PINTORESCO: This, sir, is a country in the back of the world, where all men are born knights or genealogists.
(Sir John Vanbrugh. “Isopo”. C. 1697)
As this year the carnival goes like this, that to dress up you have to take off the mask and that is bad, and on top of that it falls on Valentine’s Day and I can’t go to New York because of the perimeter, I had imposed a theme of meditation on while, seeking moral improvement and relief from lumbago. I hadn’t decided yet, but I was leaning – partly because of my low back pain – for “Brexit and its spiritual effects.” The issue is modern and vindictive of the authentic faith and vaccines sponsored by the EU. I was there when the news reached me that the Princess of Asturias, of Girona, of Viana, Duchess of Montblanch, Countess of CerveraMrs. Balaguer, etc., is going to study for high school in a charming castle in Wales, which is a small province in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. As Max Aub ruled that this is where the baccalaureate is from, I was dumbfounded by such a singular stumble. But I soon realized that this Max was a Republican. And exile, poor fool. So your opinion doesn’t count. Good are the Bourbons for the exiles, unless the exiles are they or their circumstances, legitimate or illegitimate.
The fact is that I have spent months trying to write a serious article about the possible (super) experience of the Crown in the Spanish Constitution, because every day I am more convinced that there will be a choice between a thorough reform or a cataclysm that, perhaps, it will not end the monarchy, but it will turn the monarchy into an extraordinarily serious problem for Spain. For this, it will be enough for people of the age of the Princess of Asturias, etc., to ask themselves about the quality of their Institutes and why they do not have about 80,000 euros – plus shipping costs – to go to Harry Potter school a couple of in-ol-vi-da-bles, in a very rich experience to make friends and friends from all over the world and confessions, the kind that last forever and know a lot, and keep secrets if the flesh is weak and the blue blood. All this in an educated environment, in which almost all are immigrants -but very clean-, and in which you learn to dance waltz, fencing, ride a horse and drink tea by raising your little finger.
I reread myself and tell myself that I have fallen into the topic. And I congratulate myself. Because that’s what it’s all about: the happy Hispanic monarchy, once again, another century, recreates the topic of the goodness of an educational system that carefully distinguishes them from the common of their fellow citizens. The china will be silver or duralex, and they may play rugby or rock and roll and do other things nearby; and if not, look at Diana of Wales, the one with things she knew how to do. But the case is to deprive oneself of existentially understanding what people of his age live, celebrate or suffer in this, his beloved kingdom. Okay, the Consti does not say that they are his representatives, but I do not know later on how much father’s fuss every time the grandfather makes a brown mess, you have to see how angry he gets because he is malicious that he is losing popular favor . (By the way: on the page of the Princess of Asturias, etc., on the website of this unreal and unstructured family, the grandfather comes out even in the soup).
We can always think that the Monarchy is something else, something that escapes, on a silver broom, from the everyday, and that requires a persuasive charisma little given to naturalism and normal friendships – dangerous ones are more suggestive. But I do not believe it. So maybe it was in the past. But is there no one in the schools that they attend to teach them history and explain the changes in society, the economy and politics? Is anyone going to protect what the Princess of Asturias says or does, etc., in the age of globalization and networks? Does anyone suppose that the attributes of the dynasty are of any use in this lethal, liquid world, in which nothing is enduring by itself if not in connection with other matters, and nobody is as he is by mere inheritance, but in unstable connection? with others? The convinced monarchist will think that, precisely, the monarchy serves as a mooring in these unfortunate times, as a vaccine against vagueness, before the fragility of the truth and the uncertainty of democracy. Can be. On the condition that the behaviors that make up durability are not considered insults by a growing majority who end up considering the acts of the crowned as challenges to the pressing needs of those “below.”
I feel insulted. My son will go to high school in a couple of years. What does that girl have that my son doesn’t? And I am one of those who have luck, a stable job and a very decent salary. But not like to choose between the neighborhood high school or a cutie in Wales with a school system far from the laws to which I feel democratically bound. What is wrong with public, egalitarian, common education in Spain? If they don’t understand it intuitively, there is no way to explain it to them: they are like that and they think they deserve it. And they still boast of transparency and the goodness of the choice and of paying the whim. I want my queen, who can never be like me or my son, because for that she has been late, to be able, at least, to vitally understand my son, all the boys and girls who study in Spain. That would be a first step towards being a good Head of State. I want her not to be condemned to having posh friends called to understand only people ideologically directed towards a right that, every time, will be more extreme. This is the problem. That the monarchy, gesture by gesture, is becoming an institution for only one part of Spain. And I do not want that. I am a republican who does not want to change the form of Head of State because, with the horizon we have, it would mean more uncertainty and confrontation. My King, it seems, does not care. Whatever you say on Christmas Eve.
And now to look at data on ucis and vaccines. A consolation. I forget about Brexit – by the way: has the zarzuelera clique taken it into account? -. Any day I put on a patriotic mask and scoff at asking that we reconquer Gibraltar. We don’t have another.
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