Fox, that state of mind

I think it was Jorge Bustos who left the most precise definition of Podemos. Iglesias – at that time, the innkeeper still herding the purple flock among the warm reeds and rotten tapa – is essentially a state of mind. Bustos added that training It will end up shrinking because no one can live permanently angry. I add: You cannot promise heaven while you are spraying with your feet buried in the mud of your contradiction.

Podemos has also been weakened by that fierce leftist habit of stabbing each other with hatred of those who share failure but claim for themselves private and exclusive ownership of success. Now Purple once again feels strong enough to abandon the world of the undead (politically) and almost devour Yolanda Diaz’s wayward and nefarious daughter. They are determined to prove that if it comes to extremes, no one on their side of the fence will overpower them.

Podemos provokes anger – its natural state – as easily as Vox, on the other hand, does. Just the same but with less pretentiousness, without the naïve, corny, epic “Outlander” style streak, Vox isn’t in the Rodelero or Piquetero mode of Tercios, but neither does it feel the slightest need to “assault the sky.”

It seems to me that the Vox Party is reasonably comfortable where it is: as a corrector of the harm done by the People’s Party, and nothing else. Nothing about saving the country, let alone guiding it. Why take these risks if the signals are already convenient and profitable for them? The Vox Party – and I’m talking about those I know on Bamboo Street – are not so much interested in governing as they are in agitating: arousing, channeling and promoting discontent as a cause in itself. This ensures that the property is kept under control without corrosion resulting from subsequent inspection. Because we all know that there is a huge distance between words and actions. I do not think that Santiago Abascal nor those who whisper in his ear are willing to submit to the test of who rules when they assume the role of investigators of the current executive and the next, a role that is much more comfortable. They are skilled at pointing. In this they have no competitor. They are very good, in addition to being helped for no small reason and a lot of frustration: the same thing that poisons some young people who are tired of seeing that the country is getting worse every day and that its future is blacker than the embers of a fire from hell (‘Martin Fierro’).

I don’t know if Vox-Podemos has really shown that it has nothing real to offer young people. What he has shown is that he knows how to fish in this turbulent river of an economy numbed by Europe, low salaries, fake houses, and the hum of a country sliding down the slope of its frustration. Between heralds of anger and prophets of disillusionment, young people are feeling their way toward a future that no one seems ready to build. Perhaps most tragic of all is that they no longer even trust those who say they are coming to save them.