The constant polls, more or less performative, announce the end of the left in government. A single party will not have enough votes to govern and nothing has been invented, nor would there be time, to solve it.
There is a certain aftertaste in court lies. After the last nail nailed to the planks of Sumar’s coffin, the dreamed-of return to the two-party system is being cherished. It will always be imperfect, it will always need some Basque or Catalan orthopedics, but that was already planned. Bipartisanship is the fuel of the Transition, which was born to be perpetual and which the new lefts, now wasted, threatened when they emerged just a decade ago. A two-party system that if it is reopened will end in turnism and, then, in immobility; the comfort zone of quietism planned and programmed by the transitionals.
The last thing that happened seems to be one of the final acts of Fulanism. But I don’t know, one of the great so-and-so’s has fallen, but above all there remains a certain culture of false left of so-and-so and so-and-so (the latter being understood only in its political meaning). Wanting to sleep is always a good goal for good hygiene, they say that health and the body regenerate, now, however, despite the clumsy movements in the dark, no one can sleep on the left, in fact, it is better not to. sleep The constant polls, more or less performative, announce the end of the left in government.
A single party will not have enough votes to govern and nothing has been invented, nor would there be time, to solve it. The annoying left had the condition of existing to be reduced or even almost disappear and that is what happened – it has had allies within – but the resulting left, cuckoo and submissive, has proven to be unviable. The press conference last Saturday had an air of a funeral that contrasted strongly with those chatty times of hugs, children’s races and bikinis.
Once again, cries of unity sound. Cries of dissolving, of splitting and reuniting into a thousand projects and acronyms, now urged by the urgency of their own errors.
The most optimistic, of which there are, think that all the chaos of the uncomfortable left will end in the PSOE, strengthened as the only option in the face of citizen fear of regression, but I beg to differ. There is a loose left – this is how it was before 15-M – that will never vote for the PSOE; Others believe that everything can be restructured around Podemos. I’m not saying that they don’t pick up many strays and disillusioned people, but second parts have never been good, I’m afraid. Although small can be useful.
On the other hand, cries of unity are heard once again. Cries of dissolution, of splitting and reuniting in a thousand projects and acronyms, in dozens of conspiracies, now urged by the urgency of their own errors that have already become a repeated behavior. It is very difficult, we return to the mosaic, to the nonsense of selfish acronyms in personal capsules.
The guarantors and promoters of the Transition are happy, they have known how to act, easily and cheaply, they have only released carpet, set, croquetero glamor and some powder, and Fulanism has entered up to the hock. Bottles and cupcakes succumbed to older hobbies, showing acquired vices or perhaps hidden ones emerging, now loosened by the ostentation of power and dominance. With already dangerous rates of abstention, with illegitimate agents acting openly against democracy, we face a democracy reduced to a few. The transitionals will sleep better, but if we have to choose it would have to be between a democracy of a few or one where we all fit. It’s not a matter of two. To do this, the left needs a peel, and even a deep and restful sleep.
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