The genitalia of Icardi and the fiscal gallbladder of Batistuta and Tevez

In the universal history of infamy all the sacred powers have always made human advances have a furtive character. In the 16th century, the Flemish anatomist Vesalius risked his life stealing corpses from the Padua cemetery. He opened the bodies of recently executed assassins to delve into the mysteries of life. Thus humanity learned where the liver, bladder, gallbladder and heart were. Those nocturnal raids gave him access to the Parnassus of modernity. We do not always understand how much strength it takes to live in fragility. Those were dark times, of “easy trigger” bonfires, of quiet ego. Much of his life was dedicated to the study of the genitalia. A little inhabited place.

Soccer was always about putting the genitals on the table. This year Icardi’s penis went on a flamenco tour and the country was paralyzed. Waited with bated breath. Argenzuela was a without living. The risk premium was delisted, and Kristalina Georgieva was quick to offer a debt relief if she was given an adequate version of what happened. It is that the mysteries accumulate. Yes, no, no. They say that in the famous Parisian room the striker was left alone before the goalkeeper and threw it out. It cannot be, with the inflation that we have. From the environment of the player it was dropped that 100 percent of what could be done was done. A well-known television dog delved deeper into the analysis. He hinted that the viscous sainete was Venezuela’s thing. It was a without living. So many people concerned about their body and so few about their mind. Dumas said that marriage was too heavy a suitcase, that it took two people to carry it, and sometimes even three. Will that. Desired paradises are always lost paradises.

This outsourcing of privacy is made profitable by the network of economic power of the care market. We live in a world where popularity is everything. We have reached the point of identity tragedy: we wake up every morning looking at the networks, checking if we still exist. You have to “be” to “be seen”, and “be seen” to continue to be. And all this accompanied by the testorescent empowerment of lynching. Lincho / lynch me: therefore I exist. You make your way skinning wills. In this perverse standardization of “happiness” is the core of modernity.

In the other reality, the more liquid one, that of public money, Tevez and Batistuta’s guts turn. Their vesicles are inflamed from so much confiscatory “persecution”. They should know that times have changed for the better for great fortunes. The economic power, in complicity with politics, progressively accelerated the jibarization of taxes on the wealthiest. Forty years of Laffer curve. Always Laffer. Taxes on the wealthiest of 90% in Roosevelt, or 83% in Britain before Thatcher’s arrival, are a thing of the past. This is how Anthony B. Atkinson remembers it, in his study “Inequality: what can be done?” (Harvard, 2015). From 1987 to 2007 the income of the OECD states grew from 36.3% to 38% of GDP. An increase of just over a tax pressure point in 20 years. The other source of income, debt, in the same period 1987-2007, went from representing 55% of GDP to 100% and more in the OECD. In other words, the constant issuance of debt has been the sport most demanded by certain governments, cornering taxes on the corners. However, popular support for measures to increase tax-financed spending has skyrocketed. Data from the IMF certify this trend.

These days, the Federal Administrative Court 5 rejected Carlos Tevez’s request to be exempted from paying the solidarity contribution to large fortunes. Your gallbladder will spend the holidays inflamed. It doesn’t have to. With the spare wheel of the Rolls Royce so much fiscal arrogance is settled. Argenzuela will appreciate it.