I have no doubts about the ancestral existence of lies associated with power, lying because I want to, because I can, because it suits me. And, of course, it is also used by the weak in their survival instinct. But I’m amazed by those who never have the slightest doubt about where the truth is. Religions have continually used it and imposed it on their parishioners. The truth undoubtedly exists in obvious things, but it is frequently covered in complexity, nuances, and dark areas. That is why I feel embarrassed and embarrassed when I read in a media column that this is the most honorable lectern for those of us who love the truth and nothing more than the truth. Well, this condition helps them sleep better. Also the belief that the world is divided exclusively between good and bad. I’m going to stop listening to the devastating Argentine song Cambalachewhich has been my bible to explain the world and how it works.
The televised news of the world stuns me. But I see a proud TV presenter congratulating her union because according to a latest survey, television is the medium chosen by 70% of Spaniards to find out what is happening and have fun. All that remains is to affirm that television is the only real source of collective happiness. I must be a moron since it causes me so much discomfort, drowsiness or sadness. Well, to each his own.
But I still do my homework. I don’t watch all the series because that would be equivalent to possible suicide, but I do perceive new forms of indoctrination in many of them. Regardless of their quality or lack thereof, excessive intensity and morbidity are demanded of them. I also perceive the abuse of topics that were previously taboo. Anything that involves rape, sexual abuse, sadistic or masochistic relationships, themes focused on problematic sexuality, gladly receive production and the blessing of moral advisors, and some can be attractive, done with talent. But its turbidity exhausts me. I couldn’t finish the prestigious . And I am exhausted by the catalog of abuses and sexual aberrations, despite Javier Bardem’s vigorous performance. And from the first chapters I detested the tortured existence of that multimillion-dollar abortion family in . When the sleeping pills take a while to take effect, I change those intense and disturbing things for the infinite vision of . I laugh, I enjoy, I enter that wonderful town that never existed called Innisfree. I suspect that no production company would now allow John Ford to shoot that film. Wayne roughly drags his wife, determined to get her dowry. For me it speaks of happiness. And he transmits it to me.
