In Mexico, politics is so generous that it feeds both former presidents who market themselves as international gurus and union leaders mummified in power… and that picturesque specimen: the thug with an official credential. This is not about a natural leader or a frustrated statesman, but rather a clinical profile that, under the lens of psychology, embodies resentment turned into ideology.
His debut in public life is almost a diagnosis in itself: urinating in a drain because he did not want to pay seven pesos (15.4 cents) in a public restroom. There, with his pants down, his "political career" was born. A small but symbolic act: inability to take on the most basic responsibility, resistance to the minimum standards of coexistence, and an impulse for empty rebellion that later became his banner.
Psychological profile: manual of a parasite with revolutionary delusions
Today, that same character earns more than 100,000 pesos (5,462 dollars) per month at CFE, a total of 1,290,000 pesos (70,006 dollars) per year. An international executive's salary for someone who has never had to prove his efficiency outside the state apparatus. In clinical terms, this would be a subject with chronic cognitive dissonance: he thinks one thing, says another, and does exactly the opposite.
Let's look at the symptoms:
- Aggressive projection: he accuses businesspeople and "the rich" (who do create jobs) of luxury and excess… while he travels, dines, and lives the high life like the magnates he criticizes.
- Paranoid discourse: he calls figures like Maduro "democratic dictators," justifying the unjustifiable, while he perceives imaginary enemies in anyone who doesn't applaud his ideological circus.
- Histrionic theatricality: he throws himself to the ground when it suits him, dramatizes the role of victim, embodying a political histrionism disorder that borders on involuntary comedy.
- Behavioral contradiction: he demands austerity from the people, but in his personal life displays exactly the opposite: privileges, luxuries, and consumption that his voters will never be able to attain.
As if all the above were not enough, the recent episode with Alito Moreno completed the clinical picture: two political caricatures about to come to blows like drunkards in a bar. The scene is revealing: when there are no arguments, it is replaced with physical aggression; when there is no coherence, violence appears. If one represents the stalest of old politics, the other is the living image of new mediocrity disguised as Marxist radicalism.
