Of Ferraz has Sinaloa the chronicle of corruption continues and it would resemble a Tigres del Norte bullfight if it were not for the truth about what happened in this Spain of theft and scandal which is collapsing … palms of the hands, like the winter of this song. Every day we know so many new things that we must get tangentially closer to omniscience. Yesterday we learned that one of the Swiss pharmaceutical companies that Koldo attempted to obtain a license for during a meeting with Salvador Illa’s number two was actually a large-scale pharmaceutical laboratory owned by a branch of the Sinaloa cartel. Now we are all here, say the ducks of Retiro and the tailors of Morante who sew the fabrics of their resurrection. I cross the Madrid of department stores, the pinnacle of our civilization and our stoic calm, and I walk with my hands in my pockets and whistling huapangos in which betrayals, spoils, bars and a cold cell appear as if one had caught pneumonia. Soto of Real.
A supra-state drug trafficking cartel is what Sanchismo needed to crown itself with all its images of bullets, machine guns, trafficked virgins and corpses dissolved in acid while the one they called “El Pozolero” made its enemies disappear. The case of the PSOE, which takes the form of a case Sanchezcaught with an ax the friendly provincial inattention of a doorman of the Pamplona brothel, continued with the hunting gesture of abalosthe last romantic court facing the prison, traveled the meanders of the Orinoco of José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, our authentic Chinese vase-president, and ends in this story of the high spheres of international crime like machine-gunning the ranchera singer in the parking lot because he smiled at the girl the boss loves. As it says Peláezeverything always gets worse. All mafias are nice at first – look what parties they threw for the ETA in their origins – but they always end badly.
The PSOE affair, which is becoming a Sánchez affair, was triggered by the provincial recklessness of a brothel bouncer in Pamplona.
There is a certain poetic justice in the fact that this happens to the intrigue of the PSOE which has been trying for years with a 35mm photo of Alberto Nuñez Feijóo with Golden Martial. If one becomes a drug trafficker by getting on a boat with a Galician who traffics tobacco, what will be a sanchismo which conceals an important plot of the same ‘Chapo’ Guzmán. Now is where the nostalgia of the third paragraph kicks in and I remember Pepe Oneto ordering a gin and tonic before eating and calling me “El Chapo” Guzmán with that air of elegant, slutty sarcasm that we miss so much.
An alipori also enters when we know that the authorization of the pharmaceutical laboratory had to be obtained in September 2020, when my Españita was applauding on the balconies, the grandmothers were lined up on the floor of the Ice Palace and the deer were sniffing the phones. It is not only that the power and management of all these millions of people led to an understandable relaxation in a way that, over time, allowed for some mistakes, but also that the thieves and suspects came from home. They flew in one fell swoop.
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