At La Cope, Sergio Barbosa opens Monday with a harangue about Yolanda Díaz, the ubiquitous protagonist of today. Following the acid rebuff of Carlos Herrera, Barbosa does not bite his tongue. He qualifies the presentation of the Sumar platform as a gospel ritual, with ramblings of exacerbated evangelism. He is not the only one who is angry with Díaz. All the news broadcasts reproduce, with discretionary vigor, the words of the PP spokesman, Elías Bendodo: "Yolanda Díaz is Pedro Sánchez at four in the morning". After repeating the sentence so much, I realize that I don't understand it. It happens often: spokespeople get lost in spirals of loquacity that may connect with a select minority of experts but confuse the common, pedestrian and mortal of voters.
On RAC1, on the other hand, Jordi Basté (who gets up at four and is always Basté at four in the morning) takes advantage of the presence of Pablo Iglesias in his line-up of talk shows to broadcast the song Yolanda, by Pablo Milanés. It's a song that did a lot of damage (or: a lot of good) in the mid-seventies. It also served as a seduction strategy, for a breakup, a ceremony of sentimental victimhood, an abscess of solidarity cursing or to justify those cassettes of musical harassment that we almost always gave away for nothing.
With a rhetoric that combines the choice of traumas and a polyvalent paranoia based on real events, Iglesias explains his differences with Díaz. And he does it from a theoretical rigor far removed from the empowered smiles that presided over Sumar's presentation. Bendodo also said that in Sumar everything divides and everything divides. In this, history proves him right. The left always lets you choose between being devoured by your fellow cannibals or your cannibal brothers. Remember that anthropophagy and cannibalism are not the same thing. The nuance is important: cannibals feed on human flesh and cannibals devour those of their own kind, at four in the morning and whatever time it is.
By the way: Milanés dedicated the song to Yolanda, the woman he married and shared three children with. The relationship lasted six years because the grandiloquence of great loves is like politics: starting from certainties and seemingly indestructible euphoria, everything wears out and degenerates into ruptures that, in the case of the left, tend to be painfully fratricidal and grotesque The motto is not "until death do us part", but "until life do us part".
Oh, there is also the moment when, driven by euphoria, Yolanda Díaz said she wanted to be the first president of Spain and how she prefixed the adverb humbly. In RAC1, Màrius Carol says: "Humility was invented by the envious". And it is already known that, for pure consistency, bragging about humility is an act of misleading advertising.
