Madrid It should not be the first Tuesday in May that war of the worlds that they promise us the most tense leaders of Puerta del Sol, but an electoral battle between the populists of all ideological fur that are presented to the elections and moderate, who will look for their niche trying not to fall into the simplistic plot of the alpha leaders who are taking over the public conversation with their tremendousness of everything to a hundred.
Elections cannot be a duel in the sun between the right and the left that the nostalgic of the civil war who dream of a Spain of two irreconcilable sides, but, in any case, a dispute between those who make bellicose and tense language a way of life and those who continue to think that restraint and moderation are still compatible with politics show that we have had to live. In short, between the populists and the moderates.
In fact, the unbridled race of Isabel Diaz Ayuso Y Pablo Iglesias to see who it looks like the real son of Donald Trump unleashes visceral passions, but also offers an opportunity to those who still think that politics is much more than a succession of primal slogans and thunderous declarations, and that countries and regions are not governed from Twitter.
And I don’t mean just Angel Gabilondo, which looks like a mix of Aristotle and the Dalai Lama next to this legion of hyperventilates, but to anyone who decides not to inflame the citizens with slogans and proclamations that seem to come from the Napoleonic wars.
This country needs a truce. But above all, those who need it are the Spanish. And if they are from Madrid, I won’t even tell you.
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