I fuck that in Fallas he runs away with fascists

The latest episode of Carlos Mazón's continuous headlong flight has led him to strengthen his position as president of the Generalitat Valenciana through a budget agreement with VoxIn exchange for the neo-fascists' favorable vote, he embraces their ideology on sensitive issues such as the environment and immigration. This maneuver causes deep discomfort among the party's leadership: it disqualifies Feijóo's authority (although the party circulates different versions about how the pact was negotiated), already meager, and provides Mazón with a hiding place from which to protect himself (at least for now) from what seems to be a fall. In this latest twist, we do know where Mazón was: negotiating an agreement with Vox that would ensure his permanence in office. Let us remember that, if he manages to reach 2027 and, therefore, complete his term as president of the Generalitat, Mazón would have met the requirement to be a bona fide member of the Legal Advisory Council for fifteen years. In other words, it guarantees him a payment of eighty thousand euros per year until the age of sixty-seven, when he could retire having earned 1.2 million euros. At this point in his unfortunate history, there's no doubt that this is Mazón's main motivation for clinging to a position he can't hold without being booed and being called a "big deal" every time he participates in a public event. Well, he has this motivation plus whatever he's calculated he can muster in "reconstruction," the mantra he invariably invokes to justify his continuation. They invoke him and also, officially, the PP, given Feijóo's demonstrated inability to rectify the Valencian president's indecent behavior. The more they talk about reconstruction, the more evident Mazón's desperation and the internal disarray within the PP become in everything related to the disaster in the Valencian Community.

On the other hand, by handing over his political future to the far right, Mazón also poses a problem for the PP's state leadership, which is trying to balance its position by distancing itself from Vox, taking advantage of the breakdown, albeit a pantomime, of its governing agreements in autonomous communities and city councils. Mazón's budget agreement with Vox, carried out with shocking frivolity, reminds Feijóo of an uncomfortable political truth: namely, that any possibility of reaching the Moncloa presidency still necessarily depends on two difficult events: the fall of Pedro Sánchez and an understanding with Santiago Abascal. It also reminds him, like a basso continuo, that within the PP there are at least two possible replacements for his leadership: the Trumpism of Díaz Ayuso in Madrid and the moderation (always assumed, because the moderate and centrist PP is a myth that is talked about but no one sees) of Moreno Bonilla in Andalusia. Mazón, with his irresponsible and stupid headlong rush, reminds Feijóo that he is mortal and that, despite the polls showing signs of positive results, there is a bad internal turmoil both within his party and within Vox.