Unlucky and a liar, too
Pedro Sánchez Castejón, currently Prime Minister of Spain, is a character who, based on his personal qualities and family, environmental, social, and economic circumstances, could be described—being kind and polite—as atypical or very peculiar.
But in reality, he is not just atypical, he is a complete jinx, and everything about him and the political and family environment he usually surrounds himself with, without exception, is a bluff to be wary of; a true product of lies, cronyism, opportunism, and the brazenness that leads him to accept, without hesitation or qualms, whatever is necessary, even what he repudiated, he rejected or despised just a few years, months, days, moments, or hours before.
It is not necessary, nor is it my intention, to go into detail about the actions and lack of value of this character and his political, economic, and social development, nor his way of working through connections and disregard for efficiency or reward for effort, but rather on sycophancy, cronyism, or sacrosanct adoration of his person in order to obtain one of the thousands of succulently remunerated positions that the administration itself and its active or passive derivatives offer to those who hold power as a tool to place 'their needy' and thus also ensure thousands of votes among the outcasts and the sycophants or the eternally convinced. It is a simple way to continue holding positions that, had he been a normal and upright politician, he should never have aspired to, let alone achieved and enjoyed.
He is, in short, a man whom very few of those who do not owe him any favors, trifles, or perks tolerate, trust, or appreciate. This is why, as is evident, it is practically impossible for him today, without a heavy security detail or having previously planted acolytes throughout the area, to travel through a Spain that is sick of his deceit, changes of opinion, and vulgar betrayals of the deepest political and personal integrity.
He has such a sinister and dark record of service and attitudes that it is frankly impossible to find any politician in the entire world who can match him, except perhaps among those satraps who rule iron-fisted dictatorships or countries abandoned to their own fate, without prestige and full of malice and even self-plunder or destruction, with little or no possibility of turning back.
He is also a perfect jinx; everything bad that happens to Spain happens when he is at the helm of a series of irresponsible and unprepared governments that base their actions and reactions on throwing mud at the opposition, quickly looking for someone to blame in any corner that does not smell of the government, one of its thousands of cronies or that socialist party, which now, after twisting it, twisting it and turning it around so many times that even his own mother wouldn't recognize it.
He has been through everything, including several economic, climate, health, and political crises, declarations of war, and messes caused by the repercussions of taxes and tariffs, and he continues to emerge unscathed because he never assumes his role or responsibility and tries to deceive even the most gullible. In the face of any eventuality, it quickly pulls out the state checkbook to offer billions, which everyone swallows despite knowing full well that it is not theirs, but mostly loans or bank guarantees, and to make matters worse, it is always the same people who are offered them.
He claims authorship of a book, even though he had little or nothing to do with its writing, at best, which I have never read and never will, and which he euphorically calls a “manual of resistance” when, in view of his acts of escapism and lack of professionalism and given the example he sets in his political and family environment, it should be called a “manual of subsistence.” which is not the same thing, because resistance implies a clean effort focused on solving the problem, while subsistence, in its first meaning, is assimilated to remaining, lasting or preserving oneself, and in its second meaning, to maintaining life, continuing to live.
Through his lies, whitewashing, and false promises, he has managed to make people not believe him and even have him pursued by the UN, the US, NATO, the EU, and even several friendly and neighboring countries. Trying to please everyone is no easy task, especially when you try to do so with feints, fanfare, and big lies. These are qualities he inherited from his illustrious master of trickery, the illustrious Zapatero, who, without batting an eyelid, claimed to be winning the Champions League of the world economy when Spain was in the midst of a deep crisis, so great that we have never been able to fully overcome it and it even cost him his job.
He has deceived us with the Covid pandemic, the volcano in the Canary Islands, the economic and social crises, the Filomena storm, the floods in Valencia, and now we are facing a new challenge to his effectiveness in the way and speed with which he usually manages to escape being seen as minimally or totally involved.
'April 28, 2025 marked a turning point in the history of energy in Europe. At 12:38 p.m., the Iberian Peninsula suffered an almost total blackout. The power collapse, whose shockwave reached southern France, Andorra, and as far north as Belgium, was not a simple technical failure. It was the brutal manifestation of a poorly designed system, oversized in ideological ambitions and lacking solid technical support.
The phenomenon, already described as the greatest energy disruption in contemporary Europe, paralyzed critical infrastructure, from rail and air transport to health services. Madrid-Barajas and Lisbon's Humberto Delgado airports were rendered inoperable.
These words are not mine but those of diplomat Gustavo de Aristegui, brilliantly reported in a national newspaper, which describe without acrimony what really happened.
But don't worry, the culprit or culprits will soon be found, in the absence of a leader or region governed by the PP, which I do not entirely rule out. Soon, all of Spain and the whole world will know that, in their opinion, these are the effects of cyber attacks carried out by the evil Russians or the result of the mismanagement of 'private companies' that are dedicated to not investing in the power and security of their infrastructure while earning billions at the expense of the poor and helpless Spanish people.
Incidentally, and as is customary in his circle, there have been no consequences or even the slightest reproach for the fact that Beatriz Corredor, appointed by Sánchez to the presidency of Red Eléctrica Española, - a company controlled by the state as its largest shareholder - has been absent from political debate and the press for two days, nor that Minister Diana Morant - the Valencian who was so demanding of Mazón for 'not being in his place' on the day of the DANA - who, due to her position, should be leading the investigation, digitalization, and technological innovation in Spain, chose to spend more than two hours listening to fireworks and other pyrotechnics, as well as music from popular bands, and toasting with wine and enjoying other local delicacies, even though the blackout, unprecedented in the history of Spain, had already taken effect.
In this case, while Spain was without power and its services were in chaos, the local government of Cullera—with ministerial support—was using the local police and firefighters, but not to resolve the many emergencies that suddenly plagued citizens, but rather to ensure that their mascletá and corresponding brass bands could proceed without any problems or setbacks.
The Spanish, as carefree as ever and after repeatedly mocking the advisability of acquiring a survival kit as recently recommended by the EU itself, once again ran like the devil was after them to stock up on as many bottles of water, toilet paper, flashlights, and candles as possible. On this occasion, as a novelty and given their real effectiveness, a camping stove, a portable generator, and a battery-powered transistor radio like the ones from twenty years ago, because it was proven that in this modern age, it was the only means of connecting with what was happening far from our immediate surroundings.
And then, like a herd of wild or disoriented sheep, everyone was happy and satisfied because, in the best of cases, it took less than ten hours for power to be restored in most of the country. People even toasted to it in the streets, and to celebrate, they hugged each other on the terraces of bars and cafes. What a lack of vision and standards, how sad you make me feel, you are beyond help. Such gestures only show that you have already been won over by the deceiver who, once again, with empty words, without acknowledging any blame and with little or no real content, threw them out into the void in order to mislead the public and as the only sure and effective way to pin such a new, false medal on himself.
Three days later, as if nothing had happened and there were no consequences, most of them have picked up their bags and are enjoying the long weekend, even though a storm is brewing. Until the next blackout, which is sure to come. We are beyond repair, and I think that, given what we have seen, we cannot complain.