Blame it on the other
Luckily we have a perfect president. Well. Right. Equitable. Healthy. In addition, illustrated. Academic. Profound knowledge of the economy. Of law. Biological sciences. The environment. Engineering. Of rainfall. Of cosmology. Of gastronomy. Theology. History. Sport. A president who is also multilingual. He speaks English, English, French, Quechua (and crap, if they were language). Is dynamic. Has arrests.
But above all, has the truth. And not only that it is, but that truth belongs.
With such attributes, the others do not count. Because we know from history, but not football. We know right, but we are young. We can talk shit, but not French. And so on.
He is the only thing that unites all the virtues and, for that matter, is never wrong.
Therefore, by being infused with so much science, so much knowledge, so young, is obliged to correct us when we, poor mortals, old or young hairless cunts, we miss and we dare to express a different approach yours, provided irrefutable always unquestionable. And then, humility, heads down, frowning (but not as much as the Minister of Government, which already happens), we must recognize that we are passing on the epithets are deserved: we have won us not knowing what he knows, not to interpret things as he plays, not to obey their guidelines, their directives, not meekly obey their convictions.
him, knowing everything, knowing everything, directs us because, among other of the many gifts you have, is the leader. And, as a leader, tells us what we think and what not. What we do and what not. What we say and what not.
And so, for what he is, waiting for our recognition. Our endorsement. If not found, punish us, degrades us, we upbraideth, as are separated from the fold, going astray, we headed along the paths of perdition.
Blame for him, is always of others. Of all those who disagree. So if economists, pass without further ado to the role of accountants. If you are rich, that of pelucones. If journalists at beasts (wild or not, but beasts, after all), mediocre, liars, smurfs. If young, that of fools. If colleagues of their movement, the infiltrators. If migrants to that of idiots.
The list can be endless, does not leave out anyone who has dared to disagree. And no one, either, who has been caught making a gesture considered contrary to the majesty that he embodies, for them, jail.
However, there's more: now his praetorian guard beatings, kicks, trampling. Homer silenced any outbreak of rebellion in the place to be. Even in a university.
Because yes. For where the President is right.
The blame, as he and his courtiers have shown ad nauseum, is another.
