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There is a fragment of the biography written by Larraquy Galimberti I remember vividly (much better than I usually remember passages from other books.) The sentence is more interesting than the issuer: Galimberti Bonasso and talk. Galimberti Cogote finally asks whether it is really a journalist or a partner. Bonasso asked what is the difference. Galimberti replied: "If you're a journalist rather than a companion, I must treat you with respect and contempt with which professional journalists treatment. Are the early 70's. Militancy is a kind of mandate and agency surpassed a thousand deviations, a solution and a dignified exercise. Independent journalism does not exist as a concept, the consolidated media journalists are operators declared military power, oligarchy and Proscriptor. If not, could not practice journalism. Others exercised from the plain of the struggle: in times of persecution and censorship, journalism and activism are inextricably twinned. Prensa Latina is a body of information - or-counter- revolutionary. The best journalists, the most innovative and the most plausible, are members: Juan Gelman, Miguel Bonasso, Paco Urondo, Horacio Verbitsky, until Eliaschev Terragno and, of course, Rodolfo Walsh. The truth does not exist if not as militant stance. The word "information" is closer than ever to its etymology: shape. It gives shape to reality from journalism to change reality. Pure militancy. Journalism is also close to its roots: the partisan press lampoons and imitate that feat pamphlet of revolutionary France, that in our country was to drive as much as the Jacobin Mariano Moreno, with its much touted Gazeta (Need to clarify: Moreno was not independent). On the other hand, are the journalists of the status quo: Grondona - operator and beloved writer of Onganiato-Neustadt, far behind, Natalio Botana, fierce militant hit 30. The press reports: governments like the flip Illia, outlaws, as does The Nation, which for 18 years refers to Perón as "the deposed tyrant" and Peronism as "the deposed regime or dictatorship" What can you expect from Diario La Nacion, "the tribune of doctrine", the creation of a hegemonic political and sagacious as Bartolomé Mitre? What can you expect from Gainza Paz? What be independent? What? What class interests? What business? From your own power? In the 70 things were very clear: either you were on one side or the other was. There was no independent imaginary stalls where, as a watchman, the reporter narrated reality without engaging in the mud of the facts.

The concept of "independent journalism" should be something quite new in history. I do not know how or when, someone thought that such nonsense could exist. I think in our country reached its peak in the extent to which, on the one hand, it is automatically demonized and even criminalized politics, and on the other hand, is built the idea that economic groups exerted their control and power without question, above all politics, without ever confronted with this, mastering, treating it as a subject helpful. The media were independent to the extent that they had no ties to political power. What is obviated, were their natural links with economic power, real power de facto superior. If economic groups were unquestionable and untouchable, and much more, invisible questioning what could have been to the media expressing their interests? Just had to keep the forms: a respect for certain rules of democracy and a guarantee of space and legitimacy for politics. The concept Magnetta at its best: use to politicians while they serve, then do them a cookie (in this they were experts) and discard. Basic rule for perennially holding real power: creating opportunities for subordinates to simulate alternating and even confrontation.

That was - and is "independent journalism: the mask with the real and immovable power of corporations down to the spaces of power ratings. It's called, humbly, fourth estate, when in fact a higher power tentacle impostada coming up with the political struggle. Because, basically, corporate power, always keep a wary regarding the policy, even when you create completely dominated. And why are not lacking. Another

are journalists. Those who seem to step on them the finger every time they are being compared or equated with militants. Majul makes a difference: on independent journalism by another militant journalism. We want to convince people that he belongs to the first group. Should first be convinced that this is a journalist, but accepted that it should be recalled that the salary paid Majul Manzano, De Narvaez and Vila. These are the patrons altruistic for the sake of truth and intelligence, subsidize the exercise of independent journalism, pure and immaculate, Luis Majul. Noisy. In water on all sides. It is not worth dealing with Makhoul. Much less than Morales Solá, a murderer creeping type and Bussi, or Grondona, as pompous linguist milico held power through blood and fire, not so many big mouths who want to convince us of his honesty and lucidity of his reasoning incomprehensible Independent: Leuco, Tenenbaum, Eliaschev, Lanata, Santillan.

