Decomposition

All bodies or entities, with or without physical life, such as animals, plants or collective organisms of any kind, when they lose their life or the essence of their existence disappears, they begin a dirty and unstoppable process of decomposition and transformation into other types of putrefactive substances or fetid residues until they reach total degradation and are usually reduced to dust or nothingness. 

Well, it is precisely in this process and in its final stages that Spain finds itself. An old country, but with a young democracy, still in a phase of settlement and development, with a great future ahead of it, but which has had the bad luck to fall into the hands of perverse and evil hands, on two occasions, and on another, and I do not know if it is worse than the previous ones, into the hands of indolent, lazy or timorous people, who, lacking the necessary courage and courage, did not adopt the necessary measures so that this dirty drift in which we are immersed would never have a place.  

A dirty, never well explained and at the same time strange, terrorist attack in Madrid in a cold month of March a few days before the general elections - which were more than expected - together with a terrible governmental management and a series of malevolent propaganda and political interests on the part of the socialists and their henchmen; placed and maintained in strategic places in the media, the police and the judiciary - due to the negligence of the rulers in office - meant that in a matter of hours - as has been happening all too often in Spain - the tables were turned and everything was turned upside down, giving power to a visionary abductee who called himself ZP.

A man with no real training whatsoever, a plagiarist and heir to so-called "progressive" policies, brought from across the seas by the "rulers" of once good friends and even brothers, who were already in the process of decomposition and/or were fruitful heirs and implementers of the most reactionary and abject communist policies that humanity has ever been able to endure. 

Someone who based their ideas on breaking with everything that held us together and looking for new ways because, for them, the political world we lived in, however incipient it was, was already the past, something that had to be overcome, banished and forgotten.  

A concoctor of tall tales who based his politics on permanent and stubborn lies, who did not admit the real situation and who strutted around the world preaching the goodness and happiness of an Arcadia that did not exist except in his imagination and that was heading for bankruptcy and European intervention like more than one European country around us that also played with those principles and, faced with the stick, soon had to change. 

ZP, a young, good-looking and well-dressed man, was, and continues to be, like a kind of plague that infects everything, that gets into bodies and minds to spread its evils and theories wherever it touches or appears, even if only from a distance.  

From his evil example and "virtues", many inept people and "nobodies" who followed him to the letter took note of something and someone to emulate; since the interloper, coming out of nowhere, made his career, deceived everyone with his theories and half-truths, thus paving a tortuous but sure path, which in a few years should reach its final goal. 

When all seemed lost and at the very moment that the gunpowder to feed the great and incessant fireworks with which he used to regale us was running out, it seems that people with some seriousness or mental sanity came back and Spain changed radically to ask again that Barabbas be freed from its sorrows and evils, since he had not really played a decisive role in the debacle of the popular years before. 

Thus, we elected and acclaimed - as if it were a Palm Sunday - a certain Mariano who, despite being intelligent, with a lot of positive experience and intellectually well trained, let himself be obsessed with recovering the battered economy and little else. Leaving aside, for later or "sine die", the reforms and derogations necessary to correct the incipient felonies and the steps taken by ZP towards the decomposition of Spain and its total degradation. 

Mariano's attitudes did not please either the Tyrians or the Trojans and, furthermore, he himself, due to his bad head, overconfidence or lack of courage, allowed himself to be dragged into a despicable, albeit legal, motion of censure at the hands of a certain Pedro Sánchez, secretary general of the PSOE, another handsome young man with little experience in the workings of the state who had just been defenestrated in a socialist party in a situation of putrefying decomposition, in which the daggers, the sidetracks, the hatreds and grudges were more than evident and filled with pestilence on all four sides. 

That little man, an excellent disciple of ZP, of good character and with a very treacherous, easy laugh or smile and a very treacherous mocking smile - wearing very tight suits, of ungraceful and poorly tailored colours - who had based his entire scanty and not at all brilliant past on lies, betrayals, favours, rigging and plagiarism, he finally managed to convince the stupefied socialists who remained in the PSOE because they did not know where to go to pasture and, at the same time, to dupe the enemies of Spain into joining him in his aforementioned, initially incredible and more than improbable motion of censure.  

And it was precisely thanks to them that he came out of it with flying colours, on the basis, once again, of a lie and exaggeration put about, without any reason for it, by a judge who had been bought and paid to serve as the basis for a story that bore so much fruit, and was so well wrapped up, that it is still dragging on today, despite not being true and more than five years having passed since then.      

ZP's almost unknown disciple set out to recover the doctrines and predicaments of the master and, as usually happens among the wicked, he soon managed to surpass him and even in his macabre drift without hindrance or restraint has recovered him to his side for national politics despite the fact that his recent past is very dark, muddy and not at all recommendable for someone who had, even if it was not credible, a certain stature and national and international consideration due to the position he held. 

The brilliant pupil has used all kinds of tricks and lies in order to keep his backside in the Moncloa chair, he does not hesitate to lie, to promise not to do something and do the opposite, even if it is hard, incredible and risky, he only succeeds in deceiving the gawking or bought public that votes for him. 

If he sees something that benefits him or placates the spirits of the henchmen who support him with their dirty and stained seats and votes, he does not hesitate to change the laws or make others "ad hoc", as a matter of urgency, without listening to anyone and without praising anyone except the devil or the evil and slimy followers who surround him. He feels untouchable and, above the Law and Justice, he attacks, invades and conquers the institutions to fill them with followers who, without a word of protest, change their previous vote, if there was a negative one, to give him the wave and a thousand bows as if he were a true autocrat. 

The six-month rotating presidency of the EU is now coming to an end. Never in the history of the Union has anyone holding this office done and said so many frivolities and political obscenities of such a calibre. He has antagonised everyone and, at the same time, his gang of fervent servants, disguised as ministers, are constantly putting statements or sentences into the mouths of political leaders and bodies that are neither true nor even close to the truth. 

He is scuttling and burning the ships of our fragile international diplomatic policy and diplomatic trail. He does not achieve tangible results and his failures are presented as successes and praises in and from abroad to be picked up and magnified as such by a whole bought media paraphernalia that gives and amplifies the echo to all his "good deeds" when, in reality, they are failures or resounding ridicule, typical of an imbebebecile sorcerer's apprentice. 

Spain, however much he, his ministers and the chorus of media that accompany him say otherwise, is in a real period and space of decomposition because there is almost nothing left standing or respected; there is no respect for the Law, nor for the separation of powers or for freedom and equality among its citizens and territories; the Government itself outrages the Monarchy, the economy is in the worst situation in its history due to the debt and deficit reached, unemployment is hidden or disguised, education is at rock bottom and not even the language of Cervantes, which has given so much glory and light to our history, is respected.  

But the bad thing about all this is not the above, which it is. What is astonishingly incredible is that, after so many broken promises, lies, betrayals and falsehoods to our history, to the people, to the victims of terrorism and after multiple and ignominious pacts out of personal necessity with the worst of Spain's worst enemies, today the press, not entirely infected, presents a survey of voting intentions from a serious polling company, in which it appears that Sánchez's PSOE, Sanchismo, would once again win the same number of seats as in the last general elections.  

Spaniards are not easily fooled by an inveterate and stubborn falsehood and liar, it is that they knowingly allow themselves to be fooled, they forgive him everything and they don't give a damn what happens to Spain and Spaniards in the immediate future. 

Ladies and gentlemen, eat your bread with your bread. Enjoy the Christmas holidays, spend without restraint and then God will say, although I fear that the God they invoke so much is tired of listening to them and warning them of what is coming, so that one day, not too far away, he will get angry.