If you haven’t made an idea in your mind about how exactly this country works yet, I’ll do so in a way I just came up with: there’s a guy in my workplace who in my perception not only encompasses what the dominant section of our society but is also, and ironically so, a total douchebag. I’ve been working in this porn central for almost a year and a half now and I never really got around to knowing him for a variety of reasons, the most prevailing one being that of him being a jackass. As you can tell from this, jackasses and I don’t mix. But alas, since Destiny is punch drunk most of the time one given day I was tricked into having lunch with the guy while Yamile paid for her cell phone bill. My lunch time is only one hour but it didn’t take him 20 minutes for him to spearhead himself straight down to the slumps of my filthy, rat-ridden shit list. Hell, if I could find a picture of this idiot I’d post it here so that the entire world avoids this trash. Anyway, I’ll go ahead and describe him and by consequence, the whole lot of the elitist sector: Pasty white male with a pinch of either American or European descent that he squeezes to give himself credibility and a false sense of social status. In a position of quasi-power given to him by use of his “play-smart” (a.k.a “juega vivo”) tactics and his uncanny ability to stick his head up his boss’ ass so far up he can see tonsils. Of course, it helps when he knows a guy or two higher up on the food chain than he’ll ever be and it’s a “I scratch your back if you scratch mine” truce that allows him to enjoy such cozy position, but it’s not enough for him to know he got it because of everything BUT actual skill in the field he’s “working” in; he has to boss around and threaten and abuse. He’s the type that overstays his welcome by using a condescending tone to brag about everything in his life, yet comes off as such a pompous ass that the first thing you think about within the first 5 minutes of listening to him is where would be better to land the punch: the nose would create a nose bleed but wouldn’t knock him out and that means that not only will you have to listen to the garbage coming out of his mouth in a greater tone, but now he’s bleeding and fucking up the scenery so you’ll have to punch him again for him to shut up (shoot to kill, this time). A knee to the crotch is always a fan-favorite, but can’t be executed with proper accuracy if you’re sitting down; it seems that the best course of action would be to smash his face with any given object, and since you’ll most likely be sitting down when he rants off because for some inexplicable reason they tend to do so only when they’re sitting (I guess the blood flow to the brain is steadier than when walking) I suggest letting his face have a forced entry to the wall or table. Of course, you’ll find that you too will be thinking of ways to neuter his mouth just as involuntarily as I did a moment ago because that’s the mood he secretes: that of ill-deserved arrogance and pomposity. His self-confidence is high enough that no matter how many hours of training with “Duck Hunt” you have under your belt, you won’t be able to shoot this one down. He likes to be complemented and revered when he shows off his shit to anyone with an ear to lend him, and automatically doesn’t like people who are indifferent to his “accomplishments” just as much as people who see through his bullshit don’t like him (i.e yours truly).

His kind usually goes with the flow of whatever vapid trend is established just because he wants to be with the “in” crowd, most of them more of his ilk. This is why he’ll talk about cars and women because that’s what “real men” are supposed to talk about even though that when he does talk about it it comes off so false that you’re tempted to tell him to cut the crap and shut up because it’s not doing him any good. But of course, since his sky-high ego is made of glass, a sledgehammer blow such as that one who make him retard his way back to a psychological fetal position, rendering him helpless and at the mercy of everyone. This is when he does in fact shut up and return to his click, mostly people he’s done his social Jedi Mind Trick to in order to feel better about himself and, once he’s back up on his feet, retaliate to those who made him out for who he really is (a.k.a the enemy, namely me) the only way they know how: by gossip, rumors and badmouthing. That’s the gentleman fighting of the 21st century, boys and girls: word of mouth. And believe me, these people might look like they wouldn’t hurt a fly… but what they don’t have in strength, they have in lip.

I don’t know why I have such an animosity against superficial people. I believe it’s because I love people with substance and a personality they can call their own. If they like something, they sure as hell better know why or even sound like their answers come from the heart. This guy doesn’t sound like it at all… and to me it’s like nails on a chalkboard. Sadly, Panama is littered with them; one of the reasons why the Reyca TV project came to be was because Key-K and I agreed in the very simple notion that Panamanians love to see themselves on pictures and TV for the country (and the world) to see. Of course, that’s more of a universal thing yet for some reason we as a country have made the concept entirely our own… I can’t put my finger on it as to what distinguishes the rest of the world with us in that regard (it’ll be on a latter edition of this program, I suppose) but with so many party pages and the like, you’d think that there isn’t enough people or clubs to take pictures of and cover. But of course, that click is just like every other click in Panama: they feed themselves with their very own bullshit and that’s how they survive. The worse thing of this is that most of them don’t even know what they are and what they represent, yet to some degree we all belong to a click of some sort. Hell, I belong to a click just by ranting off about other clicks. It’s inescapable, but that’s society for you… you can’t beat that particular system no matter how hard you try.

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