A cold war between South American civilians

It is ridiculous to suppose that in South America everything draws a civil war? It is not so much about thinking that in fact there is a cold War pretty hot.

In Argentina, at least, the political and economic dynasty radiates hatred, intolerance and disrespect among citizens. While politicians offer themselves with a marketing heist of toothpaste or a fashionable singer, the common people clash on the battlefield of the everyday unconscious, with the intransigence and disapproval of otherness as banners.

Violent emotions are the ammunition of change; reason, an arid land where the desiccated bonsai of ideology remains devoid of light, drizzled by the impossible rulers of the political fee.

Reduced to its minimum of expression and armored to be impervious to any new concept or idea, reason serves as a headquarters, to which the acephalous and disturbed hosts will cling, before the inevitable exhaustion in a war which is hardly the their.

There are families, friends, colleagues and neighbors facing each other at the edge of the impassable silenceaddicts sheltered from the mind-altering information overload that suits them to protect their convictions: real or based on forced reality, the news to reaffirm their own position or insult the opposition is there, at accusatory fingertips, in enormous quantities, one side or the other.

In any case, in most cases, citizens attend and take part in discussions which, far from dealing constructively and critically with real problems related to the common good (health, environment, education?) How many moderated debates proposed in this sense before public opinion?), are obsessed with the ephemeral pantomimes that invade prime time, newspapers, social networks, federal courts, only to disappear suddenly, before the appearance of a new court scandal , or a new broadside from Wanda Nara.

Assassination attempts, soft coups, ministerial scandals, accusations of institutional gravity, embarrassing embezzlement, are shouted out to swollen faces and torn clothes, daily, in front of the occasional microphone.

The political dynasty assumes parody hologram logic: in the caste, no one goes to jail or is held responsible, because everything happens and everything happens in this mixer of irrational impulse, which mixes the unconstitutional and the illegal in a cocktail that is drunk naturally, by an increasingly frenetic and precarious society, poor and mediocre.

The abundance of warlords inevitably brings together a weak institutional framework, creating the ideal conditions for the advance of public limited companies in the exercise of real power, plunging the nation-state into a branch of execution of its claims, or giving him a simple testimonial role, at best.

Argentina’s progressive political leaders are not Evo Morales In Pepe Mujica: none of them is poor, nor popular, and never has been. Those in the center on the right seem attracted by the same brush of characters as derisory, irascible, intolerant and clownish (in the vein that horror films give to clowns) as them. donald trump oh Jair Bolsonaro.

The supply of quality referents – commensurate with institutional and constitutional responsibility – is so small, so precarious, that sinister and deranged personalities tend to present themselves as the best option for large swaths of youth.

The nuances of management between one and the other could be settled between the valences of the Welfare State with a populist profile vs. the strictly liberal state. However, the continuities between them are more frequent than one would think: systematic impoverishment, stratospheric inflation, weak and unreliable institutions, precarious education and health services, etc.

Honesty, or growth from decent work, or critical and independent thinking, are devalued currencies on the brink of extinction within cultural heritage. The dynasty opens the door like an invitation to the party, suggesting the remote possibility of joining it, if you have the “gift” of hereditary meritocracy, or if you are unworthy enough to exercise prostitute loyalty at all costs and submitted.

Nothing is random. Not even the overabundance of puppet, rustic, arrogant, false and hateful leaders in the electoral offer. What is essential for the durability of the dynastic regime is not only that the door be ajar, but that in turn, there is no way out of the conflict.

We live with boredom and an unhappy hope. the crack It posits the existence of both sides, but it does not dig into the tacit void where lie those who have not yet naturalized collective ignominy, the precariousness of thought and ideals, the administration of poverty as a policy of ‘State.

Those who are neither on one side nor the other are in a vacuum. That is to say, they do not exist, within the brawl marketed in the name of the fatherland. However, the very logic of the confrontation – the necessary warlike inertia so that nothing changes, that there is no way out – is reviewed within the framework of compulsory enrolment. Either you are on one side or you are on the other. No one can be excluded from this normalizing ambivalence. And, the one who has been, will be suffocated, challenged, forced to participate, or failing that, subjected to the aforementioned abyssal void.

In the Argentina of crack – that is to say the Argentina of intolerance, of theatrical politics, of systematic impoverishment – ​​everything seems embedded in a somewhat watered-down fascism.

Television images project scenes of irrational violence across Latin America, similar to the irrational and frenzied stew in which Argentina’s political-institutional framework is cooked. There are nuances, singularities, reasons and dissimilar causes, but the soil founded on poverty, institutional precariousness and social precariousness, seems to be favorable to the definitive advance of the Anonymous Societies on the Nation State. Latin America is the world’s reservoir of cheap labor, where legal licenses offer the best opportunity for the unbridled exploitation of natural resources and the incitement of cynical and prohibitive hyperconsumption.

The scandal of the palaces and the social belligerence seem more than favorable conditions to push the population away from a painful resignation, with the impossibility stamped DNI, and the “everything is possible” in the coarse and mocking impudence of the political scene.

Argentine citizens disagree because the culture of the strange enemy seems to have been instilled in them. The vernacular political dynasty is Orwellian in profile, no doubt. It seems that a syndrome with similar symptoms beats in the rest of Latin America.

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