There is a radiant, luminous moment, a moment when the surrounding air becomes soft and consistent like cream cheese. The moment dreamed of by every humorist, by every lover of that curious obsession that is wanting to make people laugh. The moment in which someone believes your joke.

On the road leading to Manresa, just before reaching the turn-off that takes you to the Oller del Mas winery, where a group of wine lovers and I take the specialization course in sommelier studies at Joviat, there is a plane tree, like the ones you find on so many rural roads. As in so many other places (a fence, a bridge, a milestone...), there are flowers that indicate that a fatal accident happened there. Flowers are only placed there if that has been the case. I seem to recall that it is on the Vallvidrera road where there is a graffito that says: "We will always remember you, Copi". In this tree, however, apart from the flowers, there is another element. A balloon, one of those that float, in the shape of a motorcycle. In the shape of a silver Vespa. This makes you understand that whoever surely lost their life at this tree was riding a motorcycle.

Minister Parlón went to El suplement, on Catalunya Ràdio, the day after the police operation that cordoned off the center of the Catalan capital due to the threat from the very young vandals of Blocus. She responded to the accusations from the CUP, which Roger Escapa put to her: that the police had been carrying out identifications “for racial reasons.” She answered this: “After what happened last week in Barcelona, can anyone suggest that the police were carrying out identifications for ethnic reasons? Honestly? I don't think so.”

There is no doubt that for politicians on the campaign trail, going on friendly programs (which represent what going to markets used to be) helps them. It shows us a friendly face. “Look, this one also has teenage children like me, he also likes football like me...” Going to programs like La revuelta works well for them to reach people who watch them and do not watch conventional television, nor read newspapers. These people may be abstentionists and, upon hearing Rufián talk about “comer culo” or Montero say that (forgive me, as I am quoting from memory, and I am not translating due to the sonority of the original Spanish version: "it is hard to find a guy who eats your pussy well"), (forgive me, as I am quoting from memory, and I am not translating due to the sonority of the original Spanish version), they think that the electoral platform they have does not matter, but that they are “buddies”.

I think it was on Garriga's program, or in any case through one of Paula Brujats' reports (an excellent job, delicate, empathetic, serious) that we heard the testimony of a woman who had no news of her husband. The woman exclaimed: “Let them all be killed!” And it was understood that she meant “the politicians”. Rage, when it comes from pain, is irrepressible. It may be legitimate (who wouldn't want the heads of those allegedly responsible for those who have destroyed your life?) but it cannot be taken into account, nor used. Vox, yesterday, continued with their campaign acts, and their leaders took to the stages, angrier than the victims –and, therefore, assuming a grotesque protagonism– to rail against the government like offended and sulky creatures. This woman wanting them dead “all of them” is fuel for the lawnmowers of the angry parties.

Politicians can go on television to talk about sex, as it must bring them votes. Irene Montero –Mònica Planas explains it to us– said on a program where she was sharing an interview with Gabriel Rufián: “It is increasingly difficult to find a guy who goes down on you well”.

It seems everyone has infiltrated those WhatsApp groups of fourteen-year-olds who have "vandalized" (the verb is not mine) several cities, and we have therefore been able to see what's cooking there. "Guys, don't go after the workers!", said one. And he meant that if you have to break shop windows and steal items, they must be “from the rich”. That is, mobile phones and expensive bags. You have to steal from the rich to sell the rich people's stuff and look rich.

We read in ARA that the mayor of Badalona and head of the PP list in Catalonia for November 29th, Xavier García Albiol, has told RTVE that there is a “very serious problem” due to the “setback” of Catalan and is asking for “action to be taken to reverse the trend”. It is lucky he is a tough man, because the fury of the Spanish nationalist entities that heard him will reach higher than the arboreal element with which he does a “Decorando Badalona”, every year. It is believed that the scheme the PP is working with is based on the report by the ERC member Josep Bargalló, who was Minister of Education.

In football, playing on the attack is what wins and what we like. But in politics, it is the other way around. What earns you points is defense, because attacking is unsympathetic. Pedro Sánchez on public television defended himself against the word perro (what a gift the right has given him, my God) as groups with bad press have defended themselves (taking the word and turning it around with pride). It is called linguistic reappropriation. In Catalonia, the most-watched television program is called Polònia, in reference to the word polacos. We all know that queer used to mean, disparagingly, weirdo but is now used with pride, and the same happens with the term dyke.