What really worries me is that others are afraid to wear the shirt where they belong: they are all journalists, activists, from one cause or another. Of democracy or of corporations. You can weigh in one's shirt, but already have in place. It amazes me to hear the panelists Gvirtz declaring his discomfort with the moniker "Journalist activist." Is it because, in this time of rebuilding and restoration of political and financial worth and overcome, they still carry some remnant of cultural defeat. Perhaps have a very low concept of the militant, who imagine themselves as a kind of automat assent, as a follower and true repeater uncritical imposed upper echelons. It may be that they see militancy as a form of discipline. Not that. At least not in these times: the current militant, particularly the militant national and popular field, is an activist who understands quite well that goes. Because it becomes militant independence despises sterile by individualism, by irrelevant, for trivial, for onfalocéntrica. That assumes the need to integrate into the commons and to support upper echelons, because they represent what: it is not official because it is convenient for you or for the mere fact of being where the power lies. It is supported by the government if it wants to be supportive of the government. Does not repeat what the government says, if the government understands that he repeats almost always the ever-so said or what he now feels and thinks. If we accept this, there is nothing in these times that militants in the plains or in the media. You're right Sandra Russo. Others who are wrong are afraid of qualifying. Concede at least this: Majul must be convinced of what he says. Without doubt or Grondona Morales Solá are. If in the future cease to be in agreement with what we now think, should be processed for retirement (which Aguinis, foresight, and did, becoming a privileged retirement from 87 years for exercising the public only 7 months)

The return of militant journalism is a positive sign of the times. Hopefully someday finish the verse of independence. That everyone recognizes from where they speak, they defend interests, that t play. That day, we will have retraced a zoncera more.

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this morning, was held at the Plaza San Martín de Santa Rosa a wheel of the current Hill - which is a national reference companion reminding Alicia Nestor Kirchner, a month of departure. Partake of the same fellow Peronist and some colleagues from other sources, all with the same objective.
reception people were very good, especially the younger and older. Some phrases were in my memory, like that of a woman who told us that "the villains never die, and just had to come to him die," another who approached me to say that Nestor had done much for her people who called him "Angel" or "Ghost." But what really touched me was the attitude of a lady of 70 years, took the wheel and kissed him, and he was kissing her as she walked away.

Today, November 27, also recalls a day that has been eroded over time Peronist Calendar: Day of the Secretariat of Labor and Welfare, Evita, in "The Reason for My Life", considered a comparable Peronist party to October 17 and May 1.

Nestor is now a piece of living history of Peronism. His early departure is placed earlier than expected in the seat of the great popular movement in Argentina. It is clear that Nestor won that place with its vocation to respond to popular demands and do justice. Days like today, I was amply confirmed.

to continue reminding, is a video of the year 1999 when he was an unknown governor from Patagonia. A program Zapala, Neuquén province, where Nestor shows that its authenticity, sense of humor and, above all, his ideas were not born in 2003, but it followed him from his beginnings in politics.

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speak English. Better speak, I write, the better to write, I read and hear. At least that stated on the certificate of the last test that I paid. That is a constant among those who have learned "Language" in academia rather than in practice. People who make English the need to use it daily, often speak very well, but falter in writing. On the contrary, I have not had many opportunities to make oral use of my learning: a journey, a tourist, a foreign correspondent. Also, I published a paper in English in a scientific journal and I read every day by so called "papers" that no worker of science and technology can evade. Little more: if I had to account for revenues derived from each mango and every minute spent on schools, the benefits would disapponting Rather, say something. I think my case is repeated in a lot of people in Argentina. However, in these times, learning English has an unjustified overvalued compared to other areas of learning, and I can not explain it any other way than thinking there is some correlation of domination and penetration cultural. I still have

autobiography. I have deep potholes in my training in mathematics. Not to mention the statistics. Bache not tremendous potholes more than once I have brought great complications in my work. In other areas, I had to leave to self-manage my learning in large fields: history, geography, grammar (the poor results are visible.) Not so with English, which I intended bitter and tedious hours since childhood. Moreover, I have seen colleagues who, with far less command of English than I do, achieve results virtually identical to mine. I have received, occasionally, stuck peer consultations by the vocabulary of a publication or urged to make use of language in any circumstances on time, but have not been more than the times I've had to ask for help to analyze data. I mean, I should have spent more time learning mathematics and statistics and a little less English. Mathematics is a language that I understand more brutally. I dare to disappoint many mothers resting quietly while their children learn English in days of Monday through Friday, full afternoon in private schools: it is very likely that their children are wasting their time hopelessly, better could use a little math, something more than history and geography, salutary bath chemistry and biology, and less English. **********************************************

