Alberto González Amador, partner of the leader of the PP in Madrid, believes, and has stated so in the Supreme Court, that he has been the victim of a political conspiracy whose ultimate goal was to undermine his partner. He accuses another man, Álvaro García Ortiz, the head of the public prosecutor's office, of having "publicly destroyed" him by leaking his affairs, which were, ironically, "not very well leaked": they were murkier than a wine with minimal intervention. "They have ruined my life: either I leave Spain or I commit suicide," he said in his closing statement.
Everyone can feel that their life has been ruined in their own way. I have heard this phrase, above all, from relatives of victims of the DANA storm and car accidents. From parents who have lost children, from children who have lost parents. I think that when the damage is more "moral," you should say that they have "ruined" your life, to avoid cruel comparisons. "Either I leave Spain or I commit suicide" is a very forceful statement. What's most striking is the contrast. Exile or death. Leaving Spain or committing suicide aren't equally serious (or at least not to me). Of course, if my life were ruined by a leak of fraudulent enrichment schemes, and being a member of the People's Party (PP), I wouldn't leave Spain. On the contrary. I'd stroll proudly through Callao. PP voters may not understand other things, but this is something they understand perfectly (just ask Eme Punto). But, naturally, what I have to advise him is to leave Spain. He could go and keep the emeritus king company. A colony of patriotic but tax-evading Spaniards—incapable of paying taxes in the country they love so much—in welcoming Abu Dhabi seems like a possible option. Suicide, of course, I can't advise, understanding, naturally, his great misfortune.
