Carlos Mazón appeared in the forum of the Valencian courts, firmly convinced that he had to give all kinds of explanations for the behavior of everyone during the emergency, but absolutely none for his own behavior, for the reasons why he did not he wasn’t where he should be and why who is convinced, even today, that he didn’t need to be there. The result was a nearly three-hour river apparition defined by a single goal: to dilute his responsibility in a flow of dialectical incontinence where he found not a minute to theorize about his own agenda that day.
In case there was any doubt that Mazón is already the man who always arrives late, he could not think of anything better than to announce that, perhaps, if he did not consider himself to the height of himself, he would renounce his candidacy for the elections. -elections at the end of the legislature. This may seem like a joke from those of the unforgettable Eugenio’s “you know the one who gave…”. But that wasn’t the case. Mazón thought of it as if it were a sacred oath of loyalty, albeit conditionally worded.