************************************** I know the preceding paragraph may sound like sacrilege for many:-English, English to learn English! - mothers desperately shouting at the addresses of polling packets. - Look, we know all the colors, "he says another" Show them to the Lord, Show them, and the kid starts with ielou, blu, grin, network. The mother looks at me and hoping that I admired the truck crash stunned by the lush array of vocabulary colorinche the kid driving. - Pelotudeces "snapped" Let me tell you when was the Battle of Vuelta de Obligado. I say it in English, if you want. Right there, I turned around, but not before the child stare and say, in a firm voice fuck you, asshole.

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Cristina's speech last Saturday, San Pedro, was interesting. Spite of them some, sometimes the mare hits the mark: - call upon our fellow citizens to a new quest: to strip our heads cultural chains that for years have gotten us - was dispatched, harvesting less impact than the famous tuit "pirates fore see." I applaud the speech, but you know I applaud almost everything he says the mare. But there is something interesting about this: cultural channels - beyond the play on words by the chains in the Paraná-cross is a figure of interesting discourse. Because I think some ties from going further and questioning ciertas normas naturalizadas que no tienen nada de casuales ni de naturales ¿Por qué es tan importante, imprescindible, honroso, dignificante, maravilloso, hablar inglés? La tan mentada aseveración acerca de que se trataría del idioma universal, puntea cómoda entre las argumentaciones. Para no estar aislado del mundo, il faut spikinglish . Sucede que el inglés es una suerte de esperanto consumado. Si el esperanto fue la lengua planificada, elaborada minuciosamente, que llegaría horizontal y democráticamente a imponerse como lengua global, el inglés es el paradigma de lo no planificado, de lo caótico y lo impuesto. Esa lengua que hablaban los bárbaros insulares y que modificaron y convirtieron language "write" the Romans, by force of sword and command, had no planning or even in their origin. So have a phonetic so random. If Esperanto is planned, ergo, it defeated in this century, English is a symbol of liberal, if not chosen under a necessity born of the asymmetries and the rhythms of the history of capitalism. If Esperanto was the utopia of a universal language and equalizing, unifying, English is a language that makes a difference, and points to the inequality divide: is the dominant language. Speaking English in the sixteenth century could be an act of barbarism and not to an Englishman. Consummate the industrial revolution and imperial rule the world by Great Britain, established the dominant role delegation in the United States in the twentieth century, knowledge of English has in this land of comparable importance to what may have been for the native Americans learn sooner rather than later language the dominant Castilian overseas. I'm not so interested in discussing the importance you may have, what may be discussed is how the celebration is done.

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British Policy in the Rio de la Plata, Raul Scalabrini Ortiz. Here's a book that could be read with great advantage the little children who spend their time learning English in schools. Of course, not without first learning seven or eight colors and animal names in English, the past participle and some other trinket but obviously necessary - in light of the facts, easier to disentangling the history of two hundred years of domination direct or indirect, British or Yankee, Latin America. Why not, some of José María Rosa, Jauretche or history of Felipe Varela Ortega Peña and Eduardo Luis Duhalde. I know spending chimangos gunpowder, but no less futile my attempt to that of mothers who send their children to study English in order to become men of profit and capacity. English does not it. However, in our country must have almost as many branches of the British Cultural Association, scattered throughout, as branches of National Bank. They should not go wrong.

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cultural domination. Or cultural penetration (which amounts to almost the same, "he points to a comrade Troska- this phallocentric society where it penetrates, dominates). That wished to speak until one day, in an English school, a teacher showed up dressed as witches celebrating (?) Halloween ( from now on : Jalogüin), that was for me just a holiday that commemorated only in the cartoons, like the Thanksgiving Day or the 4th of July. One day, I came to breakfast that could celebrate, the shouting of Trick or Treat . Since that day, I saw also imposed the celebration of St. Patrick or the bullshit magna Valentine's Day. Therefore, it remains an interesting act of sovereignty recover cultural carnival celebration as genuinely popular. Because of all ways, people are going to suck out and, says a friend, trying to get up mine, at any time and for whatever reason. Better be a national excuse.

But I still go to the seed of the matter: the accomplished fact that English is almost an inevitable educational need, has deep roots in the history of our country in relation to Britain and the United States. History is not entirely happy, tell me. The recent celebration of Day of sovereignty in San Pedro had some of that: remember the Anglo-French arrogance and heroic determination of a few natives attempt to avoid invasive (first with ships and guns, then with goods) of Victorian England. In terms of history in broad strokes, that matters more than policy ambiguous Rosas in relation to the provinces or porteñocéntrico federalism, which ultimately earned him the defeat of Caseros. **********************************************

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final and totally expendable, raise your hand those who studied English since childhood. And raise your hand which, in those courses, read "Animal Farm (Animal Farm)" by George Orwell. Even the guys who do not ever again engage in reading, read Animal Farm, in general, in English Is it coincidence that, of the extensive and rich British literature, English teachers choose this minor work? "Just this project, which satirizes and demonize socialism and that celebrates and recognizes as a social system" more healthy and honest "liberal capitalism British stamp? It is not conspiratorial or mad to imagine that the choice of play is nothing casual or haphazard. A system of domination does not stitch without thread.

How To Feel For A Prolapse

Words tribute to Nestor Kirchner by Alejandro Dolina

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Podemos intentar el ejercicio de imaginar como puede hacer sido el verano 2010 de Héctor Magnetto, acaso el último verano feliz de Clarín: en una amplia oficina acondicionada, con luces tenues y silencio sepulcral, con puertas abiertas apenas para los más íntimos peces gordos, el hombre habrá delineado su codicioso plan sedicioso, rosario de sucesivas victorias aplastantes en el poder legislativo, con un acompañamiento a coro de canales y diarios, con editorialistas de pluma filosa y venenosa bajando línea y plantando agenda, con tapas y zócalos amplificando data on the race in your favor. We are winning, have thought, as he winked at Kirchsbaum and struck up conversations with opposition lawmakers who promised to drive kirchnerismo eaten raw. Everything was subject to wear, to undermine the basis of the ruling party to break all ties with the people (public, I shall call him) and, above all, to bring governance to nowhere. The rest would come naturally. Although he had starred, Duhalde was his weakness, but Carrie was Cobos and well-earned merit, and Reutemann was a charming man - had to leave anyone out. They all deserved a little place under the protective shadow of Clarín, until that old man talking hulk mining and petroleum, with verbs of Scalabrini and hypertrophied egos. If the old man also had to give Solanas a space, if a little was the damage it could cause much the gorilla that could bring the so Solanas Pacheco. Maybe even come to understand as hand and ended up playing with conviction in the side that suited him. Everything was
promise of victory. The government crumbling, the economy bound in the mud of the global crisis, the indicators instilling fear. Imagined and cap fall day. Bonelli imagined half-mumbling explanations oligophrenic English-language. There to lock the use of reserves to pay debt, forcing the government to borrow at rates monstrous or reduce spending. Had to force them to kneel adjustment, hanged by international constraints. We had to go by land with pride irreverent those who claimed not willing to negotiate with the IMF. Thus arose the operation Redrado. An elegant blond boy, well liked the respectable establishment, played to the rebellion as a lumpen-territorial chief. The slaughter went back and forth the hottest days of January. They had not dropped the bubbles of champagne that had been provided in the new year and already facing down a ruling minority. Carrio complained, they had taken vacation and the possibility of Cetacean splashing in the sea and orangeness krill feed on his face. Less prone to sweating, and Sanz Morales fired the central bank to hold rags, running a parody of a new Cletazo summer.
Without much rest, began the thread by the committees. Trim back the arrogance reached new. Gluttony opposition was not quiet. Were all over. Judge started to prove that it's funny but as ruthless as that Nito Artaza, Solanas consummated his outrageous deals in exchange for the promise of chairing a committee inconsequential, snorted Carrió heat and ice cream shops looted in those days Kirchner sweet collapse. Nestor Kirchner
put the body. Appeared in various media, fought with arguments, defended the management. Cristina protected with a manual of militant loyal to his driver. But the opposition - which until now qualifying self-inflicted, with stupid pride, to identify themselves to the society-
showed their willingness and self-confidence: everything could be getting fit. There were no codes or regulations, background or covenants, negotiations and consensus. Vocation had carried all before him, like a raid report prepared to beat a retreat to the enemy limping. Arrogance and rage: the formula wild, fierce and unscrupulous of Magnetto.

