There is a big issue that for a few days has divided this country into two irreconcilable halves. What about Ábalos and Koldo? The judicial adventures of the state attorney general? The public housing drought? No, what about Amaia and what about Leire. And when I refer to them I don’t even have to write their last name so they know who I’m talking about.
We are a country that welcomes a good separation, a fracture, a broken love, a humiliation and a resurrection. And what of Van Gogh’s Ear and the dry dismissal of whoever was their singer for 17 years and the supposed return of their original vocalist It shows us why Goya drew us Spaniards with a clean club and why we like a better reality than eating with your hands.
We are incapable of not taking sides. PSOE or PP, Broncano or Motos, Madrid or Barcelona, Ángel Martín or Pantomima Full, Amaia Montero or Leire Martínez. And so with everything. We carry polarization fentanyl in our blood. There is no dispute that does not turn into a war with volunteers willing to shower a load of insults on the enemy to whom we assign the role of villain.
And yes, we had a lot of fun with all these fights broadcast on the television sets and in the reels on Instagram, but sometimes, sometimes, we forget that we rant about people who They do not have to endure that, every now and then, we set up popular courts where we judge their behavior as if we were magistrates of a court of the Inquisition.
And, of course, we forget that one can like Broncano and Motos, Amaia and Leire or that the PP and the PSOE ever agree on something. And not for that, That one is no longer as Spanish as the one who only knows how to think in terms of good and bad.of innocents and villains.
