Few rock bands can have an institutional air like the Rolling Stones. Armed gentlemen and stuff. And that, unlike colleagues like Bono , have been little used in missionary activity. Well, if the Stones programmed a concert in Spain, even in the case of untouchable survivors of the infinitely freer twentieth century, they would have reason to fear the monstrous repression of those moralistic pickets that so much remember what Berlanga said of Franco's censorship: "Me they are afraid because they think I'm going to take a priest entering Pasapoga. " Thus, without getting up to look at him, as Umbral said, I can think of two songs by the Stones that turn C. Tangana into a boy scout singing Krausist hymns dedicated to hiking.

In one, Under My Thumb, my dear Mick compares a girlfriend to a pet, to which he has all his desires and to the one who abuses psychologically because he holds a grudge - he takes on female empowerment. The other, Midnight Rambler , is already directly to call the police because, between moans and wiggles when he sings it live, Mick gives himself to a fantasy inspired by the Boston Strangler, in which there are no neat descriptions of bedroom doors that open in the middle of the night, stabs and rapes that the present boyfriend cannot avoid. "How it hurts," ends the song.

In reality, music, cinema, literature, which only under dictatorships aspire to be tools of social indoctrination, offer an infinity of dark stories that investigate the less exemplary recesses of the human condition - as well as life out there- and that start from a tacit agreement between the creator and his audience: this is a dialogue between adults. This causes terrible short circuits in the heads of the macarthysmo podemita because a duty of social intervention has been thrown based on these two hypotheses: that the whole society is a child entity that must be educated, and that the arts are not conceivable but as tools of this mass education protected by the infallibility of the State.

"Decadent art," as National Socialism said, in which this Tangana was just discovered, gloriously consecrated as a maltreatment thanks to the left-wing meapilas that are crossed in its path, must be separated by a concept of social hygiene . Especially if he attempts feminism, which is the hegemonic doctrine, which legitimizes itself for the police function, that which nobody resists, not even a cowardly Minister of Culture, Guirao, who has just authorized assumptions for the censorship based on ideological criteria. Don't fuck me, man, as with Franco , although the criteria were different.

This week, we learned a couple of things about culture. The first, already known in reality, is that this has become unbearable and that the cultural, Puritan dictatorship has turned rebellion and contempt into a moral obligation. Who would have said that the punk spirit would end where it is now. I hope that the coming historians will be fascinated by this society which, in the name of plurality and progressivism, manufactured one of the most overwhelming mental flattening mechanisms of all time.

The second is that, if you are an artist and you are going to be censored, pray for the right to do it, because then you will be a martyr of the run-over freedom, the next band will refuse to play and the low-spirits will slide down bars, like firefighters When the alarm sounds. If the left does it, they will give your repression of hygienic justifications, you will be a fascist - or a macho - who forced them to censor and nobody will give a shit what happens to you.

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