And expectantly, because at this rate, the whole family of Sanchezthe intimate and the political. This Wednesday, while Sánchez mocked with the greatest immodesty the imprecations of the non-sodomized opposition, he resigned Littlethe leader of the socialists of Madrid, a useful imbecile, of all the absurdities of capons from La Moncloa.
And, at the time, we knew that musician brotheror almost, the current head of government was summoned in January before a court in Badajoz for an alleged offense of prevarication, among other criminal subtleties. Beast, the species which occupied the hilarity of the non-red occupants of the hemicycle, including the chroniclers, was the following: will he be present? Begoña Gomez at the PSOE Congress in Seville?
I forwarded the question to a veteran journalist of all possible wars who replied with a laugh: “Of course, then, as at the Congress of Vienna, the participants will be able to have fun.” I didn’t remember this incident, so my interlocutor filled it in for me: “It was in 1814, the Congress was not functioning, it was an organizational disaster, but outwardly they were having a good time.”
According to this, it would be appropriate for Sánchez to take his accused wife to Seville so that all the balls that gather around the plumber’s assistant can celebrate her, Santos Cerdanthe Navarrese criminal who sold the Old Kingdom to the Bildu terrorists.
The truth is that the PSOE is celebrating (to say the least) its Forty-first Congress in a funereal atmosphere that is not improved by a Mexican horror film, those that provoke more hilarity than terror. A digression on this subject, digressionsaid the companion Yolande. In a film of this nationality and genre, the assassin exhorts his accomplice: “If we don’t bury the stiff soon, he will stay cold and we won’t be able to take care of him.” The corpse was effectively frozen, as was the entire government and the parliamentary group chaired by the dark Simancas (always as if it came from the dentist), while throughout an unbearable parliamentary session, bad news abounded for the typographer’s party The churches.
At the gates of a call that the PSOE has always considered as the great fist party (Long Knight) and the rose (Julien Besteiro) the delegates encountered, on the side of the AVE itself, a plethora of events full of corruption which discolored in advance a political presentation of which we know nothing, but of which we can put forward these two headings: that intended to put in Catholic Church in the process of direct aggression, and foreseeing a series of legal initiatives to definitively put out of the game all those who disturb boss Sánchez.
The latest idea received by the mess editorial staff is to prevent Zarzuela, grown by the great prestige she has accumulated after the Valencian DANA drama, from continuing to harass the president. One, already completed, was to have for Valencia part of the Armed ForcesTHE Royal guardwithout the prior authorization of Maison Monclovita.
Will it take a long time before Sánchez orders the change of title of the said Guard and calls it National Guard? Everything will work out and before, of course, the subject in question ends up, like many others of his ilk, in the trullo, as they have already announced to him, without any regard to the Congress of Deputies, as much Feijoo as Abascal.
And yes: today Spain is an open prison who eagerly awaits the entry of God knows how many unscrupulous people. Sánchez – this is how those who admit to knowing him a little put it – neither forgets nor forgives. To no one. The poor Littlean altar boy who believed himself to be a cardinal of the Sanchista curia, has already handed over the spoon, essentially for three equally imbecile reasons: to pick up the phone of the current minister’s aide-de-camp Lopez; the second, for refusing to be accused of a crime; the third, for trying to escape the trap of lies. Lobato has already been around and his thing is to attack Treasury taxpayers. This is now his invaluable dedication. Lobato was treated like a fool.
At that time I remember a little romance that we recited years ago in the villages when we were discussing the reaction of a cuckold. It read: “Everyone begs Cosme/to forgive his wife/he points back/Gentlemen: it can’t be.” Lobato has already verified in his lean flesh that “this cannot be”, that neither Sánchez has excused his “preeminent” spirit (now that the word is fashionable) to behave with autonomy, nor that when the case showed up, he challenged him in front of his large audience. “Gentlemen: this is not possible”, and he directly told him to go to hell, and sorry for the traditionalism, but that meets exactly the boss’s intention.
From now on those will fall who no longer serve any purpose to the individual, for example Cerdán, who can still stay in Seville, but whose tafanario is more incinerated than the chimney of Santa Claus. When a thief sees himself surrounded, he shoots left and right, in this case especially left, to stay standing because he already senses the stench of prison bars.
A few years ago, a Valencian friend who stayed, because he was an idiot, for six months in a Levantine prison, admitted to me the following: “The worst thing when you arrive at the trullo is the noise of the locks and the smell of the bars.” In a place like this you can also see the secretary of the Socialists of Extremadura, a certain Gallant devoted for years to serving as bearer of David Sanchezthe boss’s brother.
There’s no one left here. Seville has become the sarcophagus of this Sanchist festival. Before the deceased become frozen, they will most likely pass through the hotels of the corrupt. Today, Spain is already an open prison. For now.
