The problem with all of this Right to Housing crap is that people like matias and these squatter's and their advocates interpret it completely differently than the way most sane people do. Which is that people have the right to earn a wage which allows them to have
"a standard of living adequate for the health and well-being of himself and of his family, including food, clothing, housing and medical care and necessary social services" and if they cannot, due to injury, illness or disability that the state will provide the aforementioned benefits. The obligation of the state is to set a minimum wage that allows people to obtain such standard of living.
Sane people realize that it does not mean that everyone has the same access to food, housing and medical care. Free breast enlargement surgery is not a human right (sorry ceviche), nor are fresh truffles to garnish your foie gras, nor having a mansion overlooking the riviera.
Yet for some reason people like Matias seem to believe basic human rights means the right to eat premium food (carne para todos), watch satellite tv(http://goo.gl/BRw8an) with free sports programing (futbol para todos) in your over air-conditioned home (
http://goo.gl/os6VLX), and
live in the most expensive city in the country.
Remember many if not most of these people who are out there clamoring for free houses were not previously sleeping on the sidewalk; they had homes or living options in Boliva, Paraguay, Peru, etc. They came here voluntarily, and why not? Higher wages plus free houses? Doesn't sound like too bad of an offer.
This 'give them everything and expect nothing' attitude from the left really irritates my sense of right and wrong, especially when I think of my girlfriend. My girlfriend is one of the most admirable people I know. She was born in a one of these neighboring countries and as a toddler was brought to Buenos Aires by her parents, she grew up in a building which was 'tomado' and run by small time gangsters. A single teen mom before finishing high school, it would have been so much easier for her to move in to the villa, get on a 'plan social' and wait for a free house. She was certainly surrounded by people who did so. Instead she finished school and worked her way through a public university program, she went in to what by all rights should have been the best career pathway into the middle class. It worked too, for a while. Unfortunately due to macroeconomic policy decisions light years beyond her control, the promising industry she went into was neatly pushed out of the country and 10% indec based inflation adjustments just barely slowed the decrease in her purchasing power. She often works incredibly long hours and is constantly striving for excellence in her work for which she garners lots of recognition but little renumeration - billions of dollars of forex intervention has made sure there's no extra money to give. She constantly worries about paying the rent on her tiny and tired apartment, and has many times gone hungry to do so. Real hunger, $6 pesos a day hunger. She's compared it to being on a treadmill, running as fast as you can against 30% and increasing inflation, as fast as you run and as hard as you work moving forward is neigh impossible and as tired as you get, sprinting to keep up with prices, you can never relax, you can never even maintain the same quick pace, because if you do, you're sliding right back into poverty. For the icing on the cake, when she finally arrive home and goes to check the news online (no tv), she gets to see masses of people who don't work, who aren't out there sweating blood every day just to put food on the table, many of whom don't look like they've ever missed a meal, protesting the fact that they don't get to live in one of the costliest cities in South America for free.
Decada Ganada indeed.