Since it is easier to manage tabula rasa than politics, it is not new that there is an attempt to manipulate the memory of others, to impose forgetfulness out of malice and sheer laziness. The other’s head is like a huge wasteland, a hard drive that can be erased at will or filled with nonsense. Against the right to know the truth, some object to the obligation to forget. The problem is that they increasingly require new memories to disappear. Regardless of the importance of information or stored emotions, it is said that you should change the screen at dizzying speeds. Searching for citizens similar to Nemo’s little friend Dory the Pisces, who forgets what he said or did minutes ago. This country is run by characters like Enrique Ossorio, PP’s vice president of Madrid. already past page”. This is their argument for not investigating or paying attention to the poor. What kind of person believes it will take two and a half years to corner fathers, mothers, grandparents, grandmothers, neighbors, friends, the dead alone and without medical attention, without medical help. Filled with the defense of the family, it should belong only to them. Ossorio is also in charge of Education, Universities and Science in the government of Isabel Díaz Ayuso. Exactly what is understood as knowledge, the intellectual legacy passed down from generation to generation. With a little luck, he forgets to go to the office and the legislature passes without too much delay. But if there is, let’s turn the page.
In a kind of early Halloween, last weekend the favored government associates of Ossorio’s party unearthed all the mummies that, to them, make up the very core of the country. The bullfighter, priest, conqueror, king, and company founded Santiago Abascal’s Village People, a dance troupe of a politician who justifies history, not memory. At his party, Meconios, a band christened the first excrement produced by man, performed their hits in front of a devoted audience. They long for the civil war, but are tired of the left insisting on remembering it, and the page needs to be turned. Look where I buy the name of their song.
We will also return to 36 next Sunday. In the Navarrese city of Sangüesa, our family will honor the memory of our great-uncle Antonio Garcés. A cultured, free-thinking 28-year-old living a good life as a civil servant. The fascists forcibly took him from his home so that his business could fall into the hands of a relative of his informant. In October 1936, Sanjurjo was shot at the trap party along with hundreds of other men, and his body was dumped in a communal grave in the Zaragoza cemetery. We will remember him fondly with the Memorial Association, the City Council and other families. We won’t forget him just because the four suckers said so.