It's time to end the simulation. It is a family disintegration machine designed in the laboratories of the São Paulo Forum, where destabilization is the currency of trade for social control.
What frustration, what deep anger it causes to see the 'gender theorists' keep a sepulchral silence in the face of a child's toy box. And reality today has the name of a boy murdered by the negligence of those who play at being God with the public budget.
Enough of cheap literature. Either we remove ideology from the courts, or the courts will continue to be the morgue of our hopes. But when the manual — this ideological transplant of globalist social democracy and the São Paulo Forum — oozes blood, the set falls apart. It's time to burn the manual and return to the only truth that politics insists on forgetting: reality is the only truth.
In the simulation of Argentina, a judge does not look at the file, does not look at the history of abuse, does not see the imminent danger. And if the identity fits into the slot of the theoretical victim, the real executioner receives the benefit of the doubt. There is only the silence of a Justice that preferred to be 'modern' rather than just.
Gender ideology did not come to liberate anyone. A model that, under the mask of shabby progressivism, has decided that equality before the law is a bourgeois antiquity. And what is left behind is not justice, it is the void. Now inequality reigns according to the genetic map or the self-perception of convenience. Or worse: he receives custody.
It is the legal continuity of horror. The magistrate, turned into a political commissar of the prevailing morality, looks at the 'identity'. It is the desperate attempt to give sight back to a Justice that tore out its eyes so as not to see how our destabilization plan turns us into a colony of social experiments.
We are facing an 'international of the absurd'. And it shoots at the most vulnerable. We saw it with Lucio, we see it now with Angel. Francisco Sánchez's project to sweep away this filth is not a legislative initiative; it is an act of survival. The gender perspective is not a criterion; it is an ideological rifle.
For the 'claque' of political correctness, for the 'boys' of the Swedish consultancy and the enlightened vanguard that inhabits the air-conditioned offices of the Capital, reality has always been an obstacle. To break the bond, to break the law and, finally, to break life. Global social democracy — the one that doesn't fix a pothole but explains how to speak inclusively — has inoculated into our institutions a virus that disables common sense. A minor detail that must be pruned with the shears of dogma until it fits in the manual. Poor Angel, sacrificed on the altar of the 'gender perspective', that juridical entelechy that came to replace Roman law with the theology of identity. It's a boy's body.
Let's talk about Angel. There are no UN funds there. There are no banners. He came to break.
