Feijóo’s broken finger

The joke is as bad as bad politics. A guy comes to the doctor and tells him that he is very worried because if he touches his arm it hurts, if he touches his forehead it hurts and if he touches his ear it also hurts. The doctor tells him that his finger is broken and that he should stop playing. Big weekend for Feijóo. Maybe the last big weekend of a road movie which began in February of last year when Pablo Casado, may God rest him, had the idea of ​​confusing freedom with plugism and Feijóo had to go to Madrid to carry out the body lift and save the PP from the polls. After the failure at the polls, his mission now is to save himself, so Feijóo plays host to the massive protests against a government that has not yet been formed and to which the Galician asks to call elections. That a government in office cannot do that or that the elections have just been held, at this point it doesn’t matter. With a tone that is no longer political, but rather inviting Sálvame Deluxe, Feijóo denounces that Pedro Sánchez is full of greed, that he has bought his investiture, that he is not worried about Spain, but about himself, and that he is destroying Spanish democracy. The central issue of these protests is the future amnesty law not yet presented. It is necessary to remember this, since the chants of the protesters surrounding Feijóo denounce that Irene Montero is a whore, that Marlaska is a faggot or that the wife of the acting president is a man, so the untrained eye in the Spain of You could very well get confused. These protests in which machismo, homophobia or Face to sun Peaceful protests are rampant. Then there are the others. Those that consist of stoning a national police force that is obstinate, Abascal denounces, in preventing the PSOE headquarters from being set on fire in order to defend democracy and coexistence.

After this weekend, Feijóo’s limits are running out. When you denounce that Spain is breaking up and you do it hand in hand with those who chant that the President of the Government must be shot on a wall like in the good times, there is little room left. So little that the next step is to end the road movie and give way to the credits, or officially declare yourself one of them, get up on a lamppost and start singing that Spain is Christian and not Muslim. Bourbon Mason, salute the champion. Which, in addition to invading the property of partner Abascal, who we know is armed, would be bad business: it is already known that people prefer the original to the copy. So what now? Well now to continue touching things with the broken finger, if Ayuso and the situation allow it. To continue ensuring that Spain is on the edge of the precipice for the duration of the legislature. We are not facing anything that we have not experienced over and over again. Ask Rajoy. If you don’t remember it, I’ll introduce it to you. Like Feijóo, Rajoy was a Galician gentleman who was offered a move to La Moncloa without breaking a sweat. Like Feijóo, Rajoy was defeated at the polls. Like Feijóo, Rajoy sold moderation, but was forced to buy tension to survive on his own. During Rajoy’s electoral failures, we witnessed firsthand how those who had defeated that other Galician at the polls destroyed Spain, handing it over to ETA. how Navarra was put up for sale in Milanuncios, destroying Spain for a place that was new until then. How the institution of the family disappeared or how children were indoctrinated in schools by explaining to them that the traffic light turns green, that being homosexual is not a problem and that you have to eat fruit and vegetables. Today, with Spain located in the same place on the map including Navarra, with ETA disappeared and with the popular senator Javier Maroto happily married to her husband, we know that it was not about Spain but about Rajoy’s broken finger.

That broken finger touching on issues and ensuring that they hurt should guide Feijóo’s political future as it guided Rajoy, but on this occasion we find two important developments. The first is that Feijóo, in addition to his own finger, will be paced by an extreme right unleashed in all of his political, media and judicial aspects. That is to say, Feijóo will have less margin to decide what he touches, ensuring that he is broken than his predecessor had in this matter of frustration. The second novelty has to do with the science of toxicology. The use of any toxic substance leads the body to need an increasingly higher dose to be satisfied. And the right, addicted to sniffing the breakup of Spain in the morning since Aznar’s ass was kicked in 2004, now has little room for satisfaction. After calling for the execution of the one whom the most moderate call the illegitimate president who destroys democracy every time he wins an election at the polls, what are we left with? We know that in the United States and Brazil, addiction problems and the need to increase doses ended with an attempted violent assault on institutions. In Spain this Wednesday and Thursday the investiture session will be held to renew the position of president of someone who intends to destroy the nation and therefore should go to the wall, oé, oé, oé. A week after which you, myself and Feijóo will discover if the treatment will be shock therapy a la Capitol or, like Feijóo, you and I would like, that the PP could continue playing Spain with its broken finger and without problems for a few more years. I wish it depended on Feijóo, on you or on me, but now it only depends on the real right, a mass that shouts that Begoño has no pussy while praying the rosary in front of the PSOE headquarters as a central argument to discuss the constitutional fit of the amnesty in our legal system.

The joke is as bad as bad politics. A guy comes to the doctor and tells him that he is very worried because if he touches his arm it hurts, if he touches his forehead it hurts and if he touches his ear it also hurts. The doctor tells him that his finger is broken and that he should stop playing. Big weekend for Feijóo. Such…