The Future is Dead

Having dictated the way of the future, the pantheon of the dead, expressing themselves best with the slogans Patria o Muerte and Socialism o Muerte (Country or Death and Socialist or Death), announce that there is in fact no future and that the idea of it is dead in itself; a future killed by the doctrines and political programs of 19^th  and 20^th  C. philosophers, politicians and revolutionaries.

The lack of private property rights and individual entrepreneurship, in tandem with the lack of responsibilities and parasitism that subsided socialism and free health care and education for an otherwise capable workforce engenders, is the best organoponico or raised bed garden for a youth that is apathetic and without spirit of enterprise, their motivation motor defused  by the political and economic system. Add to these ills double morality and raw survival skill and you have the perfect poor Jean Baptiste Clamence “living on the site of one of the greatest crimes in history" (Albert Camus, The Fall 281).

The flip side of this apathetic, un-motivated, cynical existentialist is a Janus faced with an over-confident, inflated ego. How can this contradictory features can exist in the same person is explained by the miracously powers of propaganda. A weakened, isolated individual is forced to be part of a horde and bombarded since the moment is born with a plethora of nationalist and chauvinistic slogans such as ‘Somos un hueso duro de roer en la garganta del Imperio” (We are a though to bite bone in the throat of the Empire); “Playa Giron, primera derrota del imperialismo yanki en Latinoamerica” (Bay of Pigs, the first defeat of American imperialism in Latin America); “Fidel, seguro, a los yanquis dale duro” (Fidel, sure, hit the Yankees hard”); potluck that with speeches, newspaper editorials, filtered news and school indoctrination and you have the recipe for a people with a conviction of political mesianism and sense of racial superiority.