Office lifted the second complaint.

But Argentina is then discovered that police undercover office of the Juarez Cartel in Buenos Aires received three calls from Montevideo and the three came from the office of Danilo Arbilla Search. Rivero then sought to reopen the case, but the minister denied Stirling, also dismantled a few days later, the Drug Squad in Punta del Este. Days later

Rivero Arbilla phoned home and as he threatened. The next day Stirling-politician who was never characterized by speed-fired Rivero of the National Police, the Minister Stirling gave as reasons "discrepancies in the conduct of the war on drugs." A week later Gap issued a note stating that the dismissal of the inspector Rivero was due to his refusal to stop investigating Arbilla. Asked by the press, the Minister Stirling explained that Rivero was dismissed for threatening and Arbilla accused without evidence, and called it a "terrorist state." Rivero was, before being appointed a controversial name for being identified as linked to the repression in the years of lead (as good amount of narcotics cops Uruguay). However, this only became relevant at this time, being remembered for the weekly search despite not being very consistent with its policy of "no looking back." Arbilla

then devoted himself to expose a conspiracy theory against that would be involved in the weekly PS, the newspaper Republic, the U.S. Customs Service, Rivero, the weekly Brecha , the radical left, the weekly Mate Amargo Argentina and police, all conspired to discredit them. Search Two journalists then took calls made from the office of his boss, saying that they had done to investigate the case and the APU filed a complaint over what they considered a puncture on the phones to search, without recognizing that the only thing was handled was the source and destination calls, not its content.

On June 13 President Batlle publicly supported the minister's decision to relieve the inspector Stirling Rivero. On June 14 counsel for the Police Prosecutor, attorney Juan Carlos Martino , refused to initiate an administrative inquiry into Rivero and unwavering in his resignation. Stirling later explained that he never ordered the police to investigate tax resigns Rivero, but just wanted you to call and to ratify or rectify his sayings, and she does not plan summary. The opposition called for the formation of an investigative commission but declined official representatives. And everything was there.

What's clear in all this, of course Arbilla no relationship with drug traffickers (which in 2000 seemed a nonsense but what my point of view has become more extensive in recent times) or goodness and honesty of the inspector Rivero-After a potential torturer and was relocated to another post-but the more unusual privileges enjoyed SNTE law who was just the director of a medium "Independent and objective", around which stood the entire state apparatus in the hands of party government at that time was to ensure and guarantee their rights not logical city, but the total inaccessibility of his person to the police research instruments which all other citizens have to submit without protest. A city so special that not only get access on a personal meeting with a vice president (something that occurs to us is not as normal in the world of John Doe), but also manages to have the vice-president, interior minister and the president himself operating openly in its favor against an investigation arising within those same powers.

Who can wonder, then, that Pastor is considered worthy of similar privileges? But the government changed, and one of those independent prestige not secure search box as before any preferential treatment, because in one of those things were not so independent. No I mean why did the kingdom of justice and fairness, I would like to see that the current government would demand compliance with labor laws newspaper friend Republic with the same rigor with which it is required other patterns, but at least Fasano not have the nerve to stand as "independent" or "objective."

Press (understanding as such not only to print media but journalism in general), as the word pragmatism, neither good nor bad in itself, but obviously for many holders of it is a kind of privilege that separates them from others mortal and that makes their views and sensitivities something important, something so important to have to modify the legal reality in relation to it. I remember that perfect moment when the great historian Carlos Demasi , questioned by ignorant people who may not even recognize the truth of the sexual history of her sisters said in a report, in relation to the protest of a legislator who said offended by Demasi historical observations-" Why the legislature thinks that his sensitivity is so important? why do not you go to hell? ."

course in some of these cases we may not be talking about sensitivity, but rather of impunity. Uruguayans know something in excess.

This complex and lengthy exercise of ellipsis seems an excuse not to discuss the burning issue in question and that really matters, the "debate" Bordaberry-Michelini. But for me it's not worth talking about it, I think any person of goods (excluding therefore the idiot who titled The Observer newspaper the next day matching program the situation of both children) has to be drawn clear conclusions about it. However

read about online surveys and came to the conclusion that the Uruguayans are mostly good people. In the same huge percentages ranging from 75 to 85% of the opinionated, Michelini state that was "unmasked" or "lost" the debate or the treacherous tactics of Bordaberry was "justified." And of course we must be very alert to notice that some supporters of Bordaberry must have been busy as online voting several times because the rates are ridiculous. But it is still worrying, because many of those views must be valid and if a rational person have the perception that he lied because another has been recorded in private saying something that was always implicit in their public statements, just because the other side is a madman screaming "you're a liar! unmasked you," then we are in the oven. I have no particular sympathy for Rafael Michelini, then by his family and that of Gutierrez Ruiz and by the growing number killed by the dictatorship of Juan Maria Bordaberry-president elected by the Colorado Party, to which he belonged when he gave the hit and that, again because I feel like it was never sent off, "commanded with unusual cruelty. I think it was wrong Michelini irritated and going the program, should have simply listened to the recording on the phone and then say "yes I just said what? ."

recently accused the younger generation to be totally literal, not being able to mistrust and uncritically accept what they say. Maybe I was unfortunately wrong, maybe this is not a feature of the younger generation but for society in general. But one thing is the online surveys and one is justice and, mysteriously, perhaps this is time for justice.