There are things to be very careful with when living on your own. I will not be the one to criticize the Prime Minister for allowing himself to be photographed in the heroic zulo that had 532 days where he was tortured Jose Antonio Ortega Lara mercilessly to the point that the Burgos official pleaded with the terrorists to kill him.
What a missed opportunity to have a memory of the victim! Nothing. At this point in the film — three years — we already know that he is also in the political zulo in which Bildu’s youth and his colleagues from ERC. I have for me that history will be cruel with Sánchez.
His absence in the parade of the Armed Forces, the shielding of the streets of Spain where he goes, they signify the panic that the president has to hear the clamor of a street disappointed with a head of government who promised so many things and has turned all of them into a “state secret.” Some of the constitutional experts who advise him – although he does not pay the slightest attention to them – should teach the chief executive that there is legitimacy of origin and then legitimacy of exercise, which are different things.
Above all, that someone, please, calmly tell the president that courageous decisions always look in the eyes of the people and in no way blend in with flight. It is not aesthetic to permanently try the hit, even if you have in your favor the most formidable media brunete never enjoyed by any other president in democracy.
Sánchez, desperately seeking to exhaust the legislature, will not be able to do so if he freaks out every time he is yelled twice. La Moncloa will become another zulo with a swimming pool and basketball court, but to which the voice of the people will arrive clearly, despite all the mutes that are bought or rented with money that is not theirs.
It happened here — Felipe’s end; with Aznar, with ZP and with Rajoy– and it happens in all the democratic powers of the world.