A couple of weeks ago we set out to try to find the final —and transcendentalist— meaning of a whole series of successive visual manifestations with which, in recent times, we have tried to represent our quarrelsome reality. We speak then of the theory of broken windows, of entropy, of the laws of thermodynamics and of Kantian categorical imperatives. We look out over the edge of the cosmic cauldron where destiny bubbles and ancient and recent causes collide. We didn’t comment on it, but we assumed that egregious taunts from social media would embarrass those responsible and make them hide their heads. I thought the matter was closed.
But no… it itches and spreads: “When I thought I’d seen it all…” The recent May Day parade served us two more cups. There is no other choice but to think that something is hatched in the shadows by hidden powers. Until today I tried to stay within the margins of logic, to find recurrent social pathologies that could explain why this happens precisely in Cuba and not in Saturn. I have meditated all night. And I think… I have found possible clues.
The first is that Elvis Presley never died… On August 17, 1977, Elvis lands in Havana and is taken directly to a guest house in Cayo Las Brujas. There he remains hidden offering few concerts with repellent and acoustic guitar. Over the years and fed up with boredom and false promises of prosperity, he begins remotely designing costumes and presentations for the Ministry of Internal Trade. His last creative period and his artistic testament.
Josef Mengele appeared in a photograph, developed by the CIA, accompanied by two men; one of them sported the characteristic mustache of the Führer. It is more than likely that if, as they insinuate, his death was staged, he fled to South America, to some country ruled by the military. I mean, he could hide anywhere. We know that Adolf was fond of painting watercolors and since one thing leads to another, it is inevitable that on his ranch on the banks of the Chadileuvú he has continued to practice the arts of illustration and who knows if even those of design. I would take it for granted that he spent years conceiving a Fourth Reich, concentrating on sketches, drawings, carriages and imperial wagons. Engrossed in small models that by chance ended up in Miraflores and were surreptitiously photographed by Cuban comrades.
Another intriguing possibility is that all of these parade and catwalk projects are actually copies of those used by the Egyptians in their funeral processions from 3400 BC. Although one thing is Egyptian art and quite another that of Nuevitas and Arroyo Naranjo. Although they share the same beliefs—life after death, faith in the pharaoh’s immortality and divine character, an obsession with the journey to the “beyond” and an unwavering conviction in improving the quality of bread regulated in the course of a few decades—, there is no doubt that the Egyptians reached the highest levels of representation and that their buildings—also full of corridors and nooks—have stood three millennia, attesting to the knowledge of their contingents . Three millennia is nothing, it is clear, but it starts with something.
There has also been speculation that Obama is the antichrist. This is believed by 13 percent of Americans. Said the prophecy that: “A man, in his forties, of Muslim descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a massive impact, like that of Jesus Christ…people will flock to him and he will promise the false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, the price of gasoline will go up.” Obama is behind the May Day designs. At least it’s his source of inspiration. Because they seek to subvert the world, national, provincial and municipal order and they have achieved that, except for gasoline, everything else rises uncontrollably in price. The first dress rehearsal for Armageddon is proving to be a complete success.
Finally, perhaps the most convincing, is that everything has been conceived by two new movements emerging from the circles of interest in social sciences and philosophy of Guanabacoa, Artemisa and Mayabeque. Those who say that the earth is flat and those who, on the contrary, say that it is hollow. We live convinced that the earth is round and solid because that is how we have always thought of it and we prefer to focus on something more productive or pleasant. Mental wandering and speculative laziness have made us dull and dazed. The ideologues of these two secret societies are determined to confront us with new ideas, with symbolic representations that make us doubt everything that we once took for granted: beings of clay holding hands, flowery carts pulled by donkeys where the homeland advances victoriously and a cot with a mosquito net…. summary executions in the middle of the street with huge syringes.
It is nothing more than a plan to make our ideological platform coincide at some point with those of the Illuminati, Freemasons, Opus Dei, the Priory of Sion, Templars and Bohemians and any other that helps us solve the problem of supply.
