The Hamptons After Prom

Elite or the new rich.


comes to my hair today an article written by my admired Perez-Reverte on what he feels to see certain little characters out of some place ... but better read what it says:

Arturo Perez-Reverte Cortes, and sometimes I agree with the departure of members of Congress. There are official cars with their drivers and bodyguards, putting the finishing canutazos journalists at the gate, and a throng of individuals of both sexes, Slick in ties them and they departed the premises with the air that you can imagine. I do not identify with almost none, and just see the news, but the bird is known for the crap. Van strutting serious, important, secure in their role in the destiny of Spain, road car or restaurant where they will continue tracing the outlines of national policy and peripheral. Not few arrogant and how come TV stars, with tailored suits, expensive shoes and ways affected by new rich. Opportunistic newcomers every morning look in the mirror to see who are awake and celebrate their good fortune. Members, no less. Regardless, some high school. Neither have worked in your life. Not knowing what to sign up early at nine o'clock, or search for gigs outside the protection of the political party who joined from youngsters wisely. Without fear of the dole queue. Without scruple and without shame. And each time, when I cross the parade offensive, with the absurd spectacle of arrogance, I experience an intense dislike; an intimate discomfort, indignation and contempt fact. It is a reflective act, as I say. Only visceral. Devoid of reason. A burst of anger inside. The desire to approach any of them and Cisco bitches. I know this is excessive. There is always righteous in Sodom. People

honored. Decent politicians whose existence is necessary. Do not say no. But today I speak of feelings, not reasons. Pulse. I do not choose how I feel. How do I skip the automatic. Something must happen, however, when a citizen of 57 years and proper use of his mental faculties, with the settled life, right culture, and broad knowledge of average intelligence and reasonable world, the powder was up to the belfry while attending the parade of the English deputies out of the Courts. When nausea and anger are so intense. That worries me, of course. I still walk down Carrera de San Jerónimo, and wonder what is happening. To what extent the years, the life I led in the past, the books I've read, the current situation, I do see things so hideously. As aggressive and pessimistic. Why do I see when I look only mob, despite knowing that among them are people who are perfectly honorable. Why, to admire and respect those who occupied those same seats for twenty or thirty years, I have come to despise so their successors kings mediocre. Why a few dozen illiterates irresponsible smug same, regardless of party or ideology, can sour in a moment, in this way, the afternoon, the day the country and life.

Maybe because I know he concluded. No one by one, of course, but the troops . General caste. I have seen for years, here and abroad. I was in the forests of wooden crosses in the blind alleys where they take their irresponsibility, their corruptions, their ambitions. Its appalling ignorance and lack of scruples. I know the consequences. And I know how they do now, adapting to their time and their time. Anyone knows to be fixed. Read and watch. Someday, if I have enough head cold, I will detail you how to ride it. How and where to eat and whose expense. How is the distribution of allowances, privileges and official cars. How to organize themselves in committees and institutional visits that nobody give a shit, shameless and pointless tour paid by taxpayers. How they toiled, there are no ideological differences, the privilege of charging the maximum public pension retirement after only 7 years on the bench, compared with 35 of honest work that requires a citizen. How ministers who will arrive at retirement, pensions solid work compatible with any public or private annuities when they reach retirement age, and monthly allowances of 100% of their salary upon leaving office, fully charged and no queuing in windows, from the first day.

Anyway, enough for today. And just the page. I wanted to take the giant squid, that's all. In giving vent to the key, and that's what I did. Another day I will be more consistent. More reasonable and objective. Maybe. Now, at least, as I walk through the Carrera de San Jerónimo, some know what I have in mind when I meet with them.



What? ... A which is more than successful, to which are many times we feel the same as him and do not know how to say is, what is a real joke that our politicians, for the simple fact of being a few years in office or sitting comfortably in their seats, they are entitled to a golden retirement?.

Asco see me as that personage @ s walk with an air of ignorance to be back around the scene today ... lions were sent to me and not just those who watch the doors of Parliament.