With the same curiosity with which I awaited this year the Pedroche dress (none) or the new song by Van Gogh’s ear (same), I was waiting for the now classic Christmas edition of Cachitos de iron y chrome. Lack of expectations … This was due to my preconceived clairvoyance: flaps with increasingly bad jokes on fragments of increasingly watched musical performances.
I found it very funny at the beginning, when the comments were clever jokes with popular and current references combined with scathing criticisms of those in power based on the RTVE archives. Nostalgia and bad mood, a good formula.
I began to lose interest when the change of government meant that the target of his satire also changed, making it clear that the admirable humorous criticism of the rulers was nothing more than a musical mockery of those who think differently. As luck would have it, for what is so reviled today, political alternation, they did it correctly while the one they hated held power, seeming to give courage to what was nothing other than ideological activism. Since then, there has been no trace of criticism of the Government and its actions, and all of this towards the rest of the political parties.
Watching him was already like sitting in the schoolyard lazily eating pipe while, right under our noses, the bully slaps the puny gafotos in the face and sucks the headmaster. I wasn’t going to see it, I said, but after a while, realizing that the New Year’s gala at La 1 was perfectly interchangeable with that of any year (do you remember when the New Year’s special brought together the artists, national and international, who had triumphed during the year?) and without even knowing who the presenters were (do you remember when the New Year’s special was presented by the most famous and prestigious faces of the moment?) I found myself to La 2 to see what was going on. And, to my great surprise, this year, things look like they did at the beginning, which says quite well about the production and its writers.
Was pussy for everyone: for general budgets (“The attitude, like general state budgets, can extend over many years”), for transport (“mathematical problem: an AVE leaves Tarragona at 310 km/h… in which city will it leave you stuck because of a breakdown?”), for Santos Cerdán (in reference to the song “Santo Santo” by Gloria Estefan, “in Ferraz they haven’t carried it for months… apparently it brings back memories “), Ábalos (“they go tighter than the hard drive in Ábalos’ friend’s tracksuit”), Koldo (“Well paid… the concept of 95% of Koldo’s business”), the Council of Ministers (“Everything goes dabuten: the only item on the agenda of the last Council of Ministers”). And, even more surprising, for the government (“Many people with no apparent connection pretend to know what they are doing: a nice metaphor for the coalition government”), the PSOE (“The content of the blondes in Nancy’s Rubias is comparable to that of socialism in the PSOE”) or, mind you, Pedro Sánchez (“The chorus – the song was by David Civera – is an abandoned version of Sánchez’s first letter to the citizens” or “Na na na na na na. response when they ask him what he knew about the plot de Koldo”)) and RTVE (“Now there is no more place for clowns on TVE, they should retrain in political talk shows”).
I think of the names of some who must have choked on the grapes and the first glasses of champagne of 2026. So, Abascal (“Subtitles generated by Santiago Abascal after his speech in support of Le Pen”), Feijóo (“the version that talks about the relationship between Feijóo and the last electoral result is called Nosentera”), Ayuso (“González Amador, in the attic, covering his ears in Ayuso”) or even Mazón (“This bolero by Antonio Machín has had more versions than the after-dinner El Ventorro”) received the corresponding pinch of religiousness, that’s their thing: it’s not about dstop satirizing the political oppositionbut to prevent the untouchables from being, precisely, the executive power.
For me, this substantial change in the program was a pleasant surprise, even if some of the vague ideology was abandoned (“We don’t want Europe to experience a celebration while Gaza is experiencing a genocide” or “With the decision of the state attorney general, many people remained like their suits: checkered”). We are all human. On the networks, on the other hand, things were more divided between those who appreciated it, those who were outraged on one side or the other (some are just amused by the fact that they are attacking the opposite) and those who interpreted it as a sign of a change to come. Has the original Cachitos returned, is he shaded, is he red, or is he the canary in the mine?
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