2023-05-03 07:27:22
It is the first year of very basic education, not just protocol, never inviting yourself to anything. Inviting yourself to dinner and on top of that wanting to preside over the table is already a ninja level of bravado. And that, neither more nor less, is what Félix Bolaños has done, acting as an old lady with a plastic cart and chair, arriving late but in a hurry to the procession of the Christ of the Good Death. A little devout old lady, a little adviser to the Ministry of Equality (with “you don’t know who you’re talking to” on the tip of her tongue) and a little “I sneaked in there and stood up at your party” (Mecano dixit ).
To Bolaños, in reality, the Dos de Mayo parade brought her to the hoof. But Bolaños is to Pedro Sánchez what that lemming that falls into the void because it is what is expected of him, an immolation for the cause, the rest of the lemmings that do survive. And if Sánchez needs a –another– pre-electoral conflict between the PSOE and the PP in the Community of Madrid, Bolaños is there to make a fool of himself so that the Beloved (and gorgeous) Leader can later, without flinching, wave the flag of the alert fascist to revive the hornet’s nest of the type of Sánchez voter, that of “at least the PP does not govern.” Although that “at least” is behind a skyrocketing shopping basket, declining salaries and uncontrolled inflation. All wrong, listen, but at least the PP does not govern.
The fundamental thing is to shout very loudly, to shout almost in the effort, that those who feed the confrontation are the others just before confronting. You know, that thing about calling yourself an anti-fascist just before setting fire to a city bus or throwing a Molotov cocktail at a police van. Or to call linguistic immersion to prevent schoolchildren from receiving education in the language of their country in schools in a part of the Catalan territory. In other words, calling things what we want and not what they are called so that in this way they appear to be what they are not, to transform reality with the help of a euphemism. In this Sánchez is an axe, let’s face it.
In this way, making use of this method, which is not very honest but very colorful, Félix Bolaños has managed to tarnish this festive day a bit, in which the uprising of the citizens of Madrid against the occupation of the French troops is commemorated. Some people from Madrid who today stood up and cheered Isabel Díaz Ayuso and José Luis Martínez-Almeida while booing a Bolaños who cared as much about that soundtrack that he was listening to as not having been invited. An “to me, plin” size XXL.
All in all, the funniest thing about everything that happened in the Puerta del Sol was not that, but also, but seeing Margarita Robles going up to the stands without looking back and, meanwhile, the lemmings of the lemming repeating as if mantra that “the minister has to go up”, while they appealed to our democratic State and of Law. The same one that the PSOE itself is taking charge of blowing up from within with the assault on the institutions and contempt for the separation of powers. Come to think of it, “funny” wasn’t the right term.
Ayuso closed the event with a prediction: “What happens here will resonate throughout Spain.” All the polls (except that of José Félix Tezanos’s CIS, I’m afraid) give him an absolute majority that contrasts with that other “Madrid society tired of Ayuso” that some socialists talk about. Today in Madrid the applause meter also gave her the affection of the attendees and not that Bolaños robacanapés of the “he did not invite me, but I went”, from the corner, the one who does not look at me and sneaks inside.
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