life, software and academic miracles of the “president” who was listening during her appearance

It was harder to get a ticket to see Begoña Gomez this to see Paul McCartney. And in journalistic terms, it was much more important to see Begoña than Paul. Because Sir Paul is already part of the family. We’ve seen it so much! In Begoña, our amatxuvirgin of the sanctuary of newspapers, it has been a long time since we were able to greet her. We knew he existed, that he was there, watching over us somewhere like one watches over his academic miracles, but we couldn’t see him.

We murmured the prayer that bears her name until she appeared before us: “O virgin of Begoña, our lady and mother. I offer myself entirely to you; and as proof of my filial affection I devote my eyes to you on this day, my ears, my tongue, my heart, my whole being. Begoña, we offer ourselves to you as if we were the Complu!

And the president like the miracles certified by the Vaticanin the most unexpected place. At the Madrid Assembly, in a tiny room, which looks more like a quadrilateral; of light wooden walls, armchairs on wheels and half-empty glass bottles. Begoña did not want to go to court and was transfigured into a room that resembled a courtroom.

She, in black, all black. And the inscrutable face, as in the title of the only film he directed Marlon Brando. As in the few photos which Greta Garbo accepted outside of studies. We weren’t born, but we loved Garbo. This morning we loved Begoña. We were, as in the book of Thresholdthe children of Begoña Garbo.

Begoña came to be silent, to listen to his appearance, but her accusers had received her with black buses, on which her husband’s face was printed. You must have bad taste. For a day when we see Begoña and they hammer us with photos of Sanchezthe face of the empacho.

The president’s prototypical coldness, his self-proclaimed resilience, the ice that surrounds him… They are nothing compared to the sphinx we encountered. Legend has it that the Greek sphinxes killed those who were not able to decipher their riddle.

We watched Begoña the whole time, while a PP deputy machine-gunned her with what unlikely of his professional career. Just the inevitable blinking. Just the clink of a pen, hands clasped and forearms resting on the table. But nothing more. The face was the same whatever the question, the move, the adjective.

We have failed in our attempt to decipher the face of the sphinx and now as we prepare to deliver this column, at the gates of a mobile ambulance next to the newspaper, death will surely besiege us. The EKG is already revealing things we didn’t see on Begoña’s face.

When he sat down, the light went out a little. We thus went from what was an operating room to what became a appearance. Without the shouts of questioning MPs – right and left – and the resulting farce, we would have felt like we were Fernando Arrabal that day.

He told us in Paris. It was half past six in the morning. He sees the virgin projected on the wall, “haloed with a dazzling brilliance”. The virgin smiled at Master Arrabal. Begoña didn’t even smile with a hello. Not even when the Vice-President of the Commission, from the PSOE, tried to prevent photographers from working.

In Arrabal, when Franc He was condemned as a blasphemer, but was saved by the declarations of some illustrious friends. For example, Pemanwho only signed a manifesto in his favor when he had this conversation with the family of the mad genius:

–He shit on God, I can’t… Did he shit on the virgin too?

–Not in the virgin, Don José María. Fernando has been in love with the virgin since she appeared to him.

And Peman saved Arrabal. We may have gone too far with God, but never with the virgin. With Pedro yes, but never with Begoña. We tell all this so that when Sanchismo wants to tighten the noose and stab us in Ohio, there is proof that we are expressing our love for Begoña despite his academic successes.

This is what the miracles of Complu were about, even if the interrogators from the PSOE and Más Madrid refused to ask questions. They spent their time criticizing the policy of Ayusowhich are criticizable, of course, but in another place. The president of the commission, in desperation, tried to integrate them, but this proved impossible.

As if he were leading her Jose Mota, Martha Bernardoa socialist, asked him: “Do you consider that women are very strong? Is this an absurd commission? Are they seeking to lynch the president by lynching his wife? Don’t you think that Ayuso does not care about the public universities? We quickly noted it literally so that the passage of time would not make us doubt its plausibility.

He said Max Aub that one comes from where you get your high school diploma. If you had a good time at university, you can also feel where you are studying. But Begoña cannot have this doubt. Not having a diploma, he follows Aub’s maxim to the letter.

Here begins the miraculous series, Mother Begoña!, of the first lady of Complutense. It was told in a very Barojian way, without much embellishment, by a PP deputy called Mercedes Zarzalejo. In the committee of Koldopopular spokespersons tend to ramble on with a thousand adjectives and interventions that come in fits and starts. This was not the case for Ms. Mercedes.

These are some of the questions we suffered from, but which did not change Begoña’s face one bit. How did you become a university professor without being one? How did she manage to be director of a chair without qualifications or merit? How did you end up directing a master’s degree of which you could not be a student? How did you ensure that your chair benefited from better funding than the others? Did he appropriate software financed by everyone?

These are questions for which there are no answers. It may not be a crime – a judge will say so – but it is classic influence peddling from a syntactical point of view. The opposition is wrong when it predicts a conviction. It would be enough to demand the resignation of the president with ethical and moral arguments. But that’s what journalists, opponents or anyone else say. We have come to decipher the enigma of his face, we fail and death will take us away. The Virgin of the Sphinxes.

Whoever chose Doña Mercedes as detective was right. We see on the Internet that she has a doctorate in law and a few other things, from which it follows that she obtained a diploma, that she did a thesis, that she wrote a thesis…

It seemed that the right was defending the equality of opportunity traditionally associated with the left. The PP deputy defended the people, all those boys who gave their lives and several decades to get where Begoña arrived. And Más Madrid, born in 15-M, gave up asking questions.

Five years of license, the course doctorate“four research projects”, the thesis, the certificate of aptitude for research then the thesis. They gave Begoña the chair and the money to finance it because…

These ellipses will be filled in by judges and newspapers. Never once did Begoña, who scratched her chin, drink water and nothing more.

Begoña read a document that her lawyer allegedly wrote for her. That was before it started. His only words. “This has an obvious political objective (…) Just look at the list of complainants (…) I am not going to present myself, I am using my right.” A little balance after a whole career on the left isn’t bad.