He is the man of the week and will be for a few more weeks, but not for that many. Broncano, whose talent did not deserve to be tainted by the role of the main comedian of sanchismo, slipped the word “March” the other day, and it seems obvious that he has not heard it on Génova street. So the call for general elections in March may not be a joke.
But the entity’s comedian is not the weekly protagonist but the guy who gives the fitting name to Telepedro, a rather tragicomic genre. Pedro Sánchez Pérez-Castejón came to La Moncloa through a motion of no confidence agreed with the parties that had just carried out a separatist coup against Spain’s territorial integrity, and everything points to him being evicted from the palace by the combined effect of another similar attack, with the only difference that this one was carried out from outside and not from within. Will Ceuta be the grave of sanchismo? There would be no more fitting ending, consistent with the trajectory of a national disabled person, someone who has long felt nothing when doing so with Spain, paraphrasing Rocío Jurado (in Falete’s version). I’m sorry, my love.
The cause of his suicidal management of the Ceuta disaster must be sought in a miscalculation that could only be made from the heart. But of all the muscles, it is the one Pedro has exercised the least throughout his robotic life. In his case, it is not a political career but planned obsolescence, and we are getting there. How could the man who granted amnesty to the Catalan coup plotters without the left rising up against him have known that this time the left would not follow him in his Olympic indifference to the tribulations of a 20 square kilometer African plaza where, unlike Andorra, there are not even decent routes for mountain biking?
God knows how hard it is for me to write this, but Patxi López was right. If in that lysergic three-way debate with Susana Díaz he bluntly asked if she knew what a nation was, it was indeed because everyone in that PSOE knew she did not. The answer she gave was this:
-Of course. It is a feeling that many citizens have, for example in Catalonia or the Basque Country.
She didn’t even think to mention Spain.
The most humiliating thing is that even his Hispanophobic partners have left him alone. Years of submission to separatism for this. Years of submission to Mohamed VI of Morocco for this. Submission, dear children, does not pay off in the long run.
Sánchez’s miscalculation in Ceuta can be compared to Rajoy’s in Catalonia, but the motivations of both are incomparable. The Galician registrar could not conceive that a clique of bourgeois would end up defying something as sacred as the law. And the La Mareta diver could never have entertained the hunch that even Bardem hated Morocco as much as the right. He believes more in the hierarchical organization of the alleged digital fascism than in the hierarchical organization of the State of Morocco. His problem is that he is the only one who believes that.
