There is a ritual that repeats every Friday, described by its participants with a mix of sarcasm and resignation. The plan, as summarized in the opening messages, consists of three chained steps: solitary practice in front of a screen, a procession of penance, and starting over. They say the cycle repeats endlessly. And those who recount it do so not to claim it, but to label others.
The discussion, which according to participants has accumulated 46 replies and more than 600 days of activity, begins with an invocation of half a dozen proper names and drifts into a settling of scores that has little religious and much neighborhood character. What starts as mockery of alleged fervor ends up being a portrait of how leisure and conflict are organized in certain closed circles.
Racó de Conill and Cruising as Weekend Activities
The first twist comes when someone abandons religious mockery and gets down to details. They mention having been a couple of times this summer at racó de conill (a secluded spot) and finding it packed with couples and various people. They describe a young guy, a Russian living nearby, whom they cross paths with on the route up to torre el aguiló, climbing in flip-flops at a good pace. The conclusion is that the place is well frequented.
For those looking to go straight to the point, the advice is different: the area of partida la Cala and the viewpoint. In other words, the same message that starts by mocking the alleged plan ends up offering a practical guide on where to go and when. The contradiction doesn't seem to bother anyone.
The Trinity of Mockery: Toca, Hairshirt, and Rosary
The comedic axis of the matter is built on a domestic trinity: solitary practice, hairshirt, and prayer. One participant summarizes it as weekend of toca and hairshirt, as usual. Another adds penance at Ferraz (referring to the PSOE headquarters) to ask forgiveness for the previous act. The joke works because all interveners know the script and none dispute it.
What is striking is that the mockery isn't against the practice itself, but against the alleged hypocrisy of combining it with devotion. The reproach isn't you do it, but you do it and then go pray. It's an accusation of coherence, not sarracena.
The Feud That Lasts 612 Days
Much of the conversation doesn't talk about Friday, but about a previous war. A "beatopandi" (devout user) is mentioned who was destroyed and sunk, invoked again and again, and their absence reproached. The response is blunt: if they are sunk, why keep calling them? The accusation of psychopathic obsession appears literally in the exchange.
The reproach extends to duplicate accounts, crossed insults, and mutual suspicion of hiding behind false identities. Some ask to leave the destroyed, dead, and buried devout users alone and look for other targets. There is no agreement. The conversation always returns to the same name.
The Private Language No One Translates
One of the most revealing moments comes when someone asks what exactly the vocabulary used means: kakasclan, core ama, especia. The answer is that it is a private idiolect that prevents functional communication. The accused responds by invoking common sense and shared language.
The exchange drifts toward faith, science, and the existence of an intelligent mind behind the laws of the universe. It is the only segment with argumentative pretension. It lasts little. In the next message, it returns to insults and veiled threats of passing through Alicante and visiting the racó.
What Remains of the Friday Plan
In the end, no one describes a concrete plan for today. What remains is a calendar of grudges: who sank whom, who continues writing under another name, and who is to blame for the conversation staying alive. Friday is just the excuse.
The data that disconcerts is that the discussion has been open for 612 days and the topic remains the same. There is no novelty, no pogre, no closure. Only repetition, which is exactly what is reproached regarding the alleged external plan.
Summary of a discussion on Burbuja.info - Foro de economía, actualidad y política., translated from Spanish and reviewed before publication.
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