Tradition, understood in the sense of custom that prevails from generation to generation, is easy or difficult to maintain depending on the will of the generation. There are traditions—much of the craft, for example—that unfortunately are being lost despite individual efforts of resistance and the little value placed on them. On the other hand, more festive and popular traditions are maintained strongly thanks to broad collective support. The case of the public's refusal to lose My grandfather The repertoire of habanera singing demonstrated how difficult it is to change what is already considered the natural order of things, rather than a tradition. This, and the fact that it's summer, a traditional time of year when there are no topics to debate, and, just between you and me, how lazy to have to talk about prostitution and colonialism now. Let the rum burn, then.
Continuing with the summery and fiery traditions, it becomes very unbearable to feel how we are reminded, with each fire, that the flames are avoided in winter, only to see, in winter, how the countryside is mistreated and the peasantry suffocate. And the forgetting of our southern land. We see it flood or burn, as if it had no voice of its own outside of misfortunes. It is unbearable to attend the institutional parades with the faces of pertinent circumstances and then see how the people who are dedicated to the grass They are seen as eccentrics and not as those who care for our environment and for a nature that has become a weekend landscape. propose gentlemen (and yes, some ladies) of war for the Nobel Peace Prize. A classic. Tradition is maintained and the delirious stakes are doubled in a dystopian scene in which a genocidaire proposes a tyrant as the ideal candidate, while the candidate, who doesn't blush because he's orange, thinks that, indeed, he is the right person, without turning a hair out of place because his hair is already messed up from home. After defending peace, the candidate demonstrates his presidential skills by congratulating his Liberian counterpart on his perfect English and asking him directly where he learned to speak it so well. The president of the African country replies at home, because the Nobel Peace Prize candidate doesn't know that English is Liberia's official language. But let's not talk about colonialism. That only burns the rum.
Those who also master languages and defend despicable traditions are the ones who decide that The mass expulsion of migrants is a good idea Because those from there have "the right to survive as a people." The tradition of surviving as a people by subjugating other peoples is a fine one. It's a shame it's copied. And it's a shame that the tradition of correcting and sharpening one's aim also immediately appears, saying they only want to expel those who come to commit crimes, which I understand to be those who don't let them "survive as a people," even though those from the town themselves are also criminals, some more confessed than others. Because those from here commit crimes traditionally, while those from there impose a form of crime with their customs, without integrating. And I've already told you we won't talk about colonialism because only rum burns. And the country a little too. But everything happens better when singing. And my grandfather only went to war. The one here.
