Don't Cry for me Warburg Pincus







Don't cry for me Warburg Pincus
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Now keep your distance

And as for fortune, and as for fame
Oh, Warburg Pincus
You really stinkus

You said you loved me. Now you dumped me
Oh, Warburg Pincus
how you betrayed us

Don't cry for me Warburg Pincus
 












Peron started out as the savior of the working class, much to the chagrin of aristocrats and privileged intellectuals, but then fell in with the wrong crowd and ended up becoming just another South American thug. Peronism, which continues to exist today, even despite Evita, is a rabble-rousing cult whose ideology is difficult to pin down, because it is neither left nor right, neither fish nor fowl, but an eclectic mix of the worst elements of both. Eva, with her own solid working-class credentials, had little trouble winning the hearts of the hoi polloi, but could never quite seduce the upper classes, who found her pushy, Machiavellian, absurdly coiffed and just a smidgen trashy.

Ring any bells?