Last night was a night of anger.
The Junts gangsters, the most fascist in Spain, overturned the law on temporary rentals late this afternoon, despite having announced that they would abstain.
I wonder what they will say now all those left-wing children so stupid and naive who flirted with independence and its darlings.
This Monday, Yolanda Díaz presents Sumar’s proposals for the PGE 2025.
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They said that if we did not support the emancipation of Catalonia, it was us who were guilty: we were guilty of a sick centralism, apparently. They said I don’t know what about the sovereignty of the people and the cultural passion of the peña and Spanish as an invasive language and how stupid we Andalusians were and other anti-solidarity fantasies.
Guys, you’ve been puigdemontized! Maybe they see it now, or not? These are his people, these are his defenders, historical traitors. They were still just the boss’s washed-out voice..
How much better not to govern than to govern under this humiliation which flows like a badly closed tap.
This is the time for anger.
Being young today means having no home or no one to trust. It means dwelling in hostility. Nihilism. Disbelief. Tragic irony. Lame tenderness. It often means having no privacy or having a picture hanging on the wall. It means being weak and falling through. It means stripping yourself of the smallest and most beautiful jewel: keeping a secret. It means being seen and constantly judged, feeling guilty and being naked. This means difficulty in staying, which is synonymous with difficulty in being loved. This means not being able to create anything: neither sympathy with your neighbor, nor silent code with the waiter at the neighborhood’s favorite bar.
It is being more and more alone, even paradoxically surrounded by people. Overcrowded people with whom you share an apartment, people you may have loved one day and now hate and from whom you do not even have the possibility of fleeing (they forced you to despise them because they did not have a penny to say goodbye to them with dignity and leave; they kidnapped you with them, they are kidnapped with you, you all sulfate this torture).
Or strangers who live in the next room and never look at you. To them, you are a figure with a blurred face. Sometimes they pass you on the threshold of the toilet. The corridor is so narrow that it is difficult for them not to look you in the eye, even just once. Pay yourself, that is why you are here. To accompany you in this threatening balance, like a dull drum.
It’s a life for anger.
The “most left” government in our democracy told us that they would help us, that we were saved, and thank God they were finally there. Some were lukewarm niceties, social democrats and feminists, or something like that, they said: and they put a handful of ministers. Cool.
Others were once angry children like us, before protesting and exposing the corruption of the old PP and claiming to have a “revolutionary tradition” (let’s see what that is, but oh well).
They spent a lot of money. They were only sexy for a little while. It’s been six years with these leftovers stuck in the establishment and we are drowning. Either they did not know what to do with the essential, or they did not know, or they did not want to do it, what does it matter now, They are terrible actors, they are clowns with no professional honor.. We would rather have a more obvious major obstacle at our neck. This sibylline thing is more irritating. It makes us more fiery. It gives us brighter ideas.
They worry about removing Mahou’s plastic chairs so the babies don’t get drunk when they see them. They snatch cigarettes out of our mouths on the terraces and tell the bitter workers to buy a diesel car, man, they have no shame, and not to eat bacon sandwiches on the building site because you have to give up meat and chew birdseed and take care of the chickens so they don’t get raped (but men who rape get their prison sentences reduced and are invited to get out early). They call women “menstruating beings”.
They do everything, attacking every event except the one that really concerns us.
How will the joke be, even if Pepa Bueno She has a different face when listening to the nonsense of Yolanda Diaz in a video interview on The country. The vice president says she can’t do anything about the rent issue: she already feels it. The competitions are regional, too bad man, it was close!
“The key to improving people’s lives lies in the Popular Party,” says Españísima’s number two. Catastrophic. All this after spending a lifetime telling us that what’s cool is the federal state. But what’s happening? Is it no longer such a good idea?
This summer, in conversation with the mayor of Malaga, Paco de la Torretold me the opposite. That government support is necessary to move something forward. What is it?
One wonders, in the end, where all this anger is being exchanged. What are the votes for one or the other worth? What is the point of anything? They will pass the buck while we look at them with fear.. At first confused. Now more and more hysterical.
My friend and philosopher says Margot Rot that the great theme of the century is not desire, but action. What can we do? Can we do anything? Do we have any influence on what happens, or does what has to happen happen while nice idiots convince us to do something and we all get old?
I still don’t have an answer to that. But the threat is that we have already started thinking.
