Peru live in an era of electoral carnival. Where we go, tune into what we tune into, everywhere we look, there is an ad with smiling faces of politicians who are running for any public office.
is the time of the surveys and promotional jingles. Representative symbols and colors. In sentences like clichés and news.
Everyone thinks and asks "for Who you vote "
I like politics. I follow closely news programs. I consider myself a relatively informed man. I try to be convinced by arguments and technical objectives but I must admit that dominates me, the emotional effect.
Some candidates they only see me stir the shit, I can not stand, they give me absolute disgust. It is a visceral issue, as well as if they were part of my personal life as if they were part of my past. Unbelievers are like ex-boyfriends that left me bleeding or infamously traitorous friends a knife stabbed me invisible and in whom it is impossible to trust again.
's because beyond their rants and smiling gestures in front of the cameras, I can not help noticing his suspicious details about his private life and false representations as to behave in public. Modestly, I have developed the ability to identify who is hiding something. I smell miles skeletons stored in cabinets. Leo looked good when he disagrees with the voice, when what is says is not the result of a conviction but rather a sleazy trick.
Many candidates have passed through my life and marriage promise paradise charming. But just so I have learned to examine resumes and past lives. Check your records. Personal fruit qualify. I do a thousand times the question: Who the fuck you in the background?
I produce infinite repulsion men and women politicians in this case, that approach me only for approval and vote for them, believing a dupe, a stupid pushover disfuerzos gear cheap or circus.
No. It is not easy for them to clap or trust their whiny little words or sweetened. It is not easy to get my permission or my unconditional. I'm hard. It is so easy to open the legs.
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