Mr. Ramon and Julio Iglesias

These days, everyone's talking about Julio Iglesias, unless he's Spanish (in which case, the blame falls on Pedro Sánchez's wife). He's labeled a "sexual predator," like Jeffrey Epstein, or a "seducer" who went around the world "sleeping around," unable to help himself.

I don't think so. I think we're talking about someone who can no longer go around the world sleeping around, precisely. We're talking about a dirty old man, a slimy, sleazy guy, one of those celebrities of yesteryear who go around the world as if they were still in the eighties, surrounded by a court of happy people who laugh at their every move. That's why, because he's a dirty old man who perhaps can no longer offer anything, there seems to be this insistence—as in the brutal scene of The Feast of the Goat—by penetrating the women who worked in his mansions, but with staples.

I heard one of the witnesses, a cleaning woman, I would say, explain that he expressed this desire to put his fingers inside her. From what she says, he slapped her while doing this, so she begged him not to. The witness repeated the words he used, without paying attention. She says he told her:No, sir, no...~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ...