It cannot be said that this competition I am referring to is simply an event or a dream among others of a summer night. No, because there are already twenty-one editions organized on the occasion of the Fira de Xàtiva. It is about seeing who is the swallower capable of putting himself between your chest and your back. the greatest number of fartonsthis delight “made in” Valencia, an unbeatable companion for a good and refreshing glass of horchata.
This year’s winner was Valentin Ferrer, a regular from Cartagena in competitions of this type, who, with a demonstrated gluttony, managed to swallow 74 fartons. Of course, accompanied by horchata to be able to swallow them, winning the first prize in front of more than one hundred and thirty participants, a little less gluttonous than him. He has accumulated experience, because last year he was also the winner for eating 82 fartons, eight more than in this edition.
As much as the astonishment that the most sensible citizens are provoked by the news of these competitions in which the most hesitant are rewarded, it has nothing to do with the stupor that should provoke those who have to do with the stomach capacity of the President of the Government, Pedro Sánchezas has been proven in recent months.
Because if it is about swallowing toads and snakes – none of our appetizing feet – to obtain the support of the putschists/separatists in exchange for pardons, blackmail that they provided in compensation for supporting his inauguration, Sánchez puts on an apron for a towel and swallows as many amphibians and anacondas as they need and serve.
All public commitments and statements made and reiterated, deny the possibility of forgivenessaccompanied by such categorical denials by the chorus of his ministers, was left in flatus vocis. And the condemned, as they demanded, ended up being pardoned.
Second course, the amnesty demanded by Puigdemont. It was totally impossible to grant it. By constitutional mandate, by electoral commitment, by democratic decency, by given word. All these declarations, said and repeated, were the real garnish that accompanied the dishes that Pedro Sánchez had to devour, one after the other, to obtain the rental in La Moncloa and La Mareta, in Lanzarote, much appreciated this summer.
Thirdly, the quota, which is not one; which is a pact, but no; which is a concert, but no more; a tax reform perhaps. It is the centenary echo of “Nosaltres sols!”, launched by the Catalan independentists at the time of the Second Republic. The “Sanchista” leaders can resort to as many synonyms as they want to put into practice to try to hide the width of the jaws, which had to be widened to adapt to everything they were told, yes or yes, they had to accept. Reality and history are what the Catalan independentists paint and write, whose votes are essential for him to remain president.
And what remains for us to see, for dessert, is the Referendum for the independence of Catalonia. With the same vehemence, which has proven false of all lies, with which Sánchez used and abused to refuse pardons, amnesties and quotas, he will display it again if necessary, saying that this last requirement is not possible. But if it is a question of choosing between commitment and the given word and continuing in the Falcon in exchange for the abjuration of what was said, Sánchez will not hesitate and will pass such a stupid and false statement through his own crotch.
The 74 fartons ate by Valentin Ferrer at the Fira de in order to continue as president.
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