Spain has been living for a long time in a mixture of blockade and precarious political balance that, over time, seems to have become a natural imbalance.
A Government without a majority, without stability and without moral authority insists on behaving as if time did not affect it and society would tolerate it indefinitely.
However, even what seems eternal has an expiration date. As it reminds us Primo Levi“our human condition is the enemy of any infinity.”
Crises, excesses, anomalies, affronts… all of them are exhausted when there is no one left willing to sustain them. But it is very difficult to maintain perspective when the political deterioration takes on a dimension as abyssal as the one we are experiencing.
It is in those moments when, like the postman Nerudametaphors help me more.
If in Egypt it took ten plagues for the pharaoh to accept reality, in Spain it took as many more to show the profound exhaustion of the cycle. And we can list them not necessarily following each other in time, but intertwining like living vines.
Pedro Sánchez during the Government control session in Congress this Wednesday.
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1. Blood, the color of the infamous pact that condemned the dependence of those who conspired to dismantle the State itself.
2. The frogs, that rain of improvisations, rectifications, decrees in the political management of the pandemic as an extreme example of decisions made against Congress and against citizens for an amphibious government.
3. Lice, permanent institutional colonization. The internal dismantling of the INE, the CIS, the Prosecutor’s Office and the Constitutional Court, an administrative storm destined to rewrite the playing field from the BOE.
4. The flies, the constant siege of power against counterpowers: campaigns against judges, journalists, experts, any voice that did not fit the official story.
5. The plague of cattle, denied Budgets, with successive extensions and slow emptying of any economic planning. Spain living with the lights out, while politics turned every figure into ammunition.
6. The ulcers, painful and visible, caused by opaque and inefficient management of recovery funds, transformed into a clientelist distribution that wasted an unrepeatable opportunity to modernize the country.
7. The hail of amnesty, denied a hundred times before becoming the axis of the legislature, hitting, denting and making holes in our constitutional roof and opening an insurmountable moral crack.
8. The locusts, destroying international credibility with a sea of corruption cases closely linked to the figure of the president Sánchezwith his family and his general secretaries devouring his founding narrative of integrity.
9. Darkness, a Parliament converted into a tunnel where ERC, EH Bildu and the partners of permanent blackmail impose their law while the Executive gropes forward, without a project, clinging to achieving one more day of shielding.
10. And finally, the death of the firstborn, the most devastating in democratic terms: the erosion of trust in the institutions themselves, the feeling that nothing is stable, that everything is negotiable, that the State can be rewritten according to the emergencies of the week.
And so, plague after plague, the deterioration has accumulated until turning our common space into a courtyard of radioactive atmosphere in which it has long been impossible to breathe without protection.
A patio is the bright space of an open house, the children’s playground, the conclave of neighbors who help and share.
Today, Sánchez’s government has transformed our common agora into the rough courtyard of a prison, where first Cerdan and then abalos y Koldo They sleep while the country watches stupefied at a way of working nothing anecdotal, but organized and criminal.
This courtyard is disheartening, but it has a strange power: it points out with brutal clarity what many preferred not to see. Seven years of moral and political erosion.
The patio gang (political, administrative, economic) as an organized group.
Sum of complicities, silences, self-indulgences and renunciations that have sustained a power that now only gasps and resists, because resistance has always been the hallmark of Pedro Sánchez.
He resists because he needs to seek the protection that power provides.
President Sánchez and the rest of the gang, in a display of maximum misery, have definitively taken to the mountains, despising the memory of Javier Lambán.
Ábalos and Koldo are already behind bars because of the masks. It has been a matter of a month: the release of Cerdan and the Prosecutor’s request for more than twenty years in prison have given a new twist to the script. Now the braid of silence has begun to unravel.
The hamlet has been the first delivery of this new phase. With an upcoming trial and a more than long sentence in sight, the singing and accelerated collaboration with justice begins.
On the way to Soto del Real, the first arrow: to reach BegoñaAir Europa. And we still need to know a lot about the accounts in Switzerland, Plus Ultra and Zapaterolinked to Venezuela.
This is the patio, yes.
But a country is a living project that recomposes itself when it decides to recompose itself. When you stand up, organize and once again demand clear rules, clean institutions and leadership that represents more than just the survival instinct.
Spain has emerged from darker tunnels and has straightened horizons that seemed lost. Spanish society can do it again. And he will do it if he wants to do it, because nothing lasts forever.
And even the worst plagues pass.