Between November 2014 and June 2016, while the police sent Jorge Fernández Díaz 34 reports full of falsehoods about Catalan politicians, The Economist placed Spain under the heading of “full democracy” (it has done so fourteen of the fifteen times it has published the list). “The word democracy, when you add something behind it, is like whiskey when you add Spanish.” This from Perich in Autopista, from 1970, branded again.
The new documentation that La Vanguardia and ElDiario.es have provided these days about the dirty war in the State sewers has shaken the networks. “What do we do with the PP?” asks @jmtraductor1 in response to the revelations.
But the question right now is not what can be done with the PP, but what the popular ones do. The answer comes in the form of silence from Feijóo. Or of the obvious ones, like Ayuso’s: “I’m sorry because it’s… not far away, because I talk about Catalonia every time I can, but not on this occasion…”. The word Catalunya, when you add an operation in front of it, is like fruit when you add candied fruit: a segment to avoid.
And on platform X? The PP is distracting. He maintains a crusade against a Sumar deputy who echoed a tweet in which Feijóo is described as “unnormal.” “We demand the resignation of Engracia Rivera for supporting the use of a discriminatory and offensive term. It also demonstrates a total lack of respect, something that does not surprise us in this deputy,” says the official PP account.
The replica? Abundant and from the users of Cover up a little”, by @AlanBarrosoA; “Don’t you like fruit anymore?” also says @SiberetSiberet. Not if it’s candied.
Freedom of expression comes first. “Thanks to freedom of expression, today it is now possible to say that a ruler is useless without anything happening to us. Neither does the ruler.” This other aphorism from Perich in World, Demon and Flesh, in his time, in 1979, coming out of the dictatorship, could cause more than just air to escape through our nostrils in the effort to contain laughter and surprise.
Currently it is peccata minuta. Today you can raise your tone and say while handing out fruit that the president of the central government is his mother’s son, or that Feijóo is a “sunnormal”, and nothing happens to you. Neither does the ruler or the political leader. For absurdities. The insults.
