Toni Nadal doesn't usually speak to please, nor to seek the audience's approval, regardless of whether the audience is his nephew, a group of friends after dinner, or the PP conference. In fact, he has no qualms about contradicting the views expressed because he feels comfortable with disagreement. That's why he stunned the PP congressmen when he said that the language spoken in Mallorca is Catalan, and that what philologists have united, separators cannot separate.
On the other hand, they applauded him when he said: "It turns out that we leave the country's decisions in the hands of people who hate Spain; it's totally surprising." Let everyone speak for themselves, but the recent and multitudinous experience of the Proceso allows us to conclude that the 2010-2019 period was an act of affirmation rather than denial, and he was so polite that the jokes about "not a single piece of paper on the floor" still linger. For every "fucking Spain" you hear, you'll find an exponential number of expressions of Catalanophobia, such as those often, and without going any further, hurled at the Popular Party president of Madrid, Isabel Díaz Ayuso. And going around Europe like the PP does to demand that states not accept Catalan as an official language is quite similar to hatred, and for some people, self-hatred.
Nadal was referring to the influence of the pro-independence parties on Sánchez. But it turns out those parties are there thanks to votes that are worth as much as Mr. Nadal's, so there are two ways out: ask why so many people want Spain to leave their homes, or let them vote without police violence to see whether they leave or not. Nadal confuses hatred with the defense (with fewer weapons, by the way) of an identity. And it counts, because when people in Spain talk about hatred, they are unrestrained. Remember the remedy from that chat with retired military personnel where one wrote: "I'd love to shoot 26 million sons of bitches."
