In a television studio, a famous chef arrives to delight us with her magnificent recipes. So, in the most extravagant way possible (as it could only be to win the hearts of the masses), we are taught how to cook a very fashionable dish: a modern dictatorship. We admire the metaphoricalization of the basic ingredients and the proper methods for carrying out such a popular recipe.
In an exercise in maximum exposition, our interpreter offers us a simple and raw vision of the political reality of our times where the discussion is not about left and right, but about who manipulates best, who convinces the nuts to voluntarily come out of their shells to be cooked without being noticed.
The naked villainy, knife and bowl, squirming and hysterical, is too obvious. It draws lines too heavily in the sand: on this side the oppressor, on that side the oppressed. No. It's been decades since we buried the sprawling and savage absolutism of a short mustache, a small stripe on the side, a hand in the air, and the hallucinating eyes of someone who shouts at the top of his lungs "I'll invade Poland and then we'll see..."
This is a water that bubbles and boils and burns, but which incites rebellion on the part of those targeted. It is violent water, yes, barbaric, no doubt, backward, xenophobic, imperialist, fascist, that lays millions of souls in their graves and plunges the world into the darkness of the apocalypse, but at least it is honest. It is a clear and transparent water, an effervescent lake of declared and cataloged evil. The tepid water of ignorance that we enter in peace by our own foot, whose temperature rises without us realizing it, and when it boils it is already too late, that is the water where frogs are boiled. Who are exactly like us.