I was wishing I was wrong. I was wishing that from within Pedro Sánchez the pandemic would extract an unsuspected bit of Adolfo Suárez . And that on that little piece, for lack of greater stature, it could be built not some Pacts of La Moncloa, which are only the rhetorical indication that Iván Redondo has changed The West Wing for Cuéntame , but at least a shared bill, a emergency legislation that better prepares Spain to survive the economic devastation it is about to experience.

But a crazy dog ​​is not a loving bear nor can it be. Everything that Sánchez has achieved in his political life is due to sectarianism. The resignation rather than abstaining before Rajoy , the submission before the magnanimity with Susanism, the genuflection before Torra before breaking the sanitary cord on the right, the embrace of neo-communism before the approach to the center. And in these came the Covid-19. And I thought that where he was not driven by virtue, the worst national tragedy since the Civil War could push him. And I sat down to watch the debate with a cloud of hope. As well. I know that 50,000 dead and seven million unemployed will not be enough to change Sánchez either. Given the intervention of that neophyte in reading and professor of hatred of which Javier Fernández is so justly ashamed today, we can already conclude that not only will we go to hell, but during the debacle all the energies of the Government will be concentrated on crushing the opposition. The scorpion only wants to bite the frog that fords the river, although we all sink.

"What do you want from us?" Casado asked after announcing his affirmative vote, his face marked by Lastra's recent shrapnel. I explain it to you, Pablo: he wants his contempt to make your support impossible to run to point you out as the culprits of the sinking as soon as you withdraw it. He wants the blocks to remain intact, because the meaning of his stupid career depends on the enduring noise and fury, the propaganda of the good and the bad, the comfort zone of your trench and mine. That is why Edmundo Bal shows intelligence by extending his hand that he does not want to shake. Because a guy like Sánchez only defeats being forgiven. If the PP did without the rear-view mirror in which Abascal's beard appears to him every morning, he would leave Sánchez without arguments suffocating him with love. Although I understand the disgust.

The passion that we celebrate today will not last a week but months or years. It did not begin in 2020 but the day we took the institutions for granted and declared respect for the adversary superfluous. We are exactly where our rulers have brought us, from Zapatero's vengeful revisionism to Rajoy's cagataza cegata. We sowed Podemos on that plot and his best plagiarist was crowned king of civil war. He has not yet known how to make budgets but has taken Franco out of his grave, today we know that out of envy. Its end will be inevitable, but by no means noble.

Spaniards: Calvary awaits you. And you don't see the day of resurrection coming.

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