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No to the war, what work does it cost you?

Say no to the war, it's hard for you. No to war and the bug and prostate cancer and toothache and macro farms and ears hairs. But above all say no to war, it's not going to be that staff think they like war, as if they liked leukemia or cannibalism. Say no to war from Starbucks, which is like a coffee hospital, or from a Himalayan salt bed like John and Yoko, or from a guitar like a well full of Ivy and birds, or from the newspaper that already comes out in the shape of the dreamer's boat or paper hat. Say it from the government, where you are to save the world like a bunny. Say it even if you admire Che or Lenin or Arafat, whom you see as saints with broom and clothes. Say it, and plant a flower in a soldier's helmet, and draw a kiss like a bubble fired by a rifle, or at least do so until the war catches it, and see then.

Vignette pacifism is a luxury that only those who are far from wars can afford. When the war is distant, radio, documentary, and comes in photos like a forest ranger magazine, pacifism has no merit. When war is on you, what pacifism does not have is sense. This pacifism is usually dilettante, aesthetic, vacation, a diuretic moral veganism practiced by those who are not hungry, needy or dangerous. You'D say it's the most obscene lookout of war, some sort of celestial railing of idle gods. Let the wars stop, kiss each other, we all love each other like a big joint run. Yes, you go say no to the war to the Taliban, to Boko Haram, to Saudi Arabia, to Putin himself. As if they were going to tell Napoleon or Hitler, of course.

There is a pacifism of pure vignette, that is all alkaloid, snobism and curl powder, and there is another pacifism of vignette that is interested, that is ideological, that is guerrilla in the background. In reality there is not so much pacifism here as there is militancy against certain actors of war or violence, while defending or praising others. Israel, but not Hamas. The United States, but not Cuba or Nicaragua. West, but not east. Christianity, but not Islam. Yankee imperialism, but not the Soviet iron boot. Francoism buried in its cement plant, but not Chavismo alive like a parrot. I mean, no to war is still no to Aznar, with his spurs on the table, and even no to the Prestige. It's iconography, not anti-war. Moreover, in this pacifism, the "no to war" is always the yes to the one who is on the other side thinking or making war just as cruelly or cruelly as the other, in this case Putin, but who takes them against slogans.

No a la guerra, a usted qué trabajo le cuesta

The truth is that people kill each other, and it's not always because the oil or Coca-Cola or Kissinger, which is what this hemispheric and hemihistoric pacifism tells us, the podemite pacifism and so on, these people who have the "no to war" password for the Feisbu but take out the machine gun with the Che's hot mouth as if it were a thick yesca lighter. Yes, people are also killed by the nation that has just created four on a balcony, by the leader plywood of flags and calderilla, by the little book dug up by a messiah or by a bureaucrat, by the paradise of the class or race, by a goatherd or a bloody god or a good god, by pure vanity, by the tongue, by the shape of the noses (Hutus and Tutsis), by the real or invented history, or by having an exit to the sea as a Some would kill themselves for a pimichungo tennis player, imagine what they would do for their families, for survival, which is what happens most of the time in wars.

Say no to the war, it's hard for you. Say it loud and say it soon, that the scale doubt, see if you're going to like to kill people, either you're the Aznar who spoke to Bush like pixie and Dixie, or you're a corneage and corneite facade, like the Legionarian doll or those Vox people who dress between Curro Jiménez, the Peaky Blinders and the communion of the little Marquis of the innocent saints. Say no to war, you Don't care. It is others who have armies on their borders, at the distance of a tiger from a footstep in the snow. Say no to war and mention geostrategic interests and American oil companies that refer Pringue and danger just like fried chicken cholesterol, as if Russia didn't have all of that, and worse. Say no to the war, which sounds like a song, at the concert of Ana Belén, the sweet sobaco singer-songwriter of a new flirt. And I tried to say it without much remembering that if there is freedom in Europe and a certain peace it was because we won (actually won) a war.

Shout no to war, show your humanity and commitment. In fact, wars Don't matter, and Putin doesn't give a damn. After all, what is it? Hardly an old, great wounded empire, like when Weimar, and an authoritarian, unliberal, blessed over and over again not by Billy Wilder's Coca-Cola, but by his enthusiastic people. I have been remembering all day what Polanski and the ardor sang: "what would you do in a pre-emptive attack of the USSR?" For today, to say no to war with a green stick or a joint in that stiffened and silenced hand of having saved the world with the little finger up, and not to worry much more. If doing good does not cost any work ….

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