Spain is a nation that smells more like a republic than a monarchy, a tricolor majority that cannot be stated exactly because to this day, they have not allowed us to express our preference at the polls. Because, although the nationalists of the red-and-gold flag are louder and louder with their proclamations, pointing more to the right when it tends towards infinity than to the center, and much less to the left, the generalized anti-monarchist sentiment outweighs the howl of four onomatopoeic crybabies heirs of Juancarlism.
In the current month of October, this monarchical/republican feeling can be confused with the debut and prominence of Princess Leonor in the military parade of October 12, the day of our national holiday, a particular celebration where there was no shortage of civil guards parading on horseback, a hilarious choreography of the legionaries with “the goat, the goat, the goat’s whore, the mother who gave birth to her, yooo had a goat called Asunción” and their distinguished marked packages preventing the correct blood flow in their testicles, impossible not to look at them and imagine what size those handsome little green men will be wearing, among other troops such as the navy doing a pantomime also inappropriate for this century and the national police walking their dogs on the hood of the car. So that? They and only they will know, but the people applaud anyway.
A day in which the annual parachute jump was also not missing, although this year it did not leave us with any memes crashing against any lamppost, perhaps because it was piloted by a woman and not by bloody men as in previous years, and it did not fail the event either. the famous Eagle Patrol, the chemtrail planes, as some climate conspiracy freaks would say, with the colors of Spain that ordinary people like so much. They fumigate our neurons and our ability to discern! Who cares, Spain is cool and they keep us entertained, that’s what we pay for.
Coming to what is important, according to the media spokespersons, these days it seems that Spain is monarchical to the core thanks to our Leonor, who fits the perfect canons of a storybook princess: beautiful, smart, superficially charming, fragile in appearance with the blue eyes and white skin and at the same time very tough in his Roman costume, with no job or apparent benefit, beyond giving a kiss to a cloth, “flag oath” in military jargon. And here is the new monarchical awakening by a young woman about to come of age and new vase responsibilities; a beautiful Bourbon, something never seen in the hundreds of years of Bourbon history, which awakens a lot of tenderness and emotions for bored people on the couch with the TV remote in hand, even though she has inherited the Pyrenean mother’s napia before having surgery. Let’s hope she keeps it, for her well-being—it’s never a pleasure to go through the operating room—and for our pockets.
Can anyone imagine the Leonor phenomenon if she looked like Paz Padilla? This week, Leonor will shine again at the Princess of Asturias Awards ceremony in Oviedo, she will once again dazzle the public and they will sell her to us as the future heir to the throne, as if the people were not going to give us time to vote between this sin medieval sense or something closer to artificial intelligence. But, above all, cheer up, Leonor!
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2023-10-17 18:18:32
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