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May 25, as before ... NEW LOCAL APOCRYPHA


pruritus do not fear sown by the gorillas and breaded attacks by some colleagues, inexplicably embarrassed with regard to reading books for decades 40 and 50, said recently that as a fellow Jauretche dear "... were the happiest years that Argentina met ...». So my feast in this 25, the prelude to the Bicentennial, it is this iconic and beloved figure. It is part of the books that were my parents ...

They were educated in the public of those years, just remind the public school as a place of opportunity that allowed social mobility.

My mother, Leonor, take them to school, to start classes, notebooks made by his mother, Agrippina grandmother, a seamstress, with leaves sewn with machine laboriously pedal Newman (roles that were left over that my grandfather Editorial Leonardo brought to Atlantis, where he worked and where he even gave away books for children ... Gorillas and classism PURE & NOW). The books were given by the public schools, the books that the gorilaje both criticized and continues to criticize, now also in ironic mocking chain mails, which pretend to send them as "souvenirs" whom we know Peronist. Paradoxically, when today DGCYE distributes numerous amounts of books, I always criticize them, also object that many are "Fresh Ink" Clarin Group ... and there is no doubt that PERONISMO CLARIN AND HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON AS DRAFT COUNTRY ... So: What is the problem that connects that yesterday and this today? That poor have books? Moreover, the dichotomy we are saddled with sandals, so we did not finish us be clear, the heads, if they are worried because we have to walk barefoot, because the books do not like or Peronist it really bothers them that we both.

Continuing with the family history. It has countless anecdotes cite only some linked to major attacks gorilla born from the ideas on this subject.

My mother, who agreed to complete secondary education ('... behind the brainwashing of reading these books ... "PLEASE ...!) and earned his title of Commercial Secretary in the professional schools CREATED BY PERON shared in the days of the UES, she is free to memories of a space for socialization and diversity in a climate of total organization, respect and restraint. However, it is more about what the gorilaje says aberrations, as many as they speak up on the corpse of Evita.

My father, Tito, began the Industrial School, facing Armando TEXTILE because my grandfather was a tailor. Clear view of training from the work culture. At the request of my grandparents, especially Grandma Ana organizer engine family, even when he had given since GREY DUST TO RULE 'T' at age 16 was chosen to work, given the household needs, and because for grandma '... Tito was not to study, always got bad grades ... " Given the inexorable family decision, EVITA'S OWN FOUNDATION awarded a job in domestic mail and messenger. Today my mother is a pension, because the working life of my old WAS IN THE MAIL THAT WE WANTED TO STEAL MACRI ... A postman who raised four daughters, giving us all tertiary studies. A delegate from base, which for us was a national hero. He died at age 54, his work was then in the basement of the Post Office, and had, at that age, more than 35 years of contributions. (I mean, if someone believe that my old pension is a privilege ... or dreamed that such a guarantee sustained over time were going to give AFJP)

This is a small family chronicle of "damage" that made those books, one of which I chose the artwork to celebrate this May 25. A May 25 as before, by the participatory spirit that binds us today who defend the present national and popular as well as that of those who crowded the Plaza Mayor in 1810 to demand that the people be told what was. Today it is followed in this course, the proud home of which we are building, to bequeath, and dreamed of the big makers of the nation, a nation JUST SOCIALLY, ECONOMICALLY AND POLITICALLY SOVEREIGN FREE.

LIVE MEN MAY!

LIVE AND EVITA PERON!

LIVE NATIONAL PROJECT AND POPULAR!

VIVA LA PATRIA !

Prof. Graciela M. Gutiérrez

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apocryphal texts were and always will. Discussion will be eternal whether the officers were taxes and the genuine and apocryphal censored or, conversely, were the legitimate officers in which supposedly inspired apocryphal, but it was a bad copy or a tempting transgression. Perhaps they were simultaneous, random cosmic coincidence or vain: a competition between two creative where we always are compelled an Amadeus and Salieri.

Without wishing to deal today from this universality of the apocryphal, I dwell in the Apocrypha vernacular in those constantly swarming around us, in the mistaken assumptions that statements, questions with answers and expressions of desire demands. To be more precise, I embody, but not nominalized adjectives, our domestic apocryphal: psudoperiodistas, "bloggers miscellaneous (let me opt out, you'll see why), opinólogos, communicators, other Olog, many of them in the process of obtaining his degree in that regard.

These doers of the apocrifogénesis not hesitate to turn any hall into a rumor of revealed truth to any limitations on its excesses, in an attack on freedom of expression to any mail in a note to publish, in any event with phrases such casual almost compromise, or to break the silence, in an interview. This includes, of course, that they write. Not respected, at least its essence of words for which they are born with the wind, but, quite the opposite: try to capture in graphs with a safe search for eternity transcendental or a superb claim of exclusivity, which is achieved precisely because lies can make up to total oneness. In these monologues, disguising dangerously polyphony, we often fall as victims some naive, believing that the private worldview as opposed to the public is equally clear to everyone. We regret to see that it is for one but not for them.

Towards these invasions of privacy we show for the simple fact of having to fill two columns because they dropped a poster, or because the political promise of collecting had stayed on the road, and therefore, his request is no longer justified. So, friends like these usurpers of informalities we printed and sealed up for us what is uncertain, and which we never asked if we wanted certainty. It is well, friends who type in their assumptions and to adjudicárnoslas encomillan. Thus, friends, engulf even the "Bonsdias" to feel, for a while, the fourth estate. Thus, peers, I derive that they are one thing, and I am different: I'm still a human being.

why I said at the outset that the group of the "bloggers miscellaneous exclude myself. I stand among bloggers with soul, which makes this cyberspace a place where just putting your own words or those who have cherished desire cumpas publish gross.

Prof. Graciela M. Gutiérrez