Its main characteristic is to charge everything that separates politics from war: the forms. It is resentment elevated to a grand spectacle, it is the humiliation of the opponent, it is the bragging of who has the lever, it is pursuing the destruction of the other side, it is - in short - the dream of any tyrant, but without going through the shots, bombs and civil war. The deformed shapes, twisted until they can no longer be recognized. The forms made small by the will to power and the hyperbolic representation of harsh leadership.
Lesson and book example: Díaz Ayuso's team preventing Minister Bolaños from accessing the tribune of authorities at the May Day parade in Madrid. Break the forms and impose "el trágala" - as they say in Spanish - on the other.
The friend-enemy logic turned into a reality show for the use and enjoyment of the parish and as a warning to boaters. The ghost of Carl Schmitt dancing a xotis on the Gran Via, the temper of primitive falangism disguised as a protocol alibi and canny Trumpism enjoying itself bravely. And all carried out with the pretending hooligan attitude of the new right, the same ones who sell to young people that it is not at all wrong to be called "faxa" for doing the opposite. It's punk politics.
Punkies, but not donkeys. The motto of Ayuso and his team is not "no future". His motto could be "no pact". It is the evolution of a sentence with which Aznar summed up his modus operandi: "First you win, then you agree". This was the case from the absolute majority she obtained in 2000. With this, the regional president of Madrid intensifies polarization, fishes for Vox voters and, in passing, as Enric Juliana points out, sends a murky message to Núñez Feijóo , a conservative stuck at the throat of an alien strategy.
Even if it looks like enthusiasm, what stirs Ayuso is something else. It's hopelessness turned into a flamethrower. Diego S. Garrocho has explained very well, in the newspaper ABC, that with anti-Sanxism as the only flag, no one will go very far.
Today, Ayuso embodies the desire for destruction that has displaced conservatism in the verals of the democratic right, to the point of confusing it with the ultra-right. Hopelessness and kick. The punk politics that tries to ride out all the unrest from a theater of abrupt gestures, insulting and intended to feed the hooligan drive of every voter.
In a delicious essay on the art of politics, Édouard Balladur, who was prime minister of France, asks "what price must be paid" for victory in the elections. Exhibiting exemplary moderation, he summarizes the advice as follows: "The politician can choose to stay out of a battle that resembles boxing, without rules or decency, he can choose to remember the challenges of the competition without lowering himself to the level of the opponents , mark the contrast with the prohibition of certain attacks, try to preserve dignity with distance. This way he will maintain his self-esteem; it is not certain that they will thank him, not even those who support him, who want to win no matter what”.
Ayuso does the exact opposite of what the Gaullist leader formulates. His horizon is victory by KO, the one in which the rival disappears from institutions and photographs. It is no coincidence that, last March, he sent a wasap to the chat of his deputies in the Assembly of Madrid with a very clear message about what needed to be done with the left-wing opposition: "Kill them". And there are metaphors that have the virtue of lighting up the room like a thousand bonfires.
