Look, I’ve been talking to one and the other for days… ever since my boss Salva Enguix told me on car day that I’m going to print. Little has been pointed out the lung that La Vanguardia Comuntat Valenciana demonstrates by launching itself in the middle of the week to conquer Valencian men and women in each kiosk. Long live and may we always row in favor!
Well that. I coincided with the bosses in the divine act of commemoration of the fortieth anniversary of our trite Estatut d’Autonomia. Four decades later it seems that we are still the same… I want to think not, please. But everyone tells me otherwise…
The best of the event, the meeting with the pallet vendor Vicent Soler, and even more so when it coincided with my birthday. The worst, not being able to greet my friend Carlos Mazón. Look, I try and I commend myself… but when the PPCV wants to differentiate itself from the evil Vox, it will be better for all of us… Carlos and Catalá. They are a clumsy and undesirable crutch.
The great event… My colleague Toni Ramos, alma mater of La Razón CV who has been one of the few who has congratulated the landing of LV in our Valencian land, told me on the spot that he had been too partisan. I didn’t understand it at the time, direct stuff. In addition to the satisfaction of humming Tío Canya of the mythical Al Tall live.
But as always, my people are right. I, conservative, blavero and believer plorant in the anniversary of the Valencian self-government. Why do we believe it, why do we suffer from it day after day. And attending a coven set up by a communist minister who doesn’t understand what the resident Puig is raving about… sewing and knitting.
The clumsy slogan when you don’t generate consensus. But the frightened pepera is totally myopic. And even more so when nobody talks about the PPCC… only the popular ones. We were in the self-government, we were in the commemoration of the Statute, we were in defense of the Autonomous State as the PPCV should exercise very much and without stopping! What else eats us Compromís in this to defend the nostra terra… And thus the elections are lost.
That one is due to the position he has held, not to the creaking party discipline. That you have been president of all Valencians… Zaplana, Camps or Fabra. Your absence is our indignation. The fortieth birthday of our self-government was worth a mass, even if it was black and was celebrated in the renovated Palau de les Comunicacions del cap i casal.
Boy, in favor of work always! Against Vox and against the posture that floods us. The Valencian right we have to be in something else, if it exists. If we exist, of course. That daydream of a regional right that acts as a Valencian, enlightened and attached to our land and its people. We must still risk it with Mazón, those of us who claim to be Valencianists… all too convinced and frustrated. For the people and Valencianity. Amen!
