The parrot is a psittaciform bird (there’s that!) which is characterized by the repetition of words and sentences, even entire ones, that it hears in its environment. He is obedient in their transmission. My grandmother’s neighbor cared about her like a marquise, an elderly parrot who, invariably, responded to the last thing his wife said.
She treated her with care and the bird always echoed her owner’s messages, but lo and behold, one unfortunate day, the parrot heard the entire telephone conversation that Doña Clotilde had with a so-called friend. Finally, they said goodbye and the neighbor added: “She is unbearable and a liar.”
As luck would have it, the device was not completely suspended; The parrot, in his role, repeated what his lady had said, and there, in this situation, the friendships of the two acquaintances ceased. Doña Clotilde got angry with the wrong person, the parrot, and wanted to sell him to a bird dealer, but the merchant didn’t want it, he said to her: “This one doesn’t repeat anything anymore ‘other than what you say.’
Then the lady made a sublime decision: she opened a window of her house and the cage and let the bird fly. He said goodbye to her – my grandmother told me – this way: “To the parrot, me.”
The story is probably not quite well told, but this Wednesday, listen to five, five! The government ministers reciting the paper that Moncloa had prepared for them, I remembered Doña Clotilde’s bird and made the following composition on the spot: “Let’s see how long these loretes will last for Sánchez”.
The last of them, Marlaska (no one remembers Grande anymore) had a funereal face as if she recognized: “How ridiculous I am!” It was his thing, like those skinny, flabby cows that, instead of giving milk, make us sad. This is what this dying Minister of the Interior transmitted, repeating the multiplication table like a pubescent or the confessions of Doña Clotilde like a parrot. Dude: it’s good that the slogan factory of the dominant sanchismo imposes obligatory messages on all its government troops but, by God! Do not force commentators to monotonously repeat accusations that, on the second try, do not cause astonishment, but general laughter. We must see Alegría, unfortunate spokesperson, reciting the ingenuities that have been prepared for her; He twists his mouth in a gesture of undisguised disgust and must say to himself: “Let’s see what they cook for me tomorrow.
The first president of the restored Generalitat said: Joseph Tarradellasthat “in politics, you can do anything except be ridiculous.” Definitive sentence which apparently not all those who dedicate themselves to this task take even a little into account. On the other hand, I am addressing the one opposed to the PSOE, to the PP specifically: it is very possible – and this is what the party leadership recognizes – that the complaint filed for corruption, quite simply, against Sanchism before Court number 5 of the National Court is not admitted to processing by the holder cOuch Pédraz. So, if he knew this statement because it was clearly stated to him by trusted legal experts, why the hell did they go into the garden? We can already imagine the reaction that Sánchez and his friends will have if the final result is this. Why are they risking this ridicule?
It turns out that in Politics, let’s say it with a capital letter, there are a lot of parrots these days. Those of the PSOE, since they have neither shame nor restraint, lend themselves to the role, not with the discipline of an infantry corporal, but with the need not to oppose the messages that blackmail them. They have no other obsession than to maintain their position at all costs, their immediate future, their daily diet, depends on the loyalty of their dog, or rather their wool, to the gendarme who commands them.
Look: the parrots are undoubtedly ready to accept one of the loud lies concocted by Moncloa; namely that the -official- document in which the prosecutor in charge of the case intended to reach an agreement with Ayuso’s boyfriend, is a hoax. The attorney general of this agreement, that is: Where is the hoax? They lie and stay so cool.
In the end, they cover with mud the chief of staff of the president of Madrid because they do not really dare to take care of herself, who already called them on Thursday from gangsters to Stalinists. They were well served. Ayuso is for Sánchez and his cohort of unscrupulous people a tower that must be demolished, which is why they are unscrupulously using all the resources of the State against her. With parrots at the first moment of greeting, they clear their throats which the parrot provost vomits daily. These poor bastards know that the day one of them comes out of the pot, his head will roll like a football in the rugged countryside of Rayo Vallecano. Therefore, repeat and do not think. That’s the key.
But, in private, what do they say? Well, little and with moderation, but still, some, perhaps the most experienced, reveal their pain and exude spectacular nervousness. They applaud to the rhythm of Simancas, a vengeful man who still cries out against the world for not having succeeded in becoming president of Madrid, and of Patxi López, a last-minute fanatic who must honor Sánchez every minute, so as not to become president of Madrid. he either remembers the insults he uttered to him when he wanted, like Sánchez, to become secretary general of the PSOE.
Thank God the PP has understood that its adversaries are not, they are enemies in their own right. It may be that for the first time in the Spanish democracy born in 1976, political rivals are exactly that, enemies who put the knife between their teeth to tear apart, without regard, those who stand by them.
This is exactly what polarization is, the wall that Sánchez has built to transform Spanish society into a divided region on the verge of exploding into civil war. This summer, a professor from a northern university declared in a circle: “There is only one difference with Spain in 1934: fortunately, there are no more deaths now.” There were some, ETA, but we all agreed against those who provoked them; Today, ETA members are the most beloved and sought-after partners of the abominable man from La Moncloa.
Final: this individual’s parrots lie, they are crooks, but they do not stop there, they intend to send all their opponents to prison or into exile. More than pitimini parrots, like Doña Clotilde’s, they resemble the aggressive birds in that 80s film that gouged out the eyes of their human victims. Sánchez warns: “Let’s go” And that’s what they do; Make no mistake: hawks are not parrots, they do not speak, they sting and sometimes… kill.
