All the Mallorcan parties have voted in favor of maintaining subsidies for businesses to label in CatalanExcept for Vox, which hasn't set foot in Barcelona for a while, or it would know, by now, that this is, above all, a way to avoid everything being in English. Toni Gili, the spokesperson, used a flowery and revealing phrase: "It's as immoral for the PSOE to spend money on whores and cocaine as it is for you to vote in favor of these subsidies." Let's leave aside the fact that this sentence contains two levels of language. I would recommend, if I were to give you a speech, that it should be said either "whores and lines" or "prostitutes and cocaine." Podemos reproached him for being a partner in the company Terracor, which apparently received aid for labeling in the devil's language. I find, in short, that this detail is an act of coherence.
Nasal sniffing and subsequent paid sexual activity usually go hand in hand. In fact, the outline is usually this: first, a seafood dinner, often with the hired women already present (we are in a private room). For dessert, lines (if you're feeling fancy, with screwed-in 100-euro bills), and then the final straw. And why do I say Toni Gili is consistent? Because charging for labeling in Catalan and then complaining about those who charge reminds me of some erratic behavior related to the topic. Here's the cocaine addict shoveling as much cocaine as possible into his nostrils, only to swear he'll never return. He goes to the toilet, throws away the remains, and flushes. He immediately regrets it and looks around the bowl for any remaining substance, which he might mistake for the powdered detergent usually used because it disinfects and kills germs. And once he sees his cargo is in the sewer, he calls the drug dealer to see if he can come right away.
