Marcos de Quinto and the Big Brother politicians

There is only something worse than living off politics, that is a hobby. Marcos de Quinto seems to be a deputy as who is left to play golf on Sundays, and that has the danger of banality. Without ideology, without responsibility and social vocation, the political exercise is reduced to a mere walk through frivolity, to the desire for power of someone who does not even know very well what the hell he is doing there.

For the millionaire Citizen deputy , the migrants who go aboard the Open Arms are "well eaten." It is impossible for De Quinto to write that in a tweet without knowing in advance what his words would bundle, there can only be the conscious provocation of someone who sweats arrogantly with squirts. For him, the 105 immigrants (formerly 134, with the landing of 27 minors) who have been crowded in the NGO ship for more than two weeks, are going to shellfish per day. The spark of life sails on that ship. The lack of empathy of the now politician is so obvious that only a bad person, a really bad person, would ignore it (or say that those words are nothing more than "personal tweets").

De Quinto belongs to that group of politicians who would be better in the house of Big Brother than in Congress. We will recognize them because they are dedicated to competing to see who says the fattest savage. When they are not women, they are homosexuals or immigrants. And above all, the poor. There are few things that generate more rejection than poverty, it terrifies us so much that we prefer to despise it. The poor are the great threat, because they remind us of everything bad that can happen to us. And that is so unbearable that we prefer to be swallowed by the sea.

It is all the fault of the poor people, especially if they are immigrants, as if they had black cards, bank embezzlements and accounts opened in tax havens. We support them when they clean our homes and take care of our children , when they do the jobs that the Spaniards do not want to do, when they pay the taxes that the rich do not want to pay and they have the children that we lack to balance the disastrous demographic balance. But we despise them when they ask for help, because they are going to take everything away from us and it may not be that they have more rights and help than the good Spaniards. You have to fuck yourself.

De Quinto despises poverty because it is too far from its million-dollar ivory tower. Also, because he knows that many think like him, although his bank accounts are in red numbers and have not tried in his life the Iranian caviar. Everyone has in common a distorted image of their country, they believe that Spain without a heart belongs to them. And they say it as someone who lets go of a joke between carajillos, like who laughs at some tits doing edredoning at the house of Guadalix. They say it as if the dead in the Mediterranean could not one day be us or themselves.

According to the criteria of The Trust Project

• Fifth frames
• Citizens
• Spain
• Open arms
• Balearics
• Opinion
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