La política no es del todo racional, si lo fuese no existiría. Para que sea así se necesita información perfecta por todos los participantes, lo cual es imposible.

Tampoco es del todo subjetiva. Con cosas en su mayoría subjetivas, la música por ejemplo, uno no puede pasarse horas discutiendo por que al final se llega a “es cuestión de gustos”. La política no es un sentimiento (Dios no!*), pero en su discurso se pueden englobar muchos factores, y en como valuamos cada uno de ellos, es donde se pone subjetiva. Hay gente que está más preocupada con la seguridad, hay otra gente más preocupada con la educación, etcétera.

Entonces este tópico está a medio camino, entre la subjetividad y la racionalidad. Y en medio de esas dos cosas, está el infinito. De ahí el dicho “No se habla de política ni de religión”.

En octubre hay elecciones, así que está avisados, no me rompa las bolas.

*La estoy recursado, y probablemente sea mi última materia. Las tengo por el piso con política. 

>La irracionalidad es al amor lo que el respirar a los seres vivos.

Las mejores van a Madariaga, obveo.

Entonces mi respuesta al significado de la vida es: el sexo virtual.

Que buen disco Rubber Soul che.

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

Ann Druyan, talking about her dead husband Carl Sagan

And I will wonder forever if I’ll see you again, or for the rest of my horrible, beautiful life. And other things will happen to me that are just as amazing and lovely and traumatizing as you have been. And sometimes I try to stop speculating the future out of existence, and run with it because maybe it’s for the best. I am leaning back and running with it and staring at the stars and I’m eleven, I’m sixteen, I’m eighteen, I’m a newborn, I’m everyone, everywhere, with you, without you. Unbound, set free in Limbo
Lost At Sea.

Como decirle que no a todo un país?

Si, ustedes dos. Que entran a mi blog, y lo puede leer cualquiera, menos ustedes.
Sepan algo, ustedes que leen lo que no les digo.
Los quiero mucho.