Córdoba (Paco Agency Urondo) I still remember a trip I took to Buenos Aires in April 2008 while the government conflict - agricultural employer was in full swing. The bondi was talking to the eternal zigzags, curves, roundabouts, junctions, junctions, crossings, ups and downs of the very long highway connecting the "beyond the General Paz" in the South American Paris. We spent Zárate and Campana stops and we were going slowly getting (no other way) in that hell vibe concrete and fascinates me so much, known as Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires. Is that I was born there and then we went with my family when I was 6 years old. Let me clarify something: I love that city. Maybe because I did not live in it from the primary forward, perhaps because I had to suffer, but I love her. Bitch, if you enjoy it as a Chinese every time I go. I look at the obelisk, posters and floods every time as if for the first time. I'm something like a "Porteño pajueranizado" what can we do.
Returning to bondi: Suddenly it happens that, while I was watching the landscape of the suburbs, with the sun shining from a few minutes ago and saw something that caught my attention: a guinea fowl, made over a long wall, with big letters and forceful, saying "Clarín lies" and "TN lies" or something similar.
And, did you see when you see something and say "well, yes, better", yet leaves you thinking? How those essential truths that are invisible to the eyes, and suddenly someone makes them visible?
And, in fact, that he had seen was a really new phenomenon. Because one had been accustomed to new life-to see that kind of graffiti and painted, but dedicated to a political figure or party to a Idem. One had not expected something like this, but dedicated to a company or to the media. The companies they are not questioned. I, treintaypico, having been raised during the 80s and 90s and being a direct son of neoliberalism, I grew accustomed to politics as a dirty word, a discredited policy. Corruption was synonymous with political class, and vice versa.
media and journalists, by contrast, were the champions of truth, untainted heroes, masked vigilantes who came to defend these rakes in positions in government and parliament with spurious purposes.
Our righteous, our folk heroes, our guides in the darkness were in Telenoche Research in CQC, La Corniche. The Luis Majul, the Santo Biasatti, the Mario Pergolini, the María Laura Santillán. They were brave, bold, transgressive, yet pristine, pure, pristine. They enjoyed a privilegiadísimo. Almost as much as their employers, and more than any politician. And from their places of struggle, they complained to officials coimeros, the filmed with hidden cameras and exhibited to the public. Sure, it was not very hard either, just were holding it with their employees, their subordinates. As a foreman, a bricklayer scolding. As the owner of a grocery store with pedos shitting in front of clients the employee who threw to the ground a mountain of oranges, unintentionally.
Because also agree not picked on a lot of big fish say. Research Telenoche parsley was a slaughterhouse. Perejiles corrupt, evil, fucked, despicable, ugly, Ladino, Chant, abject if you want, but parsley to the end of the day. Pawns. Funcionariuchos. Councillors. Sub-secretaries. And CQC is still a game-parsley until today, when much of the program devoted to ridiculing a poor idiot in Andalgalá he was left with an air conditioner, or a liner that was left with a computer. And Rolando Graña and GPS is the same shit. And Police In Action as well.
in the 90s is not the ass you could play someone really powerful and breezed to go home. A heads came up to go for Yabrán, and look what happened. Regino Acordate Maders, here in Cordoba. In the dead of Menem, of the strange death of Charlie Junior, witnesses who died in "accidents," suicide "and" rounds. " Up to Pino Solanas, today recontragorila Pino Solanas, look who I'm talking about, they put six bullets in the legs by crowing too.
Returning again to bondi, and after I left quite to hell: It was that way to retreat, I saw these irreverent graffiti that came to move the shelf, change the ball. The term "Clarín lies" was born.
Over the days, weeks and months, "Clarín lies" became the primary cultural battle of Kirchner. It was urgent to rest and get used to accustom ourselves to the idea that the media were scrambling to their economic interests and not for our welfare. That the media are not populated by Discalced Carmelite convents, but full of vultures greedy companies governed by the law of maximum profit as the most, and are ready for anything as long to achieve. That objectivity does not exist. That the "independent journalism" either. That sucks an egg as it happens to you and me, unless you talk about that happening to you and me means they earn a few mangoes. If this was unclear, and if not strong laburar on this idea, you could not go forward. We had to do what meat we who were more or less on the move, and we had to urgently convey to those who do not.
And so it was confolletos, with posters, with singing and playing with banners, and bumper stickers, more graffiti, with a dissonant voice in the same media, with word of mouth, with that famous "What's wrong Clarín, you're nervous?" was that little by little the idea was catching on. Yes, better, Clarín did his thing, eh. It was clear that the monopoly (or oligopoly or fuck you want to say) shot the shit ton of prestige, credibility, and that power accumulated so many years, both negotiated, both lobby and both scam had cost to build, in his crusade against all that was K. Is that some owners frightened tread it without explaining much.
