In Arucitys (La Sexta) they broadcast the images of Minister Miquel Iceta in Wimbledon, sitting in front of Daniel Craig. Without losing the tone typical of the program (fleeing from drama and political significance), they ironize the contrast between the elegance of both and the possibility that the minister starts dancing frantically. King Felipe VI leads the Spanish expedition to Wimbledon, accompanying Carlos Alcaraz in victory. State diplomacy also seeks the most profitable media visibility: the shadow of the success of others.
Others, like Pedro Sánchez, have to continue breaking stone. In the wake of the polls, he must flirt with supposedly transgressive formats and respond naturally to the questions of two young people – those responsible for the podcast La Pija y la Quinqui – who consecrate a creative youthful informality. They force a whole president of the government to answer earthy and nice questions but also to assume comments that certify illiteracy with impunity as a symptom of cool charisma.
The ammunition of language also runs out. We talk about a "countdown" and a "final stretch" to exorcise the possibility of a diabolic tie that forces a repeat of the elections. That today is July 18 invites you to make reckless speculations. Luckily, the two Spains of that time have pacified to the point of having to accept that this division must include those who do not want to be – a few million – Spanish. In 1936 the world was also experiencing a heat wave that, in North America alone, killed 400 people. In Barcelona, the temperatures were more bearable. La Vanguardia reported a maximum of 31.3º and, in La Pobla de Segur, 37º.
In La Ser, Àngels Barceló interviews Yolanda Díaz, who, impatient, begins by asking for the vote for Sumar. She says that it is a shame that Alberto Núñez Feijoo refuses to participate in a plural debate. "We have time for the comeback," she says. It must be the way to trust that his potential voters are still capable of, despite everything, continuing to deceive themselves with pachydermic doses of optimism. Curiously, Díaz no longer talks about the telephone service to assist men in crisis that she announced a few days ago. She was one of these extravagances in thrall to a grotesque interpretation of progressivism. A progressivism that insists on experimenting with forms of stupidity instead of investing means, energy and work in solving tangible problems (some of which, by the way, have not improved during the mandates of left-wing governments).
Finally, Vice President Díaz makes a vehement –and desperate– call for the vote of women. Her desire sounds very similar to when, on Sunday in Barcelona, Pedro Sánchez demanded the vote of women and young people. Even an optimistic left-wing voter can't help linking such enthusiasms to the updated version of the shipwrecking protocol phrase: “Women and young people – quinquis and posh included – first”.
