Spain returns to the trenches due to the disappearance of a television program, Save me. The opinions for and against the decision adopted by Telecinco are so bitter and visceral that one cannot help but wonder if this mobilization would take place to defend other, much nobler causes. For some, the goodbye of the program is great news that ends with the most emetic trash TV. For others, a drama that silences the best entertainment program in the history of television. A paradise in which reds and fags roam free, moreover, or, on the contrary, a machine for progressivism capable of stopping the ultra-right. Seeing is believing.
You will not see me mourning the end of the program, because I always prefer to stay between the pages of a book, but also because ‘Save me’, when I looked to see it, was never the object of my devotion. Neither in its beginnings, when the format innovated in pink journalism, nor when it later became degenerated into geek characters I don’t even know who they are and collaborators turned into protagonists. Both of them shout so much that they give a headache and have made insults their way of life.
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I will not miss the egotistical histrionics of Jorge Javier Vázquez or the tiresome vulgarity of the people’s queen, Belén Esteban, nor will I miss the partisan use by politicians of a television program with a diminished audience.
To the defenders of the program who have organized a demonstration with the slogan SálvameNoSeToca, I will say yes, it is touched, because the channel has freely decided so and because the history of television in Spain has already turned the page on this format. . It is expected that the program that will replace it will offer decent and quality entertainmentthat can please those who have converted to ‘streaming’, and is not a mess that ends up doing good to its predecessor.