In Argentina, there is a paradox: rich union leaders represent poor workers. If someone wanted to summarize it with brutal honesty, the real slogan would be different, much more sincere than the ones being shouted: "We don't know what it's about, but we are furious." One always wants to have the right to an opinion—that right must be protected even when it's used for embarrassing displays. But with a democratic spirit and some tact for others, one cannot help but wish it would stop being so comically unintentional. Perhaps this is the true picture of the situation: not a controversial law, nor a debatable article, but a political culture where argument is an annoyance, reading is boring, and ignorance mobilizes the masses. It is not a system error. The reporter approaches, naively, expecting a substantive answer: — Why are you marching? — Because this is a disaster. — What part of the law? — All of it. — What article? — Well… the one about rights. A conceptual clarity that isn't even enough to write graffiti. It's a very comfortable phrase. But to opine, yes, to opine with monolithic certainty, as if they had spent the night studying the issue with a team of Swiss lawyers. This week, they took to the streets again to "defend rights." And when things get tough, violence appears, which of course "doesn't represent anyone"… except for those who break everything while the rest watch with the look of sociology thesis. In that universe, ignorance is not a problem: it is a value. And if you doubt, you think. Because details, as we all know, are an invention of the right to complicate the life of the enthusiastic activist. The scene was the same as always. That mystical certainty that something is wrong, even though no one has read a single line. But it doesn't matter. And if you think, you stop shouting. A kind of ideological purity certificate. What matters is the feeling. It's like getting on a plane where the pilot says: "I didn't look at the instruments, but I have a weird vibe." It doesn't matter what the text, context, or common sense says: the slogan always comes first. Reading is optional. And the passengers applaud because what matters is the attitude. That is the level of discussion in some sectors: leaders who read diagonally, militants who repeat like parrots, and unions that denounce articles they have never even opened. It is the system. To make matters worse, Nancy Pazos gave us an unforgettable postcard in front of Congress: chained, gagged, and delivering a performance between underground theater and a late-night sketch. The self-proclaimed lighthouse of journalism decided to give a masterclass in low-budget political dramatization. And without a shout, there is no epic, no photo, and no trending topic. That's how the mechanism works: congressmen who read superficially, protesters who don't understand, and violence that appears as a logical result. Buenos Aires, February 15 (NA) — There is something worthy of study in certain sectors: an intellectual coherence that is proof against reality. Because if you read, you doubt. It serves for everything. It does not require reading an article, nor a comma. It doesn't force you to be precise. To understand, directly, is suspicious.
