Like almost every day, in all the gatherings, in all the bars, on all the corners, The new infused science, ‘todology’, will be very present in the celebrations of these holidays. Cousin Aurelio knows more than anyone about the Middle East: he has a very clear position on what the Russians should do with their bases and the Israelis with their thunderous presence. The son-in-law par excellence, Eufrasio, continues with his flat-earther stubbornness: he has formed a platform against Galileo, Copernicus and Giordano Bruno, accusing them of collecting bills in garbage bags from a disgraceful office on Ferraz Street. Disgusting.
Aunt Marta almost always bluffs, but she warns a flu epidemic for this winter and calls for not getting vaccinated for anything. His son, a ‘doctor’ by birth, goes further and demands the deinoculation of all the vaccines that have been administered to him in his life (someone tells him that, to avoid public health expenses, he should jump out of the window). A distant relative, Restituto Arévalo, a retired volcanologist, affirms that all the recent natural disasters have been caused by having raised a large slab in the basilica of Cuelgamuros (before the fallen, poor things).
The tortuous relationship of people who are experts in everything, ‘everything’, who are going to sit at the Christmas tables these days is overwhelming. It seems that the brother-in-law par excellence will be absent due to overwork. The rest of humanity, myself, wait undaunted thatThe prediction of the mother-in-law of mothers-in-law, María Luisa, about the imminent imprisonment of politicians leftists in this country, en masse, and the people who follow them, occurs before the end of the year.
It may be preferable to take the grapes in prison than at the pylorus of this pandemonium. Happy 2025.