Last night was Christmas Eve and today is Christmas. Traditionally been in the culture of peoples and the dark night based on ancient mysteries and fears of the species, it is significant that night last night, has traditionally been a good night, a night light and joy, a night can be illuminated with us the hopes and joys that we anticipated, this day of Christmas where we are today, and as we commemorate the birth of Christ, simultaneously with the ancient solstice rituals. I hope that many know and we can see the family this important event of Christmas is our biggest wish from Southern Horizon.
These are not good times for us Argentines, despite the many speeches that try to persuade us otherwise ... We live like in the Matrix and every day we take our pill to not see the merciless reality around us. The cruel and terrible reality of the disappearance of the landscape caused by the production model, the reality of waste and pollution everywhere, the reality of misery, while obese people malnourished, the reality of the rivers that sucks, turned into sewers and destination of all discharges unpunished, the reality of the many dressed in sportswear false converted into regular uniform of misery. The terrible reality at last, from the homeless shelter or shelter where the poor humanity good tonight as we celebrate the arrival of children in family, having dinner with our loved ones, with joy and hope ... Let us be frank with ourselves: the poor and homeless politicians care only when they are in the field of opponents. It's like spraying and its devastating effects on people and especially children, should be brought only when performed in the province that do not govern their own country ... The sense seems to have lost in the parasitic class, imposing the most visceral instincts ... survive, prosper, increase their own fortunes, have bank deposits abroad, being part of tribes and political careerists cordate guided only by instinct of the bands and codes of corporate racketeers. Today imposed charges stay in power at all costs, no matter the price, staying at the risk of collapse ... always have all these officials the passport and ticket ready to fly away to where they keep their ill-gotten savings ... little matter then lo que dejen atrás…
Allá ellos, que se vayan todos, que alguna vez se vayan todos y nos dejen recuperar el gobierno de nuestras propias vidas, ahora prisioneras de los falsos discursos, de los escenarios mentirosos. Que podamos recuperar nuestras vidas secuestradas por el asistencialismo y por los agronegocios. Aquí nosotros, el verdadero Pueblo argentino, los de a pie, los pobres con orgullo de serlo, los que a lo largo de la historia hicimos este país quemando generaciones de valientes en las campañas libertadoras, enfrentando las flotas extranjeras, en las montoneras gauchas, en los fortines y en el mestizaje que produjo un pueblo de criollos, en los conventillos obreros de la inmigración, en las tantas revoluciones gotten and the street fighting the Cossacks, in English and refrigerators in the rooms of the old oligarchy, in the Plaza de Mayo where workers recovered their dignity and their dreams of a better country ...
Last night was Christmas Eve and Today is Christmas. Last night was a night of light and hope, because with the expected child dawned a new Christmas, we pray because after the hatred and fighting that we had witnessed in recent days, this time again to be our day, one day love and friendships, a journey to recover the dreams we had and we left, a propitious time before the miracle of birth of the child, to make Feedback to rejoin the dignity and self-esteem, hope and the certainty that there is something beyond soy and mining chemicals, there is also a past of being uprooted, the depopulation of the countryside and overcrowding in the urban criminal forced to condemn us ... That Agribusiness this holiday season, the sense of family in us, whichever is longer, much longer than that love which we allocate to the closest in the blood and affection, and those who embrace the between clink our glasses ... And may we all be as a people, once again, a big family ...
Jorge Eduardo Rulli
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