Culture of Clueless -La Cultura de los Incultos

Many people prize holding on: to opinions, to people, to lies….because it is perceived to be a sign of maturity.
Changes, no matter how justified or necessary, are deemed a symptom of inconsistency.
You shouldn’t take a risk, you could fail.
Don’t try to change anything, not even yourself, because ‘others’ need you to be the you they have told you that you are and that perhaps has nothing to do with how you really are.
Don’t change your opinions or tastes, because that’s crazy. ‘You ALWAYS liked black pudding! Why should you change, you twat, and like Bratwurst?!’
‘No way! You’re crazy! You’re a certifiable nutcase!’
Whatever they do, they attack you. They don’t want to think that life could be as easy as live and let live. Because, obviously, if they like green, and you, silly ignorant thing, should KNOW that THAT is the perfect colour. Otherwise you’re crazy.
How can the country go well if imbecility is encouraged, mediocrity is a goal, whatever is different is unbearable, there’s no tolerance to minimal variations between humans?!
I am obviously speaking of the defence of the rank, Torrentic Espanich chow, not real culture.
We sing ‘Oe, oe oe oe…I am Spanish, Spanish, Spanish!’… but Fala is shameful, a display of cultural backwardness that should be forbidden. But of course, I am not allowed to speak it because I am not from here. It doesn’t matter that my mother or my sons are from here, or that I’ve been living here for 19 years.
I’m not entitled to use the trash of a culture that isn’t mine. Even if others despise and denigrate it.

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Se premia y fomenta El que Te Mantenga en tus trece ( o quince, o diez) porque es señal de ‘madurez’.
Los cambios, aunque Sean justificados, se tildan de inconsistencia.
No se deben correr riesgos, pues puedes caer.
No intentes cambiar Nada ni cambiarte porque los demás dependen de que tú sigas siendo quien te han dicho que eres y no necesariamente quien eres en realidad.
No cambies de opinión, de gustos que eso es de locos. ¡Si a tí SIEMPRE Te gustó la morcilla! ¡¿Como, loca de tí, vas a pasarte al chorizo Pamplona?!
Ni oír hablar… Tú estás mal. Te ‘ pasaste’ de la cabeza…
Lo que sea, atacando, con tal de no pensar si puede ser que sea cuestión de vivir y dejar vivir al prójimo…porque si alguien no viste de Verde, y tú, oh lumbrera celestial, SABES que ESE es El color perfecto, esa persona ha de estar loca, turulata, y desquiciada.
¿¡Como no va a ir El país como va Cuando la borreguez se premia, la mediocridad es un logro, lo distinto es insoportable, no hay tolerancia a las minimísimas diferencias entre humanos?!
Y hablo, como no, de la defensa de lo rancio- casposo- Torréntico Espanisch chow, no de la cultura propia.
Se canta ‘ Or oe oe oeeee Yo soy español, español…!’ pero la fala da verguenza porque es ‘ chapurreo de pueblerinos’. Dicho por gente de la zona y por cierto, que aunque sea una mierda y un atraso, a mí se me cuestionó mí derecho a falar en fala, aunque sea El dialecto de mí madre, aunque os meus fiyos señan d’aquí, aunque leve 19 anos vivindo na zona.
Pasmoso…
Nin a Merda podo usar…

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