After the metaphor of the captain who doesn't abandon ship, used in the PSOE committee, came the metaphor of the towel in Congress. Sánchez repeated it four times in three-quarters of an hour: he won't throw in the towel. The towel It could have been the title of one of those erotic songs about bus trips sung by Georgie Dann, but this Wednesday it was an easy discursive resource to make it clear to us that she doesn't give in.
Miriam Nogueras could also have signed a summer song with "No hemos venido a hacer birras" (We haven't come to make beers), although we already knew that, because she always seems angry.
I suppose Feijóo wanted his keyword to be brothels ("What brothels have you lived in?") Shouted so we could see that when he gets going, he has a bad temper. But it doesn't come out. Feijóo is a constant dissonance: when he jokes, it's not funny, and when he calls out, it's too much. In fact, his key word yesterday was dynamite, which he used to destroy the remaining bridges with the PNV after asking them if they were subsidized.
And then there's Rufián, who, after the fires of the Process, has become increasingly embittered until he dominates the parliamentary scene as if he were at his father-in-law's house, and acts as if he were the conscience of the Spanish left, alternating great truths such as "everything you have done, Mr. Sánchez, 'you have done it in the BOE, look at your phone." In fact, this Wednesday, the left asked Sánchez to stand up to the system, because the fascist sphere is eating him up. But the PSOE leader barely had the energy to not throw in the towel.
