And I don't need your civil war

"Quien vacila en arrojar al exterior el incendio que le devora no tiene otra alternativa que arder, consumirse según las leyes de lo consumible."
(Vaneigem)

Este no es un blog político, pero la vida es política de por si. Hablamos de lo politico como negativo, pero politicos eran Walesa, Mandela, Proudhon...

Quería aclarar que no soy simpatizante de ningún partido, y que estoy bastante alejado de todos sus idearios, por simplistas.

De todas formas voy a dejar un poco eso de lado...
Parece que estamos un poco polarizados, entre los adoradores de Cthulhu que clamamos por el apocalipsis, y el resto, gente de bien (casualmente todos del mismo partido).
(Iba a escribir un relato en que los principales politicos del pais formaban parte de una bizantina confabulación al estilo de expediente X, mezclada con los mitos lovecraftianos: Para que se hagan una idea, Otegui era el mismisimo Nyarlathoteph, y Zapatero y Rajoy luchaban por obtener la lanza del destino, llegando incluso a un duelo con sables laser. Creo que me abstendré).

Eso si, no me resisto a poner un video, al hilo de las palabras alarmistas de cierto expresidente, el Civil War de Guns and Roses.

Volvamos a la cultura pop con su lenguaje autorreferencial, tan interesante e inocuo. O no tan pacífico: Rodríguez Marchante ha hecho una crítica de Death Proof de las que hacen daño, lo cual me lleva a pensar que la película es con toda seguridad muy buena.

Próximamente vuelve el Especial Verhoeven, y se publica el prefacio de mis "Escritos impúdicos" una serie de reflexiones pretendidamente obscenas que son en realidad bastante inocuas. Es un proyecto ambicioso en teoría compuesta por doce capitulos a publicar entre esta semana y el 26 de septiembre, glosando todo tipo de aventuras sexuales y/o sentimentales.

"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *


Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before


Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before


My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land


And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war


Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more


My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **


I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war


I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway