Meghan Markel it has brought out the colors. And I do not mean that she has publicly exhibited a catalog of the Pantone corporation on account of her son’s skin, it seems that she was subjected to prenatal investigation in the court to which she as a consort and with little luck decided to belong. I mean it has made me blush and I hope it has made us all blush. Although I suspect, more than likely, that the increased blood flow to the cheeks of all Spaniards, which we have not been able to avoid seeing his famous interview, it could have been caused by very different appreciations around those, more than morbid, images.
A. Rodriguez
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I am in the group where others feel ashamed for the obscene display of troubles of the very first world. The one in which the thin skin of those who form it, beyond their colors – I trust – suffer ostensibly with what for most of us would actually be a reason for celebration, pride and happiness. Belonging to the historically conformed and accepted privilege of being a family of command and wealth in one of the most powerful and relevant nations in the world is clearly not a choice. For which by random crossing of chromosomes appears suddenly with apellido Windsor On the face of the earth, the condemnation of his lineage can understandably place an unacceptable burden on his personal growth and development.
I understand the will, surely preceded by the influence of his beloved, to abandon the responsibilities that privilege inevitably entails. I understand that your partner, with an education contrary to the value of ancestry, forces the complete breakdown of labor ties imposed on you by your family and even dynamite, although I understand this less, the breakdown of family ties that your job imposes on you. All companies with the same surname, regardless of sector or size, have the same fundamentals and historically many conflicts of blood, or “political blood”, are what destroy them. We know of several cases and many are in fashion.
I understand the right of choice in freedom which, even in royal families, is the great achievement of our times. I respect her and applaud her with the enthusiasm of seeing our society improve in these aspects and aware that it is not yet a universal right, far from it. I am less condescending with the weakness that comes from the excess of protection and the weak growth that causes the transit of too easy roads in life, but in that, my criteria, I do not know if it has sustenance. But I am uncompromising with the desire for revenge and with the lack of respect. With ungrateful, self-indulgent, and self-centered beings. And of course, think about what I suffer in these times, I am intolerant to the public display of disaffection, to the unhealthy manifestation of resentment, without a concrete object beyond the mercantile or to feed immature spite.
Well, all that seemed to me to be the content of the pamphlet that, beyond the paltry achievement of the remuneration, sounded like victimhood, easy lives and a lack of commitment as a teenager. If really those arrogant or racist practices, they mark the pulse of palace relations. I would find it much more mature and honest to deal with them, stepping on the sand of that carpeted and palatial arena with your noble convictions. Not shouting from a box the evils of the morlaco. Rather, on the contrary, to fight tooth and nail and turn from within the bad habits or treatment that its members are giving to weaker relatives and subjects, who are tens of millions and many, many non-whites.
Outrage at her cowardice to step back from a position so advanced in the war to continue to improve integration and calm in the kingdoms and governments of this complicated world and inaccessible power. Anger at not seeing his brother, wounded by contempt – it is not a mortal wound – capable of withstanding the pressure imposed by the machinery of families involved in such strange missions as showing representation of popular will and popularity, basically voluntary. Shame at the betrayal of the memory of a mother who started that path of changing tradition when tradition was damaging and that endured much longer, more alone, with worse elements against it and a fateful outcome, than the very few months that the Dukes of Sussex themselves have endured together and well wrapped. By imitating her out of time and with lesser motives, they have done her indelible memory a disservice.
But I think that most of the outrage in our country has emerged from an analysis, I’m afraid more bizarre. Justified indignation by the unparalleled and offensive copy, by the implausible self-confidence, with which both two have imitated the national star conflict. That of Kiko Rivera putting her mother in broth. That of the jilted son who begins to tell truths that are so hard to listen to as probably improbable. The one who cuts into pieces the one who brought him to life and throws them to the hungry beasts of a cannibalistic nature that seem to animate so much the virtual and vast zoo that the “mass” and the “social” are now hopelessly half”.
Admittedly, the bastards have done well. Multiplying the money by a hundred, the audiences. With Oprah instead of Jorge Javier Vazquez I even get a smile with the comparison. Putting fashionable topics in the dirtiest social gatherings. What if the color of the skin, that the “mobbing”, that I commit suicide …
With the slight nuance that the deceased was the mother of the insulter, the dimension that the repercussion of the mess has taken seems to have come from a: “Kiko, how much did you say you charged? What do you say? That I did not get over it? Wait… stay tuned… and hold my cubata ”.
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