It is not clear, they tell this chronicler from the Basque Country, that Andoni Ortúzar, so many years since the events of The mail to the Presidency of Euskadi Buru Batzar, wants to suffer the same fate that has been imposed on him, arm in arm with the powerful Itaxo Atuxahead of the PNV of Vizcaya, and of the sempiterno proetarra Guipuzcoan Joseba Egibarto a man who never dreamed of being Lehendakari and above all, who not even in his most intimate desires thought of staying for years and years in Ajuria Enea, Iñigo Urkullu.
Ortúzar does not seem to have anyone to tighten the rope as he has tightened it to Urkullu to, calculatedly, intone the command that “we must rejuvenate the party”, he who has been in the House of Sabino for a couple of five-year terms. Ortúzar, from chinchetilla for life and politics (now I explain what his definition consists of), he has little bibliography presented because you get him from “We are a nation” or the “PNV is the backbone party of Basque society” and the truth is, the man gives little of himself.
He usually states that the Spanish parties, especially the PP, are unreliable, but he has as many records of betrayal as he and his people. Classic was the demolition operation they plotted against Rajoy after having approved some very philanthropic budgets for his region. Shortly after having elevated Sánchez, Ortúzar met with a group of twisted-fanged journalists, and left them four messages for today's memory. These, first: “We do not regret what we have done”; second, contradictory to the previous one: “We did not imagine that what would come would be this”; third: “We fear, because we see it coming, an institutional crisis”; and fourth: “Catalonia is challenging the constitutional texture of Spain.”
The friendly and playful Ortúzar (he has never been serious about losing weight) will probably deny all these confessions, but boy did he say them! And since that day was strangely witty and bocachancla, presented itself to him and his people effectively as a group of thumbtacks and he explained it like this: “We are good for everything, sometimes to puncture” (Rajoy was a victim of his lethal assaults) “and other times to adjust” (Sánchez is the protagonist of all his blackmail).
No one has defined the party as xenophobic, unbearable and saint-eater like him. Sabino Arana with greater precision. Now the PNV finds itself in a delicate situation: on his day, Ortúzar justified his crime against Rajoy based on the fact that, verbatim: “We cannot be left alone defending your corruption.” Those were the times when a crooked, sectarian and lying judge introduced a blood sausage into a sentence to condemn the PP to outer darkness, that is, out of power.
The PNV, which no one has ever reproached for its foolishness with betting, lotteries and other Basque games, hated corruption at that time (victory of the motion of censure against Rajoy) but at the present time it has put aside those scruples and They are silent as the dead in the face of the scandal that polarizes in Spain the quartet formed by Sánchez-Abalos- Santos Cerdán- Koldo, the whorehouse thug. Not a word.
On Tuesday, the Congress of Deputies was stupefied contemplating that Esteban Bravo, in the great sanctioning session of the sanchismo golferías, was referring to who knows what outstanding accounts with the central power, now that they have received the commuter trains and I don't know how many more gifts. Not a word came out of Don Aitor's mouth; That day, his PNV was not clicking, he was adjusting to the new reality of garbage dump Spain.
The new reality is nothing other than the dreaded April 21, the date on which the polls open in the three Basque territories. From now on, you will see, neither Ortúzar's old party nor the sinister ETA member Egibar will launch a single blow of condemnation for the widespread corruption fair that is personalizing their coequipier Pedro Sánchez.
The PNV can't get enough of its shirt because Bildu's brutal partners, real sons of criminals like Antxon o Vealthey are about to eat their snack, they have launched an obscure official of pure Castilian roots, Pradales Gilto see if they can stay the macho man for a while longer, but what they won't explain is why they are taking on their two probable allies, on the one hand, the agonizing PSOE whose card is not the unknown Andueza, but rather that comedian Patxi López who applauds Sánchez (“Do you know, Pedro, what a nation is?”) and who roars with the authentic fury of the converts.
They are also rehearsing the more than likely agreement with the residual Basque PSOE and, whatever they say, pleasantries are exchanged with the separated brothers of Bildu. Pradales Gil, who likes his forced name of Imanol like Esteban Bravo's that of Aitor, has been recommended by the party's marketing experts to go through the three provinces with humility as his flag, asking for forgiveness in case at the General Meetings. has behaved badly with someone. Even in his walk he resembles, to his certain misfortune, Pedro Sánchez and that, of course, is not likely to work in his favor; He does not have the aquiline architecture of a Basque from Beasain, let's say, for example, the better pose of an Andalusian from Jerez, although he lacks the curls at the nape of his neck.
Of course, to contrast, to give one of lime and another of sand, a specialty of the PNV more than cod pil-pil, they already have a coastal lady, number two of Egibar, whose name is María Eugenia Arrizabalaga, which is marking insults against everything that smells of the hated “Madriz.” The lady has had the painful task of justifying that the PNV is aligning with the PP in the rejection of the state Housing Law, but she has been very careful to put this cheap and village coda: «Spain is going to get into our homes, “He's going to decorate them for us, but, yes, he's going to apologize if it doesn't look pretty.” Sublime statement.
Lot chinchetillas They are prepared to remain silent while their partner of all these years, the PSOE of the repulsive Sanchismo, have covered themselves with masks, and while they do not find the opportunity to cheat on the boys of La Moncloa, they have fun taking their livers out. In the Palace there is no longer that explosive firecracker of Ivan Redondo who has offered himself more times to the PNV (“Mama is from the party”) than any foreign coach has offered to Real Madrid. The thumbtacks They can hit themselves in the spring for the benefit of Bildu and look how things are: in the rest of Spain there will be plenty of people who will be happy. And they are thumbtacks to the pendants on the lower floor