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DON White Jose, like any other politician of hogaño, is a slogan machine gun that, there where it goes, waters meninges of its audience with a broadside. The other day, interviewed person in my presence by Nacho Villa, I verified how Don Jose was helped of a papelico in which a handful of these slogans had written him; and, as it spoke, it was putting with fórceps slogans of the papelico, as the forgetful comedians put blood sausages in their parliaments.

This politician of hogaño has become: in one cháchara mazorral and inept salpimentada of slogans; and, by force of machine-gunning meninges to us, our politicians obtain that we internalise such slogans, so that we got to repeat them as if they were own occurrences, we are and them laying eggs everywhere, like carps of a fish farm ahítas of ideological fodder and encantadísimas of the life.
But Don White Jose is not only one slogan machine gun, like any other politician of hogaño; in honor to the truth, to Don White Jose the machine gun jams to him from time to time and then it says truths that appear to him of the soul, truths like fists aureole that it of a enternecedora humanity. It finishes happening to him in one of those colloquies that are organized so that the politicians provide to the idiotizada mass of their daily ration of slogans, where without rebozo some - like a girl who teaches to us a sine hardly púber- has confessed:

- When I stop being minister, eternally I will be thanked for the president. One is not minister by own merits nor by academic curriculum; one is minister because the president of the Government decides therefore it. There are thousands and thousands of citizens as well who could make it better than I, or as I, and who did not have that opportunity.
And before size of proud show of, stirring, close sincerity, one cannot but loosen lagrimilla. Don Jose, lowering of the pedestal of the false vanities, recognizes to us that in its election as minister are half-full no own virtues, nor articles intellects of which can brag of. Don Jose recognizes to us that it has been chosen, instead of the thousands and thousands of people who could it have done better than he, because a gentleman who recognizes as well that “anyone can be president of the Government” has decided therefore it.

He is not charming? One listens to these truths as fists of Don Jose and feels something as well as a cabrilleo of optimism and euphoria climbing to him up the spinal marrow; it is as if, in half of a trip in bus, the conductor would confess to you, between self-assured and attractive, who has left the twenty glasses dioptrías in house and that in addition has hormiguillo in the feet that it prevents him to step on the brake. How delicious sincerity!

One of the most evident plus signs of the corruption of the democracy is the subversion of the human hierarchies. Santo Tomás established that the government tasks had to be entrusted to most virtuous and intelligent; and also that to encumbrar what is of nature inferior is a monstruosidad. But today this order of subordination has been subverted; and to which he is monstrous we called “the greatness of the democracy”, that reason why is seen consists of letting itself govern by those who recognize without tapujos, in a show of proud, stirring, close sincerity that lacks merits. But everything is not lost: Don Jose, that is not minister by own merits, is religious man at least; then, to be “eternally thanked for” Zapatero it is necessary to think that an eternal life exists. And only one eternal life could, indeed, lodge the infinite gratitude that Don Jose must to Zapatero; I only hope that, by then, the weeping and crujir of teeth do not obstruct too much their idolatrous cult to the leader.