martes, noviembre 02, 2004

En el día de las elecciones

Le comentaba anoche a Edi que necesito creer. Me he cansado de ver a los comentaristas hablar de que si Kerry y Bush son casi lo mismo y que si el imperio y que si la manga del chaleco. Me he cansado de leer a los medios serios sustentar con razones muy sesudas que Kerry debe ganar la elección, como si fuera un canto agónico de desesperanza. Y se me ocurrió que mañana, al confirmar que Bush ganó la elección, elegiría yo insultar a la mayoría norteamericana que hubiera votado por él con esta canción de REM, del Automatic for the People:

These bastards stole their power from the victims of the Us v. Them years,
wrecking all things virtuous and true.
The undermining social democratic downhill slide into abysmal
lost lamb off the precipice into the trickle down runoff pool.
They hypnotised the summer, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Marched into the capital brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

The information nation took their clues from all the sound-bite gluttons.
Nineteen eighty, eighty-four, eighty-eight, ninety-two too, too.
How to be what you can be, jump jam junking your energies.
How to walk in dignity with throw-up on your shoes
They amplified the autumn, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Calculate the capital, up the republic my skinny ass.
T.V. tells a million lies. The paper's terrified to report
anything that isn't handed on a presidential spoon,
I'm just profoundly frustrated by all this. So, fuck you, man. (Fuck 'm)
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.

If they weren't there we would have created them. Maybe, it's true,
but I'm resentful all the same. Someone's got to take the blame.
I know that this is vitriol. No solution, spleen-venting,
But I feel better having screamed. Don't you ?
They desecrated winter, Nineteen seventy-nine.
Capital collateral. Brooding duplicitous, wicked and able, media-ready,
heartless, and labeled. Super U.S. citizen, super achiever,
mega ultra power dosing. Relax.
Defense, defense, defense, defense. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ignoreland. Yeah, yeah, yeah.


Pero no, hoy creo que si alguien quiere protestar, que lo haga antes. Ellos pueden cambiar su destino y de paso influir en el nuestro. Hay grandes fuerzas en movimiento y uno solamente puede sentarse y jugar con el caleidoscopio. Ando como zombie con eso (sin referencias blogueras, por favor). Espero que los norteamericanos voten masivamente.