It was a rather unremarkable day for the break-in in Spain. It was very similar to the other days, there are quite a few of them, in which our beautiful country fell apart when the Spanish representatives in Congress approved something that the anti-Spanish people wanted. The students continued to look at the congress lions from the opposite sidewalk, some protesters used the multitude of cameras to express their demands, some tourists took photos and curiously gave compliments and praised those they liked and gave those they liked disliked, fewer accusations. I don’t like it: remember that hatred is usually practiced more anonymously, it is timid and certainly many of those who have passed through the door of the Congress are those who believe that Spain is broken because it speaks Catalan in the Congress , while going about the same daily routine from the day before and that they will do it the day after. Because Spain collapses strangely and the next morning things go back to the same way as they did in the evening.
A Tuesday in September is a day like any other to overwhelm the forces of good and impose the language of Satan in the house of empire. Etarras speak Basque, separatists speak Polish and even some Galician anarchist terrorists speak the language of the Meigas and Santa Compaña. All this happened at the same time in the nest of Aznar, Ayuso and Jiménez Losantos. The logistical mess predicted by some was solved by two screens in the room that subtitled the MEPs’ interventions in real time and by simultaneous translation devices that worked perfectly.
Yes, the administrative chaos is limited to watching a film in its original version with special effects. The congress is now like an immersive film because you can see the Vox MPs squirming in their seats as if they were vampires who had opened the castle curtains at lunchtime. The spectacle that a Chamber session offers us has improved significantly in this new season. There could be an entrance fee and the anti-fascists would happily fund the ridiculous cost of simultaneous translation just to watch the fascists hyperventilate and feel inside themselves the national-Catholic Spain they long for is falling apart because a deputy speaking Catalan where Tejero came in and shot at the church ceiling. Nothing is respected anymore.
The first show of the new session was to find another excuse to buy cheap gin and tonic at the bar. Being a Vox MP means finding some justification that allows them not to work and go blind. The performance consisted of leaving the hall and leaving the simultaneous translation equipment in the seat of Pedro Sánchez, who was absent. Some deputies, men of course, threw them with blatant force to see if they could hit Yolanda DÃaz, who was sitting in the seat next to them.
Fascinating, ignorant, violent and lazy. The scene ended up defining Vox as a few ushers had to come in to clean up all the mess the deputies had made. Young men make stains and little guys clean up their shit. There has never been a clearer picture of what a fascist MP is. There is a lot of historical, symbolic and reparative justice in the fact that it is the language of Castelao that purges the chamber of fascists. They breathed better, the Congress was healthier, it became the cradle of forgotten and undervalued culture while driving away this group of fascists with only the musicality of their words.
There is no better way to do politics than to destroy the right and corner it with the far right by expanding the cultural space and expanding it through linguistic diversity. Without confrontation, but simply expressing yourself in the immense linguistic diversity of our country. Spain today is better, more diverse, more representative and much richer. We Spaniards are much more proud of our country with a Congress in which every single citizen, regardless of their language, feels like they see it represented at the seat of national sovereignty. Spain is a better country and besides we didn’t have to see fascists crying and shouting from their seats.
