Obviously, you don’t know what Marily syndrome is. I’ll explain it to you. When the Eye was pubescent, in the Pleistocene, he had the pleasure of attending the shows that his cousin Marily offered to people attending family gatherings. Blonde and pizpireta, she captivated her parents, uncles and cousins with long stories full of fanciful incidents. It began, for example, with a bucolic walk through the countryside, but things quickly got complicated with the appearance of totally improbable people and animals. “So, the dog, who had two heads…” my cousin recounted enthusiastically. One of the elders, at that moment or at another similar moment, tried to put an end to the cascade of absurdities: “It’s a lie, Marily.” But my cousin was unstoppable: “Yes, it’s a lie but let me finish. » A lovely last week for a PP – and someone else – seriously afflicted by the Marily syndrome.
What we say about Venezuela is a lie, the loudmouth González Pons or the notary for lost cause Núñez Feijóo could shout, but let’s finish, we’re going to do our thing. They don’t care at all that Edmundo González himself has denied the greatest pressure – that of the Spanish government – for them to continue the attacks against Sánchez, Albares and, of course, Rodríguez Zapatero, a guy even more villainous than the current satrap who squats La Moncloa, according to his regulars. crutch. It does not matter that for them dignity is a mark of aftershave. Of course, perhaps you do not know, if you are not readers of the dirtiest press in the West, that is, of our faithful infantry, that this Edmundo González, at one time a great champion of democracy, who must have been elevated – they assured a week ago – to the top of power in Venezuela, an example of an impeccable democrat, has turned out to be a three-quarter gossip. A traitor, in fact. This is what Arcadi Espada says about him in The world (see El Catavenenos last Sunday): “The heroic opposition is forced to design a strategy that runs into a blatant contradiction: an elected president cannot be a president on the run. Someone who does not exist is passing through Madrid these days. In the coward’s sleight of hand, we can also see traces of the feminoid thought that dominates contemporary debate.” And Salvador Sostres, in ABCwhy decency, gives the penultimate hammer blow on the nail: “The doctor [Edmundo] González, who had long known what Maduro was like, ran for office, used his own people as bait and, when things went wrong, abandoned them to their fate, without any qualms. “Your statement exempting the government from any pressure is a humiliating white flag of capitulation.” The former hero receives a just punishment for telling Núñez Feijóo “that’s a lie, Marily.”
