A true textile ideology woven into a plot of suddenly successful bankers, plane crashes, ministerial figures, Panama, rubber entrepreneurs, aluminum accomplices, Switzerland, the PLO, and of course, Havana. No one would forget the photo of Firmenich and Vaca Narvaja next to Yasser Arafat. Or would they? A truly shitty destiny for an Argentina, stunned in its role as a refuge for a middle class trained to be resilient. Something worse? Yes, there was something worse, an ignition of subversion commanded by a proponent of mass executions. (some answers are almost obvious) Someone decided with a war that the destiny had to be cleansed of those harmful intrusions that had penetrated our borders or were cultivated as a strategy after the aquatic escape of a carnivorous general returned as a herbivore and unable to contain them. The Argentine state was complicit in its ineptitude, complicit in its policies and convoluted in its methods. By Paul Battistón. The Hall of Mirrors is sometimes disbelieving of the final result of the unexpected blow. War or fall were the options. Whoever wins a war is always a villain, there are no good wars but different results. 50 years ago someone decided that we should not be Cuba or Cambodia or both at the same time, which did not prevent them from returning with the disguise of popular ones with the cry of their karma as a banner and story, but they already did. Something like adding to the mess of social justice the programmed misery of communism. What could go wrong? Financed by the abominable crime of heists, deaths and extortionate kidnappings (with tortures) and also by funds from strange banking connections. What war would they have unleashed to determine the prevailing delirium? What destiny could it have? Democracy hit by its redefinition as revolutionary democracy (What a great scam!). A delirant risk-taker who took over the garden of the republic (almost literally). Mario Roberto Santucho, not a saint, a killer, charismatic and a Marxist, consequently an enemy and dangerous, taking a province as a starting point for his project of a shotgunned and forced-equality country imparted by a bunch of morons. Surely the Río de la Plata would have been a better devourer of corpses than the Mekong in Cambodia, which couldn't keep up. Promises were promises and there was no reason not to believe them, only shrapnel could clean the garden (the jungle) of that shit. Heirs of the accustomed doctrinal stupidity (Peronism) dressed in the useless pride of small-time men disguised in olive green in the image and likeness of their Cuban ideological parents. To what foreign ideological garbage would they have resorted to sustain themselves and impose? And so it was. Recalcitrant Marxism and revolutionary Peronism? Northern Argentina and Southern Argentina? How long could they have coexisted after the prior coincidence of destroying a society in which the resentful turned traitors did not fit? The endless multiplication of images is the unnoticed warning of the camouflage with which we will be led to collide with reality. Peronism beaten by Peronism, the solution proposed by Montoneros 50 years ago. Good date to remember it. Ing. Justice totally surpassed. Pure shit. Nothing that Pol Pot and his hordes of khmer had not done in Cambodia. Paul Battistón.
