Cachaco, pigeon and cat... and Claudia López's big shame.

For no one is a secret that people from Colombia’s central region are of a quality that strives to please the other, to offer respect and to try as a wonder, but sometimes that gives to doubt, given the overaction that makes them popular for being squatters, hypocrites and liars, always with their "I didn’t do anything-face” so you never know when they treat you sincerely or when they are about to give you a stabbing rag.  It seems to be a generalized attitude among mountaineers who invade our city with their spoken words and their Juan Valdez hats look alike narcos, counting their wads of bills in front of all, not because they have much money, just because of that psychotic mindset of having the full salary in the pocket to rectify it every 30 seconds in front of the listener as a way to avoid proximity.  The rotten fruit gets all the attention with its particular smell and the wastage of never being good enough with people who always seem to have a dirty intention in their minds... hence the popular adage that says "cachaco, pigeon and cat, three ungrateful animals”.

This is how the relationship between us and them has been handled forever, saying that we are something that does not fit in its “Cachacho” logic, while local masochists continue to worship other cultural models simply by always looking outside without assessing the internal product, we have accepted on our knees that centralism decides how we are without studying for sure whether or not they're right.  How can we respond to this historical conjuncture that exposes us to the breakdown of these diseased relations between the Caribbean and the rancid centralism of the “culichupados”?

There is NO local thinking capable of putting in place anyone who comes to ridicule our forms of interaction or visions of thought, we have always assumed as correct to describe us as lazy and loud, but perhaps someone you have responded with a "respect that you are not in your house" or "you know nothing about my culture, silly smelly people who not know how to bathe well," anyone who comes to speak like an expert is automatically heard, so be a chatterbox, eat the complete story ... and that is how Jamelin flutists come to distort your traditions, behaviors or daily actions, to make you feel ashamed of yourself in order to impose foreign visions to interpret the local without knowledge of cause. 

When Pope Francis visits us in the country, and I say "us" because everyone who paid attention to his speech welcomed the visit, no matter if that person rustled and poisoned social media 5 days in a row during the papal mass ... for some it was a whole honor that he has recieve the National's futbol team jersey ... I did not hear or read anyone saying: OMG no, a national shirt! Nor was it heard that Father Linero was reproached for insisted that the Pope bless the shirt of Magdalena’s futbol team... apparently there are no symptoms of shame on that part between feverish or detractors, everybody was happy with the signs of affection that the decorative figure of the Catholic Church received.  It is customary to fill the Pope with gifts, I wonder what he will do with so much crap that he receives daily in the form of an honorable present.

Something we usually do in Barranquilla with our visitors when leaving the city is to pack their “marimonda” mask in the suitcase, and if you are a local traveler you take your mask (sometimes up to three) just in case (we never know) carnival pop ups in a street in Madrid, New York or Tokyo, is almost like a stamp that accompanies at all times the joy of those who born in this city. An icon of ridicule to the bared, a buffoon of our worldview ...

So, but if the “marimonda” is so untidy why so much fuss? Because it was not the “marimonda” that they ran over, it is our dignity as a caribean people that is summed up in a disguise that justly mocks that proud attitude and the way that our Caribbean identity has been treated for decades. And the government, leads by Juan Manuel Santos, knew perfectly well that the best closure after an open-heart visit to the national pain was the Corralito de Piedra (Cartagena for you all), the Baranoa Big Band and the Garabato tribe of the Barranquilla Carnival.

Now in the point that brings us together, the big shame of Claudia López in her wild attempts to be critical of the Pope's visit makes it clear that for more of his attempts to shape a new country away from the interference of corruption, it prolongs with its rude attitude the divergences that have punished the national culture from its annals. It is not the tweet, it is what condenses, the simple fact of the “OMG no, care they give a “marimonda” to the Pope! is an expression of a natural centralist rejection thinking that has always dominated the way of relating between one and another, from metropolis to province, from viceroyalty to villains, from noble oligarchs to inferior peasants ... from "high" culture to the culture of poor, with that whiff of superiority and mountaineering ombliguism with which they have always governed and with which apparently she also pretends to win the presidency, just in case she have options for it.

