It is Friday afternoon. I am in my hometown, La Coruña. The sun has just gone down and unfortunately this northwest corner of Spain must not have been affected by global warming. It was not a good idea to wear shorts. I sit down to this chronicle with a whiskey, mostly to avoid freezing. Frozen journalists are like frozen fish. If you bite into one, you can be sure it’s frozen, but you can’t be sure it’s fish. And I am in no way suggesting that you go around biting journalists.
The polls predict that socialist Sánchez, the biggest liar in the history of Spanish presidents, will not get enough support if the moderate right and the unapologetic right wing unite their votes on Sunday.
When you read this it will be 24 hours before the general elections in my country. These are not just any other elections. Spain is the only government in Europe with communists in it and, if all goes well and God helps us, on Sunday their names will be added to the list of the unemployed. I expect that on Monday they will be handing in their CVs at butchers’ shops all over the country.
All this is not just a Spanish affair. A shift to the right in Spain could be the beginning of change in Europe, and also in America. Giorgia Meloni’s arrival in Italy was a fundamental step to begin to undo the woke-environmentalist tangle that for the last few years has been woven over our liberties by left-wing governments, social democrats, and some center-right idiots. But Spain would make Italy no exception. A Spanish government with Feijoo (PP candidate, center-right) and Abascal (Vox candidate, right-wing) together could team up with Meloni to stop the legislative madness that Brussels is imposing, and which make Biden’s eyes sparkle and shine, because every climate or woke nonsense that is signed in the Old Continent, seconds later makes its appearance on the Democratic Party’s list of pending stupidities.
A Mediterranean Europe that turns its back on the left would make us once again Atlantic Europeans, American cooperation could return, and it would even allow us to regain the pulse of the UN, today in the hands of a gentleman who suffers climate anxiety every morning. We might even be able to gain control of the WHO, and send the communist back to his native Ethiopia, and finally ask Xi Jinping where babies come from; i.e., where the hell his virus came from and why he chose not to shut the gates before causing agony across every latitude.
The polls predict that socialist Sánchez, the biggest liar in the history of Spanish presidents (and we have had some real pros in the matter), will not get enough support if the moderate right and the unapologetic right wing unite their votes on Sunday. One small stone can unbalance the whole scales: and we need an urgent change of course in the West. Otherwise, we will only be able to celebrate the obsequies of what was once the light of civilization. And we will probably have to celebrate them by Islamist rite, because if the battle is lost, we Christians will take another step towards the catacombs. And I don’t know about you, but my bones are getting too old for that subway damp.
They watch us from Brussels, from Germany, from France. They look at us from any place where social democrats and communists disguised as environmentalists hold power. And they watch with fear because, although I have little confidence in Feijoo’s anti-woke plan, there is no doubt that Abascal, the equivalent of Meloni, is not going to let himself be intimidated by a few burnt containers in the streets. Because the left is already getting ready: if the right wins they will set the country on fire. Don’t worry, we are used to it. For every bonfire in the streets, we will roast some chorizos, and dance the fire dance.
I like to look out to sea when I write from my city because, behind all that blue body of water, is the United States. And I dream of the day when liberty’s corridor will be open once again, there will be no zombies in the White House, and intelligent and conservative Atlanticism will once again rule the destinies of the peninsula of Spain and Portugal.
Say a prayer for this land that was once a happy Empire, that carried the light of Christ throughout the world, that defeated communism in a war and prevented the genocide of Christians, that knew how to make the transition to democracy without bullets, and that these days, unfortunately, looks more like the backyard of Maduro’s Venezuela than those times of glory and honor.
