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Last night, my family and I went to see a Spanish singer called Cigala .When I say Spanish, I refer to the country of Spain. It is very different, because Spain was one of the largest colonizing nations in the world. A lot of people in the New World still hates their guts. Even within, the country has a lot of internal turmoil. A couple of their regions wants to become independent from Spain. The main reason is that they produce a lot of money, while the rest of the country does the opposite. Being a welfare type of nation, these two regions are keeping all those lazy bastards afloat. Do you think that is fair? Anyhow, Cigala, came here to sing Flamenco.
Normally, I would bring my camera and all that. However, one is not supposed to take photos of the performance. They even had metal detectors and everything. The show was supposed to take place around 8 PM. We almost did not make it before then. Little did we know that we hurried up for nothing. The bastard started like the movies. We ended up waiting 35 minutes for the guy to finally feel like singing. While we waited, mother ran into one of the Facebook people. It was the first time we had randomly ran into someone from Facebook. She recognized the man because of the wife’s dress. They were seating in the seats right in front of us. Talk about a once in a lifetime coincidence.
Since he was a journalist, and mom a chatterbox, both spend the entire time talking nonsense, while the rest of us listened. He was Journalist in the traditional sense. I have met plenty of people like that in my life. They go about wearing their Justice for peace badge, and speaking about all their awesomeness. However, when it comes to recalling the names of their sources, and the people who made them famous, they have lose memory. All in all, I do not like Journalism in this country. In part because people take everything they say as fact. How quickly they forget the origins of Journalism. Just a 100 years ago, all they did was yellow press.
I studied Journalism history as part of my major. The only time where they were not too corrupted was around the 1950s and 70s. When their money started going under, they returned to their old ways. Everything is a business in this world, and you pay for what you get. If you are not paying for the truth, then the truth will be left on the wayside. The same thing can be said of people in political powers. Anyone with even an inch of power, they are bound to abuse it. This is more common among people who come from countries were political corruption is a way of life. As far as politics are concerned. I like term limits for all offices. Also, none of the public officials should get paid. It should be a public service, like Classical Athens and the Roman Republic. We would save tons of taxes if we did not have to pay the politicians a salary.
Then, they would only go to public office as a vocation, and not to make money. I suppose I got a little side track with today’s adventures. I was just distracted by all that voting nonsense in Florida. Voting fraud is quite common place in Florida. When we were talking about how to prevent it, we kept finding loopholes around those security measures. Mainly, everything falls apart in the human element. No human should be involved in the voting process. Everything should be managed, by a cold, well oiled, well programmed machine. Whatever the machine says, is what it is. If there is voting tampering, it should become evident through the programming in the computer.
As you may have guessed, I am the type of fellow who holds up a mirror to humanity. Everything that has a human running the show is prone to corruption. We are just that type of people. I do have my own degree of corruption, though I never act upon it, because frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn. Now back to the singer. The entire audience hall was filled with drunkards. The people sitting beside us went to buy Coronas like 7 times. I counted it. It was at least more tolerable than listening to what Cigala called music. During the show, a couple of people were thrown out. My brother had gone to plenty of heavy metal concerts, where such events had never occurred. I do not know why Flamenco music makes people so violent. Things reached a fever pitch, when Cigala started channeling Sting.
Throughout the show, the singer kept drinking Bloody Mary. By the fifth glass, he was out of here. He kept slurring his words. He also burped into the microphone. I suppose maybe we would have liked the show better if we were drunk. There are certain types of music that require a certain vibe. With Beatles type of music, you need to be flying high. With heavy metal, a more hyper type of mind frame is required. Then again, I am only speculating. I just imagine the audience people be like that. I do not like going to concerts. As of lately, I just despise heading out. I have become somewhat homely. I go through periods like that from time to time. When the concert ended, we drove back home. Everyone driving back was drunk. Their cars kept swirling about. Some cops should do fishing around Cigala concerts.
They can certainly make their ticket quota rather easily there. When we arrived home, the cat was waiting for us. We do not have a cat. For some reason, as of late the neighbor’s cat has been waiting for us. Whenever he sees us getting out of the car, he goes to the neighbor’s house. I suppose he used to live here. It must be a great disappointment for him to see us, instead of his old owner. I think the old lady is buried in the gardens. There is a formation of rocks in the back garden that is big enough to hold a human cadaver. We do not want to check, because we are afraid of finding a dead body. This house has certainly a bit of a haunted manor type of feel. This isn’t the first time we have lived in a haunted mansion. In our old house in Cuba, there lived the bad poltergeist variety. What does this have to do with the photo of the Florida Keys? Well, nothing. I just needed some ramblings for peace of mind as all. We all know the drill by now.