We have to return to the topic. It’s inevitable. One often hears elated winners or resigned losers say that “God’s timing is perfect.” I think so. Because it is like a thing of God that the Soccer World Cup in the USA, Canada and Mexico has arrived precisely a week and a half before the final elections in Colombia, when our brava politics is about to vote, not only at the polls but also at a funeral. How scary.
I insist, because I already said it here. I’m no longer prepared for anything and I have never seen such a virulent campaign, disrespectful of good treatment, rules and institutions. Everything is politicized, even justice. They politicized our national shirt through tutelages. It is already known that in politics there is a lot of room to cut. In the middle of the World Cup, a judge, perhaps applying that classic argument that “he who dresses in yellow will be undressed in the street,” banned it. But another judge tied the match, applying the saying that “he who wears yellow, adheres to his beauty” and ruled another ruling authorizing the use of the tricolor. Bravo.
And another will surely come. And a representative tried to suspend the President, until the 21st, who could have campaigned. Luckily it was an own goal. A candidate accuses the jaguar of buying votes, this riposta that is a tiger talking about spots on the skin, since he is the one who buys.
It’s painful. We are already at the International Criminal Court, where the jaguar went accusing the tiger of alleged links with paramilitaries. He accuses him of being very happy and organizing concerts to commit crimes. But the poisoned ball did not take long to return. You will be more of a bandit, “collaborator of criminals. You have been serving the criminals of the FARC and the ELN for 20 years,” the tiger roared. And there we go, in bites.
This is painful and dangerous. Petro campaign manager, which is prohibited. And since in this government the rules are your elastic fabric that adjusts to the executive body, the President does not recognize the electoral results. Something that had never happened in this country. That’s why, as Pedro Páramo supposedly said, I felt cold when a dear political scientist, wearing a Colombian t-shirt, which we can all wear, just like that, gave me this touch: “Can you imagine what would happen here if on the 21st there was a difference of 1,300 votes, as is happening in Peru?” Phew.
I don’t take sides, but whoever wins has to be a beast to unite Colombians.
One week and one day left. This campaign was a maximum penalty, and there will no longer be debates. But at this point, and in this low-rise environment, perhaps they are things of God, since it would be time to search the candidates at the entrance.
It’s a shame, because we are left with more battles than proposals. And with the country more divided and polarized. I’m not saying who or where, but I saw two octogenarians, two extremes, you might say in football, roaring for their candidates. I don’t know if it was a hint of a joke, but one said to the other: “you know I don’t get wrinkles.”
What a task the winner of June 21 has. I don’t take sides, but whoever wins has to be a beast to unite Colombians. And to pacify this nation, which, according to the Global Peace Index, Colombia is the least peaceful country in South America. We ranked 141st out of 163 nations evaluated. And we are a world power of life.
But “God’s timing is perfect,” because we have a world. There are changes in mood, something that calls us together, with our tricolor on. Even the shouts have changed, which are not swear words, but rather the ayyy, uyyy and the famous dele dele, which is not a political lynching, but rather a request to kick the goal.
Good luck, dear National Team. You represent the entire country, you are our flag, our shirt, our dreams. You must pull out your claws, because you are true peace. His goals make us hug each other without thinking about tigers or jaguars.
luioch@eltiempo.com
