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Democracy?

few days ago, an older person myself, who was in Chile during the military coup, I said it was "thanks to him that had the freedoms we now enjoy." This is partly true, because it was thanks to people like this guy, who voted not to follow the military government, which are now in a society where there is no absolute censorship of opinion, that young people have the possibility have a voice and that Chile is a democracy.

Democracy? Are we really a democracy? Of course, we are voting participation, we are able to choose those who govern us and participate in our civil society. Sure we are a democracy! Or not?

thing for me is not so clear. The word "democracy" no longer means only "the opposite of dictatorship." For many Chileans, I know, still is. So it is a well kept and worshiped as a sacred, anything is better than a military dictatorship.

But is it really so "sacred" democracy? Is it something untouchable, incriticable? I would think not. In fact, I'd like to think nothing is untouchable, that nothing is certain. But talking specifically about democracy, I think it is anything but something that can not speak, criticize, comment or find faulty.

Why I say that democracy is a "flawed"? Mainly because my college concept of democracy, as I said, has changed significantly. I think the simple fact of having an option to vote and not have a dictator at the head of government is not enough to say we live in a "real" democracy.

first define who is "real democracy" then. The basic idea is a participatory government, right? But who is involved? Until this question Aristotle in "Politics" "Involved the masses? Do the rich? Do more merit? The answer seems clear. In fact, it seems that the issue is not so black / white as it might seem. Thus, we can see that democracy is not uniform, unchanging or constant for all states.

In the case of Chile, democracy should mean more than the ability to vote. We need to say that we live in a democracy as such. It is true that we recover the possibility to be back in democracy, with the plebiscite of '89, but is not sure we have a good democracy.

So what we need? I think the answer is on participation more informed citizen more aware and greater participation responsible for deciding. In addition, we must change the way we do politics in our country. If there is 1 / 3 of the country is not voting, it is about something. People do not identify with the systems and institutions that are considered in the Chilean political world. You need to renew the way of doing politics, political parties, the politicians themselves. It is difficult, almost impossible to tell, because when someone has the power of the status quo, and does not want engolocina drop. But at least that try ...

Finally, I think it is the responsibility of everyone, even those who are not registered, be informed of what's happening in the politics of our country. Saying "I do not care" only reflects that there is an awareness of what politics in our lives. If "not interested" to have someone in power that might pose or make decisions for you without consulting you, then I think you must be a person too submissive. Of course, I think the answer is not necessarily vote, because as I said the participation in democracy not only demonstrated by the vote. But it is valid to know who is in power, know what decisions they take, how affect our lives and our communities, how can you criticize or contact these authorities, how they can push, how they can break up if necessary. That is something that should be emphasized to the people since they have more awareness of the society in which they live, the responsibility and power that have in democracy. This is an educational topic and a topic for another discussion ... But for now, we agreed that there is much work as a country and a lot of work as citizens. Hands!

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The beginning ...

Hi everyone! I welcome you to my new blog, which was primarily devoted to the dissemination of my thoughts and opinions on various topics of relevance. However, my intention is also to give space for discussion, debate and development of original ideas on any subject, so please do not fall into the illusion that this is just a place for venting or egocentric intellectual arrogance.

I tell a little about me ... I'm Juan Pablo Fassnidge, a college student 20 years, born in England and raised in Chile. I am currently completing a Bachelor of Music and Sound and I have the intention to study law from next year. Since I had very little curiosity for knowledge and learning and I tried to learn and know as much as I could. Early on I noticed my love for the humanities and arts and spent much of my adolescence reading about philosophy, history, politics, literature and the arts. I had great teachers in my school (The Grange School), which opened my mind and the world and, more importantly, taught me to question things and to be a critical thinker. Now, on the verge of a new beginning, I prepare to start again to create ideas and concepts (things I could not perform effectively in my previous career) and one preparation is this Blog. Seeking to have a platform here start to develop new ideas and principles, perhaps leading to the creation of a new philosophy or paradigm, who knows. Les

I invite you to participate and comment from proposing topics for discussion or to start creating and thinking. Thanks in advance to all who pass by here and share your time with me. Now, let's ...

