What electoral debates we attended were so recommendable and educational… of course all those from the suburbs, all those that happened in the Galician, Basque and now Catalan elections. I don’t want to think that it is because it exists and exists in those territories with a strong and consolidated identity, that lives with pride and tranquility its differential fact and that proclaims its national specificity. As in these Valencian latitudes, wow…
That the M-30 swallows and muddies everything is taken for granted and confirmed. Scientific method it is said. That factory of mud or hoaxes that the town and court has become, which not even in the time of the ill-fated Philip II, who already wanted to escape from that mud and settle peacefully in the divine Lisbon… He already understood it as a powerful monarch, to hundreds of kilometers from the plateau navel everything flows and is understood in another way. As happens in Bilbao or Barcelona, ??and in Palma I won’t even tell you, after the mega concentration last weekend with fifty thousand aborigines demanding and defending their lives in vernacular against the attacks of the island’s PPVox.
Since Pedro Sánchez’s scheduled and deferred vacation, we have not stopped collecting ink about the high praise for freedom of expression versus freedom of defamation, or the more elaborate democratic regeneration or degeneration. The yin and yang of Paseo de la Castellana at the blow of chotis. Of course, all together like Fuenteovejuna, left and right. What if Ayuso insults, what if Puente insults, what if Mrs. Sánchez, what if Mrs. Feijóo… high Madrid politics, yes sir. From here to heaven.
I want to think in my very self that the voxeros have arrived for the better, like kind extraterrestrials who do not long for our submission. Or if. That their boutades and alleged revisionist and JONS cultural battles will at least force the peperos to relocate and insist on differentiating themselves. That’s what I trust and trust. But this PP brings me little joy to my body…
The concord laws sponsored by the PPVox have further muddied the already almost impracticable playing field. Norms that satisfy the revisionist desires of the populists, but that at the same time allow the popular ones to approve laws that would have given birth in the same way if they governed alone… However, I keep some glimpses to myself, such as the performance for the first time of my friends from Moixeranga de Castelló in the center of the Magdalena festivities, for example the current mayor Begoña Carrasco or the gesture of President Mazón visiting the retrospective exhibition of the fortieth birthday of the weekly El Temps. Two brave darings for the hazardous times that have touched us. Fortunately or unfortunately.
