Beyond Lear’s objects (the plumber’s sewer, the rubbish dump, the dump and the “water” at the headquarters of the Socialist Workers’ Party on Ferraz Street); Behind the scene of the state prosecutor’s trial, and behind the rest of the garbage, … This week came news that confirms, in my opinion, that the Legislative Council will continue until the end. The report (or something else) submitted by the European lawyer on the amnesty law guarantees that Puigdemont will continue to humiliate us. It is certain that Pedro Sanchez will remain submissive before, under, with, or after the fleeing cowardly coup plotter.
And the breakup lie was exactly that: a joke like a castle. Pure farce. A mixture between tragedy and theater of the absurd. Just as Pedro Sánchez said (the day before yesterday) that the amnesty is unconstitutional, today Puigdemont says he violates it (but only a little).
We all enter the battle and believe someone who cheated in the election campaign and another who appears to us any day dressed as Napoleon.
Lies and sarcasm. Lying and corruption. Political corruption and pure corruption. Everything doesn’t matter to them. But let Pedro and Carles calm down, for the pact and insult between His Holiness and the former Monsieur Molt was and is a constant exchange: I give you the government of Spain in exchange for my pardon. The problem is that the shame is delayed, but the agreement in essence still exists.
Look at the ball, where is the ball, take the ball. With Pedro and Puigdemont as shells, with their deputies and accomplices as hooks, and with the people as victims of the scam, yes, we pay the price. Let it occur to you that we will not continue paying and paying, and what is left for us.
From here, then, to the summer of 2027, and between 2026 and three very interesting regional elections: Extremadura (December 21), Castilla y León (March 15), and Andalusia in June. Three experiments that must be read at the national level to measure the weight of the barons and barons of the People’s Party after fires or shows; To finalize Vox’s upgrades and measure the disaster of the PSOE candidates: a man named Carlos Martinez, María Jesús Montero and Gallardo, the owner of the younger brother (I swear on my father).
Note: The truth, the truth, is that any bet depends on the courts. Lots of open fronts. Let’s see what happens with the trial of the artist “Brother” and with Begonia. Let’s see when Santos Cerdan, Abalos and Koldo will start singing, and how far the smell of envelopes, prostitutes and electrical outlets will reach. The truth is that Alvaro García Ortiz’s bullshit escapes the average person, but the smell of garbage, money and brothels… everyone understands that.
Pending the courts, I’m betting on 2027, although neither he nor Puigdemont know the deadline, as of today.
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