But it is clear that the work of undermining, that was done (we did want to include me, I love including me) below, puteándonos in laburo, in college, internet, years losing friends, making bad blood cagándonos of anger many times, served, a lot.
We to this day that from the more pedestrian middle-class even more enraged gorilla you must recognize, not without a certain amount of discomfort and medium strength, which lies Clarín. Clarín that earning money is more concerned to inform people. Death may hate Cristina, said that the government is full of montoneros, fear for the "chavización" of our country and to roar asking for an early coup, but they still lie to us and Clarín no way around it. If nothing else as a grudging concession, and we have to do to us (those who defend this project in exchange for a wine and chori), not to seem some cobblestones. Although some do not create it entirely. And that, frankly, is a battle won and there is no turning back. People no longer look at TN with the same eyes, nor read the same way Clarín. At least not the bulk of the people.
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This is proved by the decrease in visits to the portal www.clarin.com and fall in the sale of copies of the printed journal. Just check it .
And it was thanks to this that, little by little they were giving the conditions under which you were able to get a raise, promote and adopt the Law on Audiovisual Communication Services. And now you can raise and discuss the draft law to declare the public interest to produce newsprint. Have tried before without generating these pre-conditions would have meant political suicide. The country in flames. A hondurazo. Again the helicopter. I do not know, better not think about it.
Well, there you go, there you have it, "Clarín lies." Discutírmelo and came to the bitch that bore thee.
back, not to bondi but the title of this post: Clarin lie "becomes the new floor (use the ideas of" floor "and" ceiling "to decorate an explanation I love), from which we to go creating new slogans. We must generate more and more common sense, simple ideas and simple assimilation. I mean, the way we hear on the street a "what's needed here is tough, we have to get out on the court a" what we need here is greater redistribution of wealth "to shit dialectically both cones.
I can think of, at the time, some to go to practice:
- "The state has itself or if they get their hands on the economy, but we are in the oven."
- "Insecurity is a product of inequality, do not give me bullshit."
- "It's simple: more industries, more jobs. Granary of the world my balls."
- "The coup of 76 was to do shit to the national economy and give away our heritage, what guerrilla or eight quarters."
- "You have to fill the parliament and government workers."
slogans that, as happened with the "Clarín lies" and the Media Law, will serve the future of "cushion effect", as faster and more effective ways to raise awareness, to help underpin future socially Bills to be in the same direction. As presented by the Deputy Héctor Recalde recently, CGT-driven and based on article 14 bis of our constitution on the distribution of corporate profits , for example. For workers, who obviously benefit from this law be punished, do not take down unsuspecting repeating the line that employers want to repeat them. It becomes indispensable
multiplied by all means those concepts that a militant known by heart, who understands and defends in a while, but the rest of us are not accustomed to listen, and who has no where. Because We should understand, that was the great achievement of neoliberalism, and the one who works there a lot: having achieved the so-called "common sense", the cliche, the comment line at the supermarket, the taxi driver, the next door, the teacher at school, etc., always have this terrible rail to liberal conservative think tank. Having become the "ordinary citizen" in a militant neo-liberal, although he will not even have sense of what that means.
So good, enough, already. We're with the ball on the floor to hear that here the poor are poor because they want to. We need a firm hand. That here is that legalizing the death penalty. Immigrants come to get us jobs. That politicians are all corrupt. That the slums are nests of criminals. That young people are all assholes, drunks and drug addicts. That govern an employer we guarantee we will not steal, because you do not need more money. That enemy is the people that Luis D'Elia JP Morgan (bah, what the fuck is the JP Morgan? Sure to be a faction of the Peronist Youth. Is that with that acronym, dresses ...). Enough. We want something else. And until we see two neighboring sweeping the sidewalk and listen to discuss the redistribution of wealth, the promotion of domestic industry, the need to judge the soldiers of the dictatorship and Latin American unity, we must not give a damn Chicken stride.
And remember that the discussion is to give it without falling into academicisms, as I'm doing now using the word "academicism." You have to give it without climbing into the pulpit to declaim as a scholar. Without wishing to emulate Richard Forster (whom I admire and respect very much and I believe it absolutely essential, of course, what would we do without the organic intellectuals ...).
Well said ... You have to take off the bows and the cap. As did the general. As he did Jauretche. Using simple terms, irony, jokes, obscenities, puns, popular sayings, short sentences. Paste, copy and paste. No beating around the bush. Forcefulness. Simplicity. Pim, pam, pum. Palo and bag. As Aníbal Fernández ago, for instance current.
Because, no doubt, a "Sabsay believes it is constitutional because it takes the train in the Constitution" shakes the nest more than 10 open letters. You no matter who gets upset. It is quite clear that both instances of discussion is absolutely necessary, but, I think, the bottom line is to win now increasingly hegemonic common sense grounds, that it is replicated over and over again on the streets.
And enough of writing. With your permission, I have to go to the tail of super to chat with some ladies, and then to the bakery, warehouse, then to the suburbs ...
See you later.
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