The noise comes from the screen. Between wicked and dull: noise of a president singing intoned phrases, with plausibility plaited by an expert in advertising slogans. The same at each appearance. Rotten from repeating them so much. I can not hear you. More than distant bursts. His rhetoric offends those who soberly face the slap of pain. Between that fatuous noise and myself, I put a parapet: Marco Aurelio. And his moral monument of free intelligence: Meditations. Who, almost two thousand years ago, portrayed our present: «Whenever you stumble upon someone’s shamelessness, ask yourself: can he really stop having shameless people in the world? It’s not possible. Do not ask, therefore, impossible. But I don’t have the emperor’s soul … See More.