How do we have to see each other? just one more tweet-stab from a party colleague to feel pity for Pablo Casado, the traditional Trump candidate who has not overthrown Santiago Abascal, the alpha male of the extreme right, but rather the alliance of convenience between Isabel Díaz Ayuso, the Spanish Sarah Palin, with Alberto Núñez Feijóo, the wet dream of the good right of all life to which he has always thrown this that from Galicia they go down to Madrid to put order between so much excess. Married, he says now, has lost his bad headhis lousy political instinct, its inability to drop ballast and its null strategic capacity. It also doesn’t help that have not won a single election on their own merit (for not winning, he did not even win the primaries of his party, it was the leaders who supported him against Soraya Sáenz de Santamaría, who prevailed among the militants), that he did not know what the hell to do with Vox, that his PP is not neither meat nor fish (neither state nor ultramontane) nor his irresponsible political style: blockade of institutions, trivialization of politics and the use of insult as the only argument.
The right-wing leader who almost knocked down a labor reform that had the approval of businessmen has been humiliated, abandoned by almost everyone, after, yes, having left the best phrase of his career almost for the end: “The question is whether it is understandable that on April 1, when 700 people died in Spain, you can contract with your sister and receive 286,000 euros of profit for selling masks”. That is the question, indeed, but it does not matter. Casado has not fallen for being a champion against corruption. He has fallen for the same political strategy that he, as the top leader of the PP, has contributed the most with the aim of regaining power.
Crusade against sanchism
The Spanish right is immersed in a crusade to put an end to what they call “sanchismo & rdquor ;, the form that an old tic has adopted in the 20s of the 21st century: the patrimonial concept of power, the belief that when the left governs is illegitimate, a Moncloa squat is one of Casado’s favorite insults against Sánchez. In that crusade, anything goes (the street mobilization, the institutional blockade, the discredit of Spain in Europe, the defectors, the ‘fake news’, from Cayetana Álvarez de Toledo to Díaz Ayuso), everything is excused (sanchismo is worse than corruption) and if it is necessary to agree with the Devil (Abascal), it is agreed.
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Casado has been taken ahead as he has tried during his tenure to take Sánchez ahead: without anyone listening to his rational arguments, to the blow of emotions, agitating the street against him, encouraging the rebellion of his barons, crying out for the betrayal of his own and with dubious pacts. Ayuso (well, Miguel Ángel Rodríguez) turned Married into a cartoonhe only needed to talk about marriage with Teodoro Garcia Egea as a prophet. Casado’s fate was cast when the right-wing columnists who just a few days ago put him on a par with Churchill they began to call him little less than the useful idiot of sanchismo. From then on, Ayuso and Feijóo only had to let the natural course of things continue.
Beyond the deplorable spectacle of live political and partisan misery (as much as its audiovisual rhythm is addictive even for the uninitiated), the PP crisis makes one thing clear: to the right today anything goes to regain power. For later, yes, there is the second season of the series: the decisive duel for the soul of the Spanish right between the Feijóo and the Ayuso.