Telling My Parents About Gynecomastia

Phenomenology Pluriuniversal Amorphous (Grandparents Dead)

Seven years I lost my grandparents. I loved her. And long before, like any other child, I felt a fierce panic, hysterical death. Of my grandparents took me to a point beyond. How would you define that point now? I would say it was a kind of antiorgasmo dry hole, before sleeping, I cramped temples. It was something I did that, look at my hands for some time, they would become rosy brochette skewers of meat on a skewer in ivory. It was a stifling vertigo, an unfathomable unborn waiting for me so fatal. At that time I remember that I always slept with two overlapping images: one was the image of myself, old man, in my death bed, trying not to look one last time. The other was that I stepped on a wasp for months, rolling on the floor, with the sting shaken by spasms, pointing upwards. My dreams were no better.

Mine was like other children, yes, but taken further. Far from the host. And we all know children, even those who did not come from religious families, especially, were very clear that their dead grandparents were in heaven. I worked so splendidly that excuse pilgrimage which served also to console themselves for their siblings decapitated in a traffic accident Brunete outside, their mothers died of breast cancer, for all those parents who fell from scaffolding. All were in heaven, then close together, with the same goofy faces with which they posed at the time for the flu pictures that adorned his bedroom.

I did not have those tools, I grew up in a family fiercely materialistic not hesitate to treat me like a genius. An enormous able to fit it like an adult. And he did, if he did go! Fit all far better than many adults but, inevitably, was in a anomalous.

In a surfeit of existential angst naive, popular science magazines misunderstood , movies and comics chungas Don Mickey conceived a strange subterfuge to support the idea of \u200b\u200bdisappearing forever. It was the existence of infinite universes . The trap of immortality would die if I touched one of them for any reason there would always be another universe in which that circumstance and would not be alive. I mean, something like that if a particular universe died hit by a car, another universe would slow the car in time and instead of dying crushed under the wheel of a SEAT 127, I win smacks of a startled driver.

The months following the death of my grandparents did not stop mulling over this foolishness. I got to weigh the possibility that there were worlds like saviors, there were also others in which the most casual incident became deadly disasters. Every moment of my life was to turn the last moment in a remote universe. And here comes a problem: if he was alive because there was always a universe in which, in fact, it was, why could not the other way around?, Why was not permanently die? Something was missing. There was something monstrous in all this, a permanent suspicion: a kind of "original universe " we were dead at birth . What being alive was limited to a jump from one universe to another in which others were dying but it does us. Self would never die, we would be immortal. But how this leap occurred? I mean, if one has a twin brother who survives him, one is dead. Why produce this sense of sameness from one universe to another? Ah, here entered fully the real problem of consciousness. The only answer I could think of was a kind of metempsychosis between universes. But then, I was a materialist. A materialist seven years, but did not believe in souls. Again, the come-come, ants devouring beetle kicking my last breath moaning at a hospital, the pieces of meat in the market offal, dead grandparents.

I decided that perhaps I was not ready at my age to materialism. That if all children asshole nursery were religions, I would my own. That way I clung to that amorphous pluriuniversal phenomenology, with fervor and fanaticism, beyond my most basic beliefs. Me and a newly calved marsupial makes the nipples of her mother as the noose. But it was completely useless. Very soon I realized that if it was possible that other universes exist, it was necessary that they be infinite. Even more, even with an infinite number of universes, this does not imply infinite possibilities . Damn it, surely this was the only universe in which beings exist able to call "universe" the universe. Maybe my world outside the universe. He was only sentenced.

remember that time almost better than the time of the death of my grandparents. It was something like a cold sweat, stomach cramps followed to finally reach a profound relief: perhaps dying was not so if compared it to having to live with such mental zorza .