They have even found a figurehead in the form of a smart girl who seems to have been torn from the profile of a junkie from the eighties or nineties. The stage is not foreign to him: for a long time, years, two faculties of the endearing Complete they seem, more than university campuses, drug ghettos in bulk. In Information Sciences and Politics there are subjects who, as Purse o Iglesias, they export the revolution for others while they are rich the back deceiving the most imbecile bourgeoisie, a troop whose first reaction is great fear, it is not going to be that these criminals of politics are serious and, if nothing is left to them, they set up a gulag in the University. In this environment, with this breeding ground, the aggression against Isabel Diaz Ayuso. “Nothing was improvised,” a teacher confessed to him, who looked like a a pen of the ancients, to a clueless pen sent by his means to contemplate the execution of the Madrid president. The organizers of the sarao have achieved (which is why they are happy) that the tribe of well-intentioned people that inhabits our most drugged society reproach the direction of the Faculty for not granting the title of “illustrious” to Ayuso and some other colleagues, but that the practical realization of the act has now been held. “With which she is falling”, say the bean fools who would have preferred the president of Madrid to have stayed in the Puerta del Sol.
They are unaware – or if they do, they disdain the fact – that this title, which only recognizes an illustrious presence in society, was offered to Ayuso two years ago and until now the appropriate day had not been found to place it on his lapel. It is curious: what the chronicler knows is that the interested party knew the day and time at the same time as a cell of ultra-left thugs from the university faculty. It seems that the dean was not too careful to invest his own decision with zeal.
The drillers were homing in on the details and this gave time to all the perroflautas in the country (subjects of various kinds were concentrated there) to organize the most formidable campaign of harassment and demolition that has ever been articulated in a university campus. It is true that once Felipe Gonzalez, at the time President of the Government, managed to arouse regular rejection of himself, but nothing like the one that Ayuso had to endure this past Tuesday. At that time, if the pernicious networks of the batman gallows, were only a preview of what they now contain. The networks this time called their faithful to a rally against the “fascist Ayuso” and the media that control the aforementioned Iglesias and Monedero expanded the species throughout their own and associated venues. Those bodoques to which we have referred have still placed, after the brutal escrache, the label of “spontaneity” to what happened in Journalism. But, as a smart villager would say: “Are we stupid or what?” Who would think that the leaders of the Faculty had entrusted their number one, the marginal girl, with the declamation of the act?
Not; that was a dress rehearsal with everything. So much so that even the poor Juan Lobato, general secretary of the Madrid socialists who until now had shown a certain good sense, had the answer ready. In other words, the victim was to blame. It may be that Lobato is so young, so inexperienced and also so limited that he did not take into account that his reply: “Ayuso has come to provoke” is a clone, a copy of the one expressed by the lead circle that protected the ETA assassins every time that some brave guy Miguel Angel Whitetype Gregorio Ordonez he dared to preach the good news of freedom in the Basque Country or Navarra. I will recount an event, a tremendous personal experience that is still with me: one night in June at the beginning of the eighties, this chronicler was having dinner in Getaria, the Elkano Restaurant, the temple of turbot, with a regional deputy from UCD. He had just come from being harassed at the university center where, in fits and starts, he insisted daily on teaching classes that nobody really seemed interested in. Well: as I greet the other diners, he said playfully: “Bring me a glass of wine to see if that’s how I’ll drink it.” The “drink” was that two hours before the most radical nationalists had threatened him calling him a fascist, also giving him an imperative: kampora (outside). My friend refused to be afraid, he didn’t even have an escort.
That happened at ten o’clock on a Tuesday night, seven hours later, three assassins blew his head off on the stairs of his own home. Effectively, kampora; they had thrown him into the other world. His sin of him? Being a provocateur, a hero willing, for example, to defend the unity of Spain behind the rocky mountains, in the rising Basque Country This memory has been haunting me -sorry as always for the personal appointment- in these hours after this escrache to Ayuso that it did not end in tragedy because the Police were able to prevent it. Ayuso is a provocateur, she says what she thinks and brings together a huge portion of Madrid fed up with the mafia dominance of the left.
What she has suffered this week is nothing more than the dress rehearsal with everything that awaits him until the elections May and probably after. “Let’s go for it all” declared the felon Sánchez solemnly after his hecatomb in Andalusia and faith that he is complying with it. There are still people who believe that they are going to settle for stealing our money through a clearly confiscatory Treasury, and thus make oak tree, and buy the votes of the electoral concurrence. Those are nonsense or does anyone believe at this point that the CIS of the shameless Tezanos or are Indra directly from Sánchez innocent? AC! They are prepared to prevent, if we let them, the traitor from leaving power. He, from his cabinet of wickedness in which the ashy altar boy acts bolanos, has articulated a plan that includes everything. And everything is everything. “What?” You may wonder, because the chronicler’s humble response is this: “I don’t know: my brain is not enough to prevent the horrors that are brewing in yours.” Ayuso has been nothing more than the protagonist of the general rehearsal with everything, the embryo, of what we are going to suffer. She, Ayuso, in the first place as long as Sánchez is not evicted from the power that he stole in a lying motion of censure.
