“I’m done with this.” Pedro Sánchez, this Wednesday in Baza, seemed to specify what is already unanimous suspicion. He is already thinking more about his departure than about his continuity. She has her head further than here. “When in many years I no longer have the honor of being President of the Government…” A tell-tale note. So much so that she was forced to underline: “In many years, I have said.” Forced smiles from the audience. Hehehe, understood. It’s not now, but it’s going to be soon. He’s on it.
The president was rallying through Andalusian lands deep in insulting Ayusoa Feijóo and the PP as usuale, recently arrived from Portugal, with his suitcases still warm after his trip to South Africa and Senegal (or did he go to Kenya?), with his luggage ready again to leave for balinese (where is Bali?) and then to South Koreawhich you don’t know yet.
A bustle of Falcon and trunks. A traveling frenzy. Little time at home, where he hardly has anything to scratch anymore. Just hassles and problems, fetlock setbacks. In addition, here they whistle at him, he cannot go out on the street, nor can he travel on the Metro with the Minister of Justice, a frequent user of his. Here is all the fish sold.
The polls do not give you more than one hundred seats for more subsidies, bonuses, aid or small payments that are invented. As soon as they appear in scene Bildu or the catalan coup leaders, again to the precipice. His objective is strictly to consolidate his image as a global reference, as a figurehead with a phrase in the cast of European leaders.
Everything in order within the walls of this naive, meek and sleepy Spain that is not even capable of moving an eyebrow before the unstoppable alignment of Sánchez together with the reactionary coup of the sons of the bandit Pujol
You just have to be careful not to make people talk in Brussels, not screw it up. Neither with the funds, nor with the Justice, taxes, pensions… he needs to have the external front in peace and order. Consolidate your paradigm profile of stability, exemplary counterpoint to its French neighborsItalians and let’s not talk about the British, that stray crap.
has already achieved tie the Budgets, something always well seen by the super stingy Europeans (now they are called ‘frugal’) and it is time to ensure tranquility on the secessionist front, as you move up to the right, through the vile reduction of the crime of sedition, which consecrates and shields any future secessionist attempt, together with the already very advanced project of segregation referendum.
For this, it is necessary to close the renewal of the Constitutional Constitution and place at the head of the shed Candido Gomez Pumpido, a guarantee that your plans will not be twisted. On the northern ledge, prisoners for Bildu and many breads for him GNP. And to graze so happy. Everything in order within the walls of this naive, meek and sleepy Spain that is not even capable of moving an eyebrow before the unstoppable alignment of Sánchez together with the reactionary coup of the sons of the bandit Pujol.
The family of progress will live calmly at least until the appointment of Super Sunday in May, when the polls will evict the left in a good part of the municipalities and communities that they now occupy. A colossal punishment, a six-handed slap that Sánchez already takes for granted. In this way, once the disaster has been accomplished, and while in his party they strive to scrutinize the balance of damages and collect the remains of the shipwreck, the still president will emerge on stage dressed in his suit of Charlemagne from all to one hundredwith her weasel smile and her granite jaw, to strut around like a vice-president of Paralelo during the six months of her European presidency.
A procedure that they also fulfilled in their day Felipe González (twice), Aznar Y Shoemaker. The Moncloa fiction factory has managed to convince public opinion, so languid and silly, that Sánchez is the first Spaniard to achieve such continental laurels.
For the moment, in order to avoid being robbed or overshadowed, the swearing in of the Constitution of Princess Leonor, scheduled for the month of November, has been postponed
It will be a semester of abundant and indigestible official propaganda. The president already has orders, presumably, a dozen and a half of those tight-fitting suits, with leggings, skinny jeans, short sleeves and uncertain fabric, to be displayed before the cameras like a gallant from a Turkish soap opera. For the moment, in order to avoid being stolen from the spotlight or overshadowed, it has been postponed the oath of the Constitution of the princess eleanor, scheduled for the month of November, when the heiress turns 18. Nothing to counterprogram the hero of the West.
Spain will be the host, in those 24 festive and festival weeks, of more than 200 acts, wisely distributed by 24 provinces of all the communities. The most favored in the distribution have been Andalusia and Cataloniawith three shows each. Galicia, Basque Country and both Castillas, touch two per head. Madrid will be honored with at least four performances of different volume and genre.
The highlight of the festivities will consist of the summit of heads of state and government in the Alhambraterritory Clinton as is known, which will be attended by nearly fifty leaders from half the world. A tumultuous variant with a Sacromontan angel of the evening of the El Prado Museum when NATO and before the children of glue got dirty pictures.
Parallel to this display of ornamental diplomacy, Sánchez’s agenda includes six international conferencess, five other summits of variable dimensions and a few intra and intercontinental displacements.
Once this exhausting calendar is exhausted, Sánchez will be ready to abandon his current burden, so modest and anecdotal, to escape from an overwhelming and inevitable defeat in the December generals, handing over the party tackle to some airy little character, perhaps García-Page, and jumping with hardly a solution of continuity to the planetary chair that by then he will already have well agreed and agreed. Maybe in Brussels, United Nations, who knows? The interstellar projection of Peter the Great knows no limits. A universal totem, a galactic emperor, the undefeated vertex of the western parthenon.
the vile chapter of sanchismo, that nightmare, will have disappeared from the sad Spanish reality. Do not say it was a dream.
