Trileros

Every mafia has its manners, just like every politician has his style. The cold summer war that is dying is the gruesome. Unfortunately, in continuous session from the left. Unfortunately yes. The two parties that you speak to me have created a rusty environment, difficult to brighten, doomed to dead time. If there is a government, it will be difficult to believe in it; if there isn't, we will confirm that one joy can burn the whole life.

The air of the words that intersect is no longer breathable. Many consider exhausted not only the shame, but this left itself in its version unable to divide the sausage that corresponds to them. Because that's what we are in: pre 5G political deli, when all stillness is suicidal. It is the moment of greatest technological acceleration in the world and here the young men bet on the usual rust. What started as the wick of a miracle is just another return to failure. Where will be the genetic failure of my generation.

If you have to go back to elections it will be, you know, because they despise what we vote for. Our popular order is not worth it because here the command is made by them. That invites us to reflect with a certain reluctance: perhaps we should not bother again. They have almost managed to convince us that voting is a nuisance (socialists and the others!). Nor is the Spanish left having the elegance of hanging himself divinely. Clumsiness kills more than hate, I don't know if they know it.

In any work environment such insolvency would be penalized with degradation or dismissal. The difference with politics is only in dandruff. One of the many problems on our left is in his single-parent zeal, in his corpse melancholy, in the impossibility of understanding that a promise can strangle those who promise it. One party and the other sat down to negotiate after they had betrayed each other, and that spur is never erased. They unsheathed attitudes as if it were the first day of creation. That is: pretending to believe a lie. And with manners like that you can only get to where we are, leaving the clientele between surprised and bounced. At this time of the wreck neither of the two bucardos is worse than the other. It was enough that any of them had gone out drinking to comply (more or less) with what on April 28 several million citizens commissioned: a government. It seems it can't be. Although soon, the same trileros will ask us again for confidence . Everything absurd resembles each other.

According to the criteria of The Trust Project

• PSOE
• United We Can
• Pedro Sanchez
• Pablo Iglesias
• General elections

Internal affairs No marriage of the left or Spain Sum

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