Yes, our own people have deceived us, stolen and vilified us, they do every day who boast of transparent, Char, Barons, Names and Abudinen (Barranquillas rich people big names), those that with the hands dirty of blood continue pointing out phantom enemies to confuse the people, to keep us in confusion to all, but none of this ends up by looking at one side or telling another what should be worthy of indignation, because if you are seeing something that others do not see, what would be logical thing to do? because everyone is affected differently by different issues, is not this precisely the overall vision that López defends?

First of all, it is necessary to assume her "copper peeling" as a symptom of a culture that wants to give soup and dry over others (call the country of kneeling regions to the central opinion), which has these kinds of fools departures based on that " infallibility" that characterizes them, because mistakes are recognized, but not a single word said in return... it seems to be the modus operandi of someone we call UNMENTIONABLE former president Alvaro Uribe Velez, who insults everyone via TW every two minutes and not even the Supreme Court has been able to put a stop to the matter... Do you still think that the problem is a Tweet? Or that its insignificance does not justify the echo it had until now? Do we continue to minimize and individualize before reflecting the arguments and respond with assertiveness?

Now, let’s see about undermined people who believe that with apologies they can make a new beginning, but they're still repeating the same shitty person stuff, so I dare say that the dwarf grew up for Lopez... beyond the situation where the debate always ends in this country, the Senator returned the echo of superb tone that she has always used, both to have reason or to disregard it. That a sly woman who is disguised as a Green Party should see the gesture with the Pope as an silly act is typical behavior of colonial ignorance that sees in bullfighting a respectable cultural tradition and is totally ashamed of champeta’s as a peripheral manifestation. Then this kind of people appears in Barranquilla to expose how insignificant it turned out for his local fans the tweet situation, because it seems that to be right also goes hand in hand with disqualifying or belittling the discomfort that may cause in those who are exposed to their comments.

Her attitude is typical of any rancid mountaineer who believes that with minimizing excuses is all forgotten, the same overlapping and accommodating attitude of centralist flattery, so my question is why apologize for if you keep thinking the same? Excuses for what if in the background you still consider that it something from poor provincial people to give a marimonda mask as a gift?

So, not because she is one of the promoters of a new country, we must overlook the historical failure to underestimate the local culture of any region, no matter if we as a region continue with the provincial knee to the elegant central power, when to stop smelling the farts of this kind of people that one day says "no" the next says "do not know" and then they get sunnedly experts? Does she know where the marimonda comes from and what is it mocking? Forgive whom, if you let your ideals fade against the cheap copper of belittling what your potential voters feel in the face of severe mistakes?

It is exhausting to have to tolerate these pearls that come to the city with the attitude to give a chair of good government, civilization or etiquette ... confusing gymnastics with magnesia, still believing that they get us out of the mountain with a mirror, only some silly little children who stare at your finger when you ask them to look at the moon, they make them a retinue ...

This leads us to decipher the local defeatist mentality, dicksucker par excellence, a type of people who calls everything "espantajopo" are the best exponents of that kind of behavior that sometimes makes mockery and for other situation they prefer not, just invisible, but nothing is taken with the requires seriousness to really make blot and new account. That part of Barranquilla that does not get into debate, but it commands to be silent when it does not know to answer with arguments, then you leave in smoke bombs to silence and to minimize any act that fights with this "espantajopo" logic, where the autonomous act of thinking is a thing of fools and to repeat like parrots what the horny politician says the great ideal.

But those who do not come to collaborate to the local progress, but to colonize, dictate and transgress local customs, are a horde of poorly faced bad blood with their ponchos and hats, which look more like a sham of a vassal armed with a chainsaw look alike this paramilitar culture promoted by the Uribe tribe.  This people speaks in a contemptuous way of the city that welcomes them with open hands, and they feel they contribute with a "high" culture what thay really do is rattles and mistreat children.  Anyway, the bad vibe loads by “paisas” and “cachachos”  are similar to a pigeon or a cat that any day embarras your favorite shirt or takes the prey of your plate.

What difference will there be between an uri-believer and a Senator Lopez’s follower if you are casting a spear when you touch the idol? Let's begin by engaging in dialogue even if what your "great wisdom" sees as something so minimal that nothing else is enough to ask, and still with the weeping?


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You can check the original version in spanish at https://jovenmundologo.wordpress.com/2017/09/18/cachaco-paloma-y-gato-y-el-oso-de-claudia-lopez/#comment-69

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