Votar en la Comunitat Valenciana o eres del PP o es un puto acto de fe. Y de fe ando escaso, en descubierto, en números rojos que no son tan rojos.
Descartado el Partido Popular por razones de incompatibilidad ética, estética, económica, religiosa and legal, let's review the other alternatives.
The first pursuer, supposedly a few moons away, is the PSPV.
What is the PSPV thing? A party boat soon deeply mediocre. Remember those football teams that reach the last stretch bottomless championship and you do not know if they defend or attack. Has a shield with a history, but that shirt pissed away to win games and mobilizes the rival fans, even for what may be atavistic threat. Also to those boxers who dangerously accustomed to kiss the canvas and do not feel safe outside their horizontal up. One thing is the dignity of the defeated blah blah blah, and another to be a package. Packages do not like anyone. No fatal blonde conquer when you are already dawn and closing and the last ice water glass. Only slightly sickened by the gorilla that will launch the wet asphalt with a grimace of disgust.
The PSPV should define a strategy and carry that passion, all all costs.
If you want to oppose destructive cojo. But then we must not fail to send the latest opponent to hell with fixed bayonets. That was the strategy of Aznar in the early nineties. Glib but effective. They do not know. They serve the dish in pan (Gürtel, Fabra, Alperi, Orange Market, waste, health, education, and above Rus Spain) and lack teeth.
want to make constructive opposition, because even better. Then every day must embody a vast effort to explain their project of society, what is its turn to the left, what will be reality one day after governing. What Anguita called program, program, program. Neither are good for that. Because they have no project. Only fear.
When mildly criticized the PP thundered F1 F1 Will not you? speak ye. And did not say. Silent as whores by a handful of votes. When the VCF accused enemies of the people of Valencia, fell silent again as whores. When the statute, silent as prostitutes and then ran to mourn for his honor outraged. The problem is that not intended PSPV else to do the same as the PP but the pasta ends up in your pocket. With cases of urban corruption three quarters of the same. Are the same dogs and almost identical necklace. Until the PSPV no longer a den of technocrats flowerpower and define themselves, until they give preference to the substance to the image, until they know what the hell they want to do, do not count.
The following training is endearing. Commitment, shabby umbrella under which the U.S. wet Bloc and was stillborn. Needed months to close a deal because they pissed, I think, for who would be number 3 for Alicante. Bravo. Stupendo. It was a formidable statement of intent. As for the reasons of Europe they know. Divided into Esquerra i País, remnants of the fundamentalist wing Projecte obert people only needed to finish Morera set fire to roost. Now tell me that Gloria Mark and does not dye his hair and does not talk to taxi drivers. She wiped out critical voices. She'll know. And the Bloc? What the hell is the Bloc? As soon as they define what is for them to Valencianism what their political and social and cultural project we will begin to talk. At the moment niet.
Outside the parliamentary spectrum coexist various political forces of the mask. On one side the extreme right. No comment. Cover your nose and keep walking, please. After the hanging of the coverings, the bullfighting and big-nosed game lords over fifty who learned to drive with a seat panda. These do not count.
Across the ring, nationalist and regionalist. ERPV which is a bit like the fake brother of every wedding, which came to drink the free beer and see if she bites her panties off to the bathroom to Lupe, the chambermaid frivolous. UV, dead. CV, dead. ONV? Well, apart from that I have personal affection Carles Choví their training not offer me much. On the one hand a rather timid attempt to overcome the language conflict. In the remaining subjects ... a second that I read the program and now I come. Give the impression of being one arsonist fireman who lived in a small hole. Remember the song? I do.
So in the upcoming regional I have it fucked. Very fucked up. I think I need to come Leire Pajin to clear my doubts.
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