Imagine fictional country. Country where fantastic realism gains contour of fantastic legalism.
There, dean of the Supreme Court is. Agro entrepreneur, education entrepreneur, promoter and host of concentrated wealth. It does not recognize conflicts of interest when judging the bank that remunerates the wife or sponsor of your company.
Activist of the appointment policy for judicial and executive positions, party interlocutor, friend of the press chiefs. None of the sources generating power resources escapes him. Without modesty, he attacks colleague, attacks prosecutor, attacks legislator, attacks original peoples, threat NGOs, journalists and teachers.
Organizes symposiums between political and economic agents in the hypothetical country. Symposium, understand well, in the Greek sense of. But a more outsput and profane celebration. Philosophy and poetry come out, magistocracy and oligarchy enter.
In the banquet there is noistotle or only, there is no philosophical or spiritual question. There are no contemplative jars or smart and counter-hegemonic humor window. There are spolitching impulses and extractive negotiations, unregulatory concerns and the end of labor rights. Constitutional exchanges in defense of the “national interest”.
In these symposiums participate almost all the judges of higher cuts. Averse to loneliness, to the invitation to eat with the law that flirts and to lecture to the contractor who extends the hand of friendship. A championship of matches and counterparts.
Many of the judges. Men of family and goods fight for the success of children and wives. To the point of making lawful law enforcement without lawyers to do “partnerships” with lawyers of the patrician dynamic.
Even the football confederation of this country’s country is thrown on the network of this Latin, pre-digital influence.
The media does not feel free to address the subject. Do not dare or ask, which will say investigate and criticize. Your courage ends in a private whisper. Because you are afraid of the consequences.
Size vertical power of intimidation and retaliation makes the imaginary judge the most granular and effective player in the state.
In this mocking country, there is lottery jurisprudence on honor and freedom of expression for ordinary citizens. And there is safe and predictable jurisprudence about the honor of the Judge OrnitorRinco. A whole jurisprudence of honor for you. Jurisprudence of one man.
If “Lottery Jurisprudence” and “Individual Jurisprudence” sound Oximoros, welcome to the charades of this Rule of Tropical Law, in which journalists cannot challenge magistocratic domes for their liberation. A uncommon zone where freedom of the press and academic freedom are not allowed to arrive.
Because the highest authority of rights protection is the same that can harass you and punish you. By objective and well informed criticism. In cultured language.
And so the alchemy of fantastic legalism is made: against the law, the greatest operator of the law. From your club you make legality, domination and silence.
We are in Magistocondo, a city that García Márquez, had more laziness and less refining, could have invented: 500 years of collusion (with hints of agreement).
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