2023-08-02 02:45:00
Last Sunday, in PROFILE, the columnist Damian Tabarovsky in his habitual and impeccable column, this time titled “What I dislike regarding Messi in Miami”, described the decadent way of being that identifies the Argentine these days. As we are accustomed to, the columnist did so with an obviously critical tone but elegantly, hiding the grotesques that the case deserves with clever reflections, even questioning his ‘supposed’ doubts to express what even words seem to refuse to define. Yes, because it is not easy to define ourselves. It is not known if we are the residue of something that we have already been, waiting for the last civilizing sweeper, or if we are a project with no future, like a bottomless barrel waiting for a miraculous Israeli recycler to restore us for some benefit.
Despite everything, Tabarovsky succeeded and did it without waste, using -of course- Lionel Messi just like a hook to hook something deeper in a society that day by day changes the ‘o’ to a ‘u’ and that -at least seen from today- it is unthinkable that it will ever be cleaned of so much attitudinal contamination: superbly trivial, insecure and aggressive, deeply frivolous, indecorous and loud, captively intolerant, from lost generations, unhinged and bipolar, cracked not only politically. Today we are less than yesterday and less than everyone. Thus, all that remains is to delude ourselves with that proposition of the ‘Law of Signs’ that they taught us in secondary school, where “less for less is more” as it explains the mathematical structure of integers.
But what is really not wasted – and here is what is interesting – are the comments of the reader-responders who want to burn Tabarovsky in the same bonfire of old Rouen, the one that burned Joan of Arc almost half a millennium ago. His revelation should wake us up, make us reconsider, examine ourselves, at least lead us to impartially ponder what we have read and not to organize a verbal championship of poisoned darts once morest whoever insinuated to shout such a truth. Every comment, without exception, led me to think regarding the ‘Titan’ submarine: there is no rescue possible. The national, popular and thoughtless fingerprint stamped on those phrases is to laugh or cry, you choose. But in any case it is dramatic. Better, tragic.
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Reading those comments at the bottom of the article, which professors call “waste language”, is more than understanding why Messi chose Miami, that colorful Latin American nightclub that so dazzles (futile) Argentines, to retire from football without telling his blinded fans who already retired. Reading those typical outbursts on social networks is more than understanding why Messi chose that place that the columnist perfectly outlines for his latest business stopover, before returning to the Argentina of mate and dulce de leche, to his narco Rosario, that it was not when he was born and I, there, studied and began my journalistic career. Messi’s move does not paint him, it is much more than that, it traces a perfect profile of why we Argentines are the way we are. His transfer from Paris to Miami runs his finger through that unpleasant, culturally sticky smudge that stains our history as the “best Latin American country.” “I was already brother”…
That and only that, an alert, is what in a few, subtle and didactic words Tabarovsky offered us without charging admission and without offending anyone, much less Messi, but Jean de la Fontaine, the 17th century French poet, well said: “All the brains in the world are powerless once morest whatever stupidity is in vogue”. And Messi is in fashion, even more than Miami and what Miami represents for Argentines. And, of course, Nordelta and Puerto Madero are also still in fashion, cited in the note as a perfect reference for what the author tried to explain; but, I see, it is inexplicable. Or, better, unintelligible because of what “there is no worse blind than the one who does not want to see”, as ‘La Mamina’, my maternal grandmother (RIP) used to say.
“Resentful” is the adjective that they attach to Don Damián the most, surely because they imagine that he does not live in Puerto Madero or Nordelta and they think that it is a frustration and not a blessing for him. If so, by qualifying it as such, they only confirm his hypothesis, the one that he says he can’t argue well. Since the false axis of his text is Messi, they presuppose that the thing goes through the dribbling left-handed and they rule that the author plays soccer badly and in his childhood he used to take the ball when they didn’t let him score a goal. What do his soccer skills have to do with ‘the argent slope’? Tabarovsky was respectful, even he warned that he did not think regarding a private matter, the player’s family life or his decision, but that he tried to “think beyond”. That ‘beyond’ reaches you, we are the Argentines. Is that what hurt and not any reference to Messi?
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It may be, because by mentioning the word ‘ideology’ in his text, they suspect him of being a ‘macrista’ and I ask: can someone outside his fermented environment be ‘pro Macri’ following his horrible government? So do ‘K’ and I ask once more: can someone who is not subsidized be a Kirchnerista following their lousy governments? A Mexican speaker, whose name -now- escapes my memory, said that in the comments on social networks “the arguments have been lost, we write the conclusion, the aphorism or the occurrence and not the development of an idea or process, limiting reflection”. The speaker is unaware that we don’t even write that here, here we only attack, by not understanding we quickly feel insulted, everything smells bad to us and we respond by disqualifying, even though nothing makes sense and we mix washers with blueberries.
Discipleship the (bad) readers once once more mixed the bible and the water heater. Nothing new, on the other hand, but -sociologically- without waste. Tabarovsky, as an invitation to see ourselves in the mirror of the sports idol, just told us that “Messi in Miami expresses something of our period climate” and the responses to his article expressed much more of that stale atmosphere that, like the environment, is close to melting the social poles of logic and ready to flood us with an irretrievable void. But no, “let’s kill the postman” was, once once more, the general slogan of the commentators on occasion. We no longer sleep with the enemy, we are the enemy. Banality won the hand and the sunset sang “trick!”. Is there any card left in the deck of destiny to counteract this news? I don’t know, I just know that it is like that and that’s how we are. Argentina 2023, “sad, lonely and final” according to Osvaldo Soriano.
By the way, Messi also bothers me in Miami.
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