Stop worrying. After the announcement by the Americans – who else? – that we are at the gates of a world with access to a clean and endless source of energy thanks to nuclear fission, any hustle and bustle on the political board must seem to us, yes or yes , a trifle.
A new referendum? A definitive agreement on the law of animal abuse? An attempt to renew the Constitutional Court with a hammer? Stop teasing us. Now that we know that one day we will be able to put the heating back to 26 degrees to roast and the refrigeration to 17 to skin ourselves, these little things have stopped making us lose sleep. The Odysseys and the Iliads of the future will not speak of congresses, senates and parliaments. They will explain that humanity was saved thanks to nuclear fission and the vegan burger. Warm up and eat without endangering the planet. Goodbye climate change. We already have it. Let's dance, happy sevillanas, everyone let's dance.
Only with something will have to be entertained to kill time until then. Oriol Junqueras has decided that the best way to pass the time is to revive the threat of unilateral independence if the referendum attempt agreed with the State fails. It's a great idea. Catalonia can waste another five years walking towards that goal and then five more trying to cut the criminal bill for those responsible for the mess. A practical example: Marta Rovira can return from Switzerland tomorrow, shout and cry again at the meetings of the future general staff of process 2 and then return to the Swiss country and see you next time. So until the end of days.
Republicans practice the Scottish shower. Aragonès manages the cold water tap and Oriol Junqueras the hot one. To the PNV, but with less grace and the uniform of the left. What is less graceful is not because of the talent, but because of the lack of experience. Being on the road is always a plus. It will come. It's a great strategy to keep Tyrians and Trojans happy. Each militant or sympathizer card listens more attentively to the speaker that sounds best to them. From the melodic pop rock of Catalunya Tota by Pere Aragonés to the trash metal of Oriol Junqueras on days when he has a big breakfast.
This way of doing things, like all of them, is effective until it ceases to be. One day you wake up sleepy and after flushing the toilet you discover too late that your credibility was in the toilet. Everyone has stopped believing you because what a day before was understood as a clever way to manage complexity in several voices has come to seem simply a dialectical scam. Be careful then with the management of ambiguity, if not contradiction, always present in any political project.
As it is also in the new municipal adventure of Xavier Trias. JxCat recovers the multipolar expression of its sensitivities. To try to achieve a good result in Barcelona, they return to the old Convergència after genetic selection of the last active purebred specimen. The party, it seems, has lived its particular Christmas Carol. Jordi Turull has visited future Christmases and has seen that there was no nougat, no cava and not even panettone if they continued on the same path. That is why Trias returns, to whiten the revolutionary drive of the formation. JxCat promises in the Catalan capital the same as Brazil on its flag: order and progress. We must recover the votes of those who were previously excluded from the project because they were too temperate, right-wing, or not very committed to the phantom republic. The Trias campaign is done. For the sensitive: we must repair the injustice of not renewing his mandate with the fake news from his account in Switzerland. For the haters: the only candidate who will not agree with Ada Colau. They are not bad cards. Especially if the drunkenness is erased from the campaign and the citizens turn a blind eye to the contradictions accumulated by the candidate's acronym.
Too bad that none of this matters anymore having to touch infinite, clean and cheap energy. So run to the society pages. There will be nothing to blame him for.
