You have to be very foolish to confuse escape with exile. And you have to be very external to believe that you are smarter than others. It is very idiotic, in the classic sense of the term – uninterested in the public – to trivialize the idea of suicide. Like Doña Isabel’s boyfriend, who continues to exhibit his Greek-style idiocy. Note that the colleague’s determination is to be above the law and that it is stronger than the law: either he runs away or he kills himself. Let’s see who will pay my debts if I kill myself, is the scammer’s veiled threat. The president of the court replies: “I do not recommend either of the two things and in any case talk to your lawyer who will be the most suitable to assist you in this doubt.”
Relief. Who is this guy? Please, let it not be rubbed against the sheets of power, let it not be a loose verse, let it not be the symbol of a new and linguistic PP. Be that as it may, he is an extra note in the new party tune. The music of those who have decided not to enter reality. In other times there was a PP that believed itself to be above the citizens (mortgages, fines, public health, finance…). I didn’t like it, but the new PP makes me miss the old one. Because those who live above reality can still come down to earth in critical moments. But the new PP falls far short of reality, buried in its own structure. It’s scary.
The new PP lacks the grammatical structure needed to understand basic syllogisms. For example, if you steal money you take it from someone or if you don’t send an emergency message with a dana, people will die who would be alive if you had done your job. «I am not a notary of reality», says another of the idiots (and I return to Greece) to explain that he can lie precisely because he dedicates himself to communication. “I’m a journalist, not a notary.” And everyone is going crazy because in fact we journalists have a strict obligation to be truthful.
Where do these rumors come from? What are they? Is there a virus on the other side? Is it a chatbot? Anyone else notice that they all have cricket voices? They speak and it seems to me as if a roar came out of some hole in the earth to fill our heads with noise, with an impossible language, not fully articulated: below the human and far below the political capacity of the PP. I miss Rajoy’s intimate and popular dialect, I miss the authoritarian (but always understandable) poverty of Aznar’s prose, I remember with nostalgia the articulate speech of Soraya Sáenz de Santamaría.
“I can’t take it anymore.” The sad thing is that I didn’t say it. Mazon says it! I repeat, Mazón says it. Who said it, that’s why he’s leaving. Because he can’t take it anymore. I think that Mazón’s “I can’t take it anymore”, 229 victims later, is the most authoritarian gesture I have ever witnessed in a democracy. It is impossible to follow the PP, no one can do it. Not even yours, who all go to Vox, perhaps looking for a bit of grammatical moderation. They seem like simple idiots but they are very dangerous political subjects. That’s why PP, if you read me, if you’re there, come back. Say something.
