Fratricide is a hard drug. It has anthropological precedents that make it a tragicomic method to understand reality. It is also the provider of much audiovisual content, which finds in the disagreements of the PP a noisy and cheap raw material to attract the interest of the audience. Carlos Herrera revels in the legitimate satisfaction of having brought Pablo Casado and Isabel Díaz Ayuso, protagonists of the brawl, to the Cope studios.
On other stations, the conflict is analyzed from a peripheral passion, which reproduces the map of trenches and fuels the stridency that contributes so much to the discredit of politics. The authority of the comment has more to do with the analyst’s hunting curriculum than with ethical and journalistic rigor. The expectation that circulates: that the acolytes gathered with the hard core of Pablo Casado end up betraying and stabbing him. The decisive element will be –experts say so– Alberto Núñez Feijóo.
There should be a tarot card to define Teodoro García Egea
with agility, Frequently asked questions (TV3) interviewed Esperanza Aguirre and Cristina Cifuentes, former presidents vintage affected by the machinery of crushing politicians without going through the polls. Cifuentes connected from a back of bookshelves while Aguirre chose a more palmist setting, with fortune teller candles, ready to predict the future. The cards were predictable: the hanged man, the devil and an explicit and spiteful demand for resignations (of the hanged man and the devil, of course).
There should be a tarot card to define Teodoro García Egea. It is by far the most interesting element of this story. They have turned him into the typical B-movie villain that everyone holds responsible for everything. There are tertulians who speak of him with such familiarity that they call him Teo. Theo It is also the title of that collection of children’s books that has marked so much, for better and for worse, the turbulent psychology of our children.
I, to García Egea, have sympathy. One of his first moments of media fame came when he won the world championship in olive pit spitting. In 2008, in Cieza (Murcia), García Egea showed an extraordinary talent for, propelling himself with his whole body, propelling the salivated olive bone up to twelve and thirteen meters. Apparently, he seemed like a useless talent, a Celtiberian extravagance worthy of being included in Luis Carandell’s anthologies, a shortcut to combat boredom and get on the show? And what do you know how to do? ? by Jose Maria Inigo. But later, seeing with what rigid solemnity García Egea launched statements of spiral rhetoric and tried to justify what is unjustifiable, you understood that there is a paranormal logic between olive pits, the art of conspiracy, karma and fratricidal intrigues.
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