The first symptoms started to become notorious blunder when Morales strutted her bad temper in front of Marco Del Pont. Had the bad sense to do it before the cameras. Self, canchero winning without playing, Morales denied the right to defense to a box that had been turned upside down just to advance the debate. We won, period, thought Morales. The arrogance cost him his face: a lukewarm reaction to the popular defense began to spread beyond the walls of the frame fenced opponent. The Brotherhood ended recoiling by the sheer weight of their incompetence. Later came the zopapo: autoconvocados marches - tens of thousands throughout the country, claiming the media law. A dagger to the heart of Hector's good-natured. Not only for what the law meant, if not reverse a call that is contrary to its editorial implied in terms of its ability to install "public opinion." It happened the ninguneo and downs. There was a whiff of hitherto unknown: the backlash. Without acknowledging receipt, the media cartel wanted to continue his march. Mad Six defended the critical salary from the channel 7 at eight in the evening. The worst thing was not it: the problem is that there was more than 6 listening and following. Began to break the spiral of silence. Those who claimed to represent the views public realized that public opinion did not represent them in that bid for the destabilization runaway. The media law was no longer a problem of means, rapeseed few. The problem is that media are in the middle of the problem, said thousands of other rabbis without a kippah.
Then came the first cross to the jaw. Amid the tense and frightened country that reflected on TV, millions of Argentines official accepted the proposal with joy and optimism to celebrate the bicentenary of Argentina. Not everything was bad, it was all chaos, all was not tension. It was a break. That day he realized that he could not tame things: one is never blind people their material conditions, the memory is not as weak or fragile. Caracters in the streets were filled with millions of Argentines singing and cheering, applauding and dignifying their American identity and libertarian. Signs of anti-mediopelismo, anti-sepoys of Patria si - Colony no.
began a belated review of his speech. The legislature and did not throw political dividends, the government piloted the ship and put forward to 2011. Opinion studies showed a line that stood up to a frightening K at the tip. They talked about the bicentennial effect or, later, carotid effect, or, later, he called for silence on these issues. On today's
Nestor are babbling effect finish not believe. Post polls is a shovelful of dirt thrown back. What they saw in the wake of Kirchner still lives in their scariest nightmares. The memoirist, decent people exhibiting their pain on a par with their hope. Youth - that they were demonized and caricatured in the media-with their eyes open and militancy bloom. Minorities more minorities make a majority. The consummation of his defeat in the form of a barren, dry marsh, the triumph of politics in the most bright and colorful. Today
finish their task as they started. He fell badly and retreated as 20 boxes. Even the most pessimistic of its operators could imagine that this Christmas would find bicentennial of gathering the bits of their indomitable pride. End with repetition of arguments: as a boxer who knows unanimous loser, striking a blow after the ringing of the bell. The hook-technically interesting, but lacked torque waist and support the body, of Camano is a final parable of the failure of those who thought fit to govern. Without the elegance of lace or grandstanding Redrado discursive Morales, a mercenary policy mince words and finished the legislative year to the tubes, as they usually do the losing teams. Magnetto have to join them in the locker room and washing the head, no time to spare, have to leave the second time with the same team. Some have no legs, some do not even want to wear the shirt.

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