I never believed that the power of royalty emanated from God. The kings to whom I have paid homage since I was a child are the Magi of the East and I defend that power and freedom are born from the people, that we are all equal before the law therefore, because the Constitution guarantees the private life of each. individual, it seems disgusting to me the broadcast and use of the private conversations of King Juan Carlos I, recorded clandestinely, illegally, by a star who would be a potential bedfellow who earned a few million by blackmailing the Royal House. by selling his miseries. Because beyond the moral misery emanating from this campaign based on the disorder of the sheets, I think that most of us are put off by the secrets of the monarch’s bedroom. It is not to the neighborhood guards who campaign in the media that the emeriti must give explanations, but to Sofía, the most worthy of this vaudeville. This exemplary exercise is emetic, this very public summary judgment of someone who represented Spain at the highest level while the country regained its pulse, its freedom, its life. I was six years old when Franco died; My generation grew up under the shadow of Juan Carlos I, whose reign guaranteed democracy and the establishment of a constitutional monarchy; the reconciliation of the two Spains, peace and well-being for almost fifty years. I’m not saying it, it remains written in History. It was also under his shadow that the rule of law was strengthened; voting and speaking; freedom of thought and belief, leaving behind the isolation to which Spain was subjected after the Second World War and this civil war which deeply fractured it. His crown was a bridge to modernity and under his reign the bonds of brotherhood were woven from the heart with brother countries across the Atlantic, these Hispanic countries as those of us who felt the same heartbeat here , the same blood. and there, celebrated yesterday. The exercise in hypocrisy of the national rescuers in service who do not hesitate to treat emeritus like a ‘Pim Pam Pum’ doll is disgusting while in Parliament amnesties, pardons and reduced sentences for terrorists are being debated . and negotiated by force, seven chairs; this “all for the people but without the people!”, the cousin, the brother-in-law, the corruption, the shit, the mud, this Catalan quota which ignores the equality of the Spanish people. This is what hurts me, excites me, worries me. What is not said. Oh, my poor West, I never believed that the power of royalty came from God. Misfortune, disappointment, arise when we see daily that the power that the people have handed over to those who should represent us becomes an exercise in nepotism, a deception, an insult, a continuous mockery towards these naive people. Oh, my dear Spain.
