Every four years or less, like now, this country elects a messiah. Middle young or middle old; moderately charismatic or egomaniacal; highly accentuated lips with the risk of becoming an even bigger liar or reflexive, though not very sympathetic. Little or no qualification for the position, outside of his acting skills, but sometimes well accompanied by those who show him the way.

We had them with real pretensions that they came down from the heavens, with protectorates, Preachers, harmoniums, school backpacks or megarefineries under their arms, but they descended without hesitation into purgatory, and some without measure into the hells of corruption.

All this motley panorama took place in less than 200 years (193 to be exact), since this agricultural and mining region, far from where the Colony’s political decisions were made, became a Republic. The time when the word crisis was repeated the most in the government.

For many today we have a new messiah. Young people, more than anyone so far; ready not to suspect it, who arrives at the top of power pushed by the waves caused in five campaigns in the turbulent sea of ​​Ecuadorian politics by another quasi-destined, his father Álvaro.

And those who consider him a new descendent from the heavens, desperate because of the crisis that has not been resolved even by Montecristi’s promises that the earth has changed forever, are waiting for him to enter the sacrilegious temples of the sapada with a whip. .. and remove all those who plunged us into armed chaos, not because we are in a declared war, but because of the terror spread by criminal groups throughout the territory.

And as soon as he took the oath, even before they put a belt and a big necklace on him (I assume this decoration was for winning the elections, because he hadn’t signed anything until then), the requests for miracles began. From the same speech of less than 8 minutes that was owed to all of us (should have connected the rest), but above all to those who are used to messiahs with ribbons embroidered by nuns, sweetening their ears and promising things they know They won’t keep, but by the way will look for ways to justify themselves.

Who doesn’t talk much; who has a nervous smile; that he failed to assemble his team; that his statements abroad caused the risk of the country, and extended, etc., I have heard from him by people near and far. That he made a pact with “enemies”, even if he justified it by trying to rule. Will you be taxing your family? Will he rule for the poor or the rich, like him? They sound like the expected demands for accountability.

Fortunately, little Alvarito Jr. he was very empathetic in his acts of possession and it sweetened the tense moment for someone who decided to take over the reins of this broken, ruined country, with the Magna Carta granted in 2008 “for 100 years” and that She hadn’t even successfully worn a pink quinceanera shoes.

“Work!” was Daniel Noboa’s last message at the end of his quick speech. According to. Let’s let him work! (OR)