There are concerns that the far-right gang will run out of ideas in the street riot. January seems too long without special days to inspire new acts of cabbage borroka, and February this year is a leap year, with an extra day of sanchismo without eating or drinking. If they celebrate Christmas by hanging from traffic lights and beating the Head of Government with a dummy, what surprise are they planning to surprise us with at Easter? Since the crucifixion would be too predictable, and although it was the least that Pedro Sánchez should have deserved in the opinion of the conveners, the bishops might be upset and the people bored and might end up preferring to go home with the batamanta and Soberano. Prefer the cup instead of staying on the streets below zero by defending national unity.
It must be hard to be on the early bird celebration committee of violent Spain and have already crossed off the list of the coolest ideas: burning photos of Sánchez, inflatable dolls with ministers’ names, twenty ways to tie your red dress, the “I like fruit” stall, doganxe and the nursery rhyme contest with Txapote, taking out grandpa’s gun, lynching the piñata, everyone wears black, everyone wears white, night for fun with trash cans, insults to the police, reciters together against China, against amnesty, brawlers and anger, today’s luxury guests: football fans… I bet tomorrow they will be dropped off in front of the besieged PSOE headquarters with another half-ton of crowdfunded coal. For months in Madrid, because the leader of the executive has behaved very badly this year.
Far-right kale borroka wanted to be different from what has been happening in the north of the country for years with the diversity and creativity of its proposals. A car passed there, a container was burned, things were thrown, we waited for the police and ran away. Always the same, zero innovation. The boredom you feel when leaving the language school, leaving the cinema or finding yourself in a fight under the house. You didn’t even stop to look, you just ran in the opposite direction. Later, under the pretext of freedom of expression, the lives of the participants were not spared and, since there were no social networks, they were not immortalized in short videos. There was no dress code other than pulling your scarf up to cover your face (“Spain is falling apart because we’re coming in dark suits”, “I’m going as a bullfighter because I’m Spanish”), which is no longer necessary. There was no show. This blandness of kale borroca has been maintained for years without the need for recycling or innovation in calls, perhaps due to the weight of ideology. Available has seen a decline since it started in October; There was a clear reduction in participants and this was replaced by the imagination of ultra-organisers. There were only three hundred people on New Year’s Eve, but with their beaten Sánchez dolls, they managed to carve out a place for themselves in today’s world dominated by Cristina Pedroche’s swimsuits. His ability to attract attention, magnified further by the meticulous reactions of his opponents, should be applauded. If they can’t think of anything good for a fun fascist Carnival, they can go straight to the funeral of a sardine with Puigdemont’s face on it and they’ll be sure to rock it again.