Macarena Olona is going to pull the blanket. Who was going to tell us a year ago that a person who was part of the very hard core of Vox and who was the scourge of the “Social Communist Government” on Wednesdays in Congress was going to leave his party in such a bad way threatening to tell everything that saw. I never would have imagined it. And as a server there are thousands and thousands of people on social networks who are waiting for the hype -which for generation Z is something like an advertising lure- that Jordi Évole has created (in this he is a genius) with an in-depth interview which will air on Sunday.
“If someone at Vox has the impression that you cannot leave the party or the alpha male without asking for permission or authorization, they have been fucking wrong with me,” Olona threatens. The announcement, in the Corleone style, of the ousted woman, because that is the origin of everything, when her former party decided to separate her for, they say, ignoring the instructions that were made to her during the Andalucía campaign, she brought them to her . What will he tell about the most hermetic formation that exists? Who will she shoot? Will it reveal any fact constituting a crime?
The digital playground is looking forward to seeing the face to face. The popcorn emoticons multiply. She is not going to shut up and those from Abascal have decided to pretend she did not exist, although there are also those who believe that at some point they would have to answer her. “Maca”, as they called her, she wants to settle scores. Her profile has been filled with attacks, proving that what she says hurts Vox.
Politics is, together with journalism, the trade that brings out the worst face of the human being. The networks work as an amplifier. Hate, anger, cainism, envy. Those who were personal friends cease to be because of power. And the exit from that irrational world also provokes pirouettes at the level of Cirque du Soleil.
Olona is right now on the trapeze and there are those who ironize on the net that “she is two statements away from registering in Marinaleda”, the communist town of Seville, or being the candidate of EH Bildu. There is talent in the yard.
The one who is also being attacked by the scoop, and it is the worst thing in this story, is Évole for doing his job. “Let Txapote see you,” a user told him. Always the same. Hundreds of anonymous people, of course, shooting at the messenger. The hordes. How was that about the finger and the moon? Or rather: don’t look up.
