Not one. One per week. Until this government’s assault on institutions explodes like colorful confettijustice in purchase, rental and rentalof “fluid” integrity, of pampered and exalted desire, of farce, of moral superiority of Sesame Streetthe economic ruin, the constant lying, the psychopathy, the negligence and above all, for me, the worst, the ridicule.
Today, long live the Plaza de Don Víctor Gonzalo de Aldama Delgado! (shot, remember? and threatened with prison), injury time begins for this guirigay, what are we going to do without them? For ministers’ jokes and Belarra’s nipples. Yolanda Palabritas, let her soak her locks.
And the PP will return, but make no mistake because its blue victory has nothing to do with its attributes, nor with its political or personal values. The Spanish did not vote for Feijóo and will not do so either. What the Spaniards, blue with cyanosis, wanted was the defeat of the Sanchist regime and the Jolines ministry, with its troop of ETA members, embezzlers, rapists and pedophiles on the loose, despite the small payments, youth checks, prayers and sneaky flattery of all kinds.
O Sanchez! He did what few bad guys do, which is why we Spaniards don’t like him. Listen, it’s very hard for me not to love you. I’m too relativistic, always conscious and aware of my own cracks, more than those of others, a believer in the Protestant principle that we are all bad, horrible, flawed on all four sides, self-serving, selfish, needy, fallible…
According to this maxim, on which I meditated for a long time, I try not to get angry with anyone and at the same time not to devalue others in my head and my affection, whatever they do… But Pit Sanchez… Is there a moderately sober and educated left-wing Spaniard who does not know that Sánchez is the perfect paradigm of hypocrisy in its crudest category? Many years of listening to his incoherent, self-confessed altar boy-voiced diatribes, designed to pat the backs of angry, impulsive minorities, to perpetuate himself in power with his manicured narcissistic claws.
We swallowed the psychopaths with the putschists, the mad militants and the assassins to stay in Moncloa. The Kindness Club, polishing a tooth with your tongue, lying without blushing, without compassion. Political Macarrismo. Violence.
What happened with Sánchez, this level of cynicism and lying is political violence, like what happened with Errejón, or the lame whore this one, from the other hypocrite, Pam, who then cried because they called her fat, blah, blah, blah… Inclusivity.
And then, in addition, on the verge of lyricism and Valinclanian grotesque tragi-comedy (Sánchez’s favorite), we have the thing about whores, brothels, coca. Big-bellied socialist bastards kissing young women in negligees… Selfies and fuck with this one and the other in full confinement… Shrimp heads sucked. Crabs and crayfish splashing on their chests with gold chains, dripping from their ears, and eels from their eyes… What do you want me to say! This gigantic government supported by a bunch of hipsters and stomachs made me laugh. Stomach, underwear, whiskey, viagra, hair… Behind moral superiority…
I wonder (with tenderness and humor, which are the same thing) how Évole or Àngels, and the others, would justify what comes to their door after the Aldama bell rings.
I don’t think Sánchez will resign because of this, there is no honor or sense of aesthetics… The best thing of all is that Pedro came to power with a motion of no confidence against corruption (first president in history, whose wife is under investigation for corruption).
15,000 motions of censure, 50,000movements up, down, in profile, movements without rest, planning in all directions!!