For me, when instead of saying “a hug” they send me a circumspect baby wearing sunglasses or a kitten drinking a cocktail on WhatsApp, I really feel like pouring myself a few deciliters of rat poison in a Pompadour glass. Now in the groups of what already it is very noticeable when someone has received a new meme. Whatever you say, they send it to you to finish you off. It is like this reader we have at ARA (I love him infinitely) who, on every piece of news, whether it talks about Brad Pitt, the DANA, or the queues on the AP-7, complains about Spain by calling it “Ñ”. Well then. We were few and now the PP has appeared. Now –and I fall asleep while writing this– they have made a video with artificial intelligence (it goes without saying that the intelligence is artificial and not natural) to mock and ridicule the PSOE. Since –zzz...– Pedro Sánchez made a video playing with the double meaning of "left-handed (in Spanish, left-handed), now they have tweeted another where several PSOE members appear (using artificial intelligence), among them José Luis Ábalos praising prostitution. “If going to prostitutes is being a leftist, then I am a leftist,” they make him say.

I read in ARA that the Donald Trump administration “has blocked Ada Colau from entering Puerto Rico, where she was going to participate in an event alongside the mayor of New York, Zohran Mamdani”. The official reason, it seems, is the "suspicion" that the former mayor of Barcelona "wants to migrate illegally to the country". The President of the United States and current shadow press secretary for Ada Colau does not know what he is saying.

“How much do your neighbors earn?”, asks us the headline, alluring, of ARA, to show us this statistic, from every year, of the per capita income municipality by municipality. Matadepera, Sant Just Desvern and Sant Cugat del Vallès, as every year, are those that have the most income per inhabitant, taking into account that the average is made with the chicken statistic: if I eat a chicken and you eat none, both of us have eaten half a chicken. In the case that we are offending the vegan collective, let's do it with other foods, but then, I say it now, the statistic won't come out right because I won't eat a whole plant-based protein.

We read an article in the ARA, a very interesting one, where it is explained where we come from through our chromosomes. In Asia —it says— "8% of all chromosomes have the same origin, as they are men descended from Genghis Khan", the first Mongol emperor, who boasted of having more than a thousand children. It is understood, of course, that he did not have to take them all to football matches and human tower events every weekend.

Gabriel Rufián, the republican candidate, already sees it as "very likely" that there will be no unitary agreement of the left and asks for "apologies to the voters", we read on Friday in ARA. But, my goodness, that "the left" should come to an agreement, on anything at all, does not cross the mind of any voter of "the left". The voter of "the left", unlike the voter of the right (who is not, conversely, a voter of "the rights", but of "the right"), finds great pleasure in considering all other leftists "less left" than himself. The one on the right, on the other hand, finds great pleasure in considering themselves "not as" right-wing as the others. Those on the right and those on the left carry a burden inside, deep inside, which they only confess when they drink (kombucha for some, coffee with brandy for others): it must be nice, restful, to be on the other side. Those of "the left" secretly have fantasies about order and those of "the right" secretly have fantasies about disorder. One day there is one, man or woman, of the left who behaves like a priest or a nun and one day there is one, man or woman, of the right who behaves like a revolutionary.

Any joke that you might –pardon the expression– come up with about institutions, such as the army, is useless, because Donald Trump has already executed it. Now that he announces that in the end, no, he will not broadcast the execution show live (a pity, really, we miss out on popcorn and a circus) as he had promised us, we know that last year one of his henchmen “gathered all the high-ranking officers of the army at the Quantico base to warn them that he would restore the «warrior ethos»", we read in ARA. This henchman, who must be a sort of Joaquin Phoenix in Gladiator, accused the soldiers of having “allowed the existence of «fatties» and «bearded ones» in their ranks”. He also announced, watch out, testosterone tests.

The first CIS barometer after the housing protests places the PSOE as the leading force, twelve points above the PP. The socialists would obtain 34% of the votes, while the People's Party members would get 22.2%. Vox isn't having much of a party, if we are to believe the poll, because it goes from 16.6% to 17.1%, but, above all, it sends gusts of wind down the necks of Feijóo's friends.

The President of the Generalitat, Salvador Illa, has scolded Ramon Pellicer for giving a voice to anti-vaxxers on his program Vertex. It is the usual dilemma. Do you give a voice to someone who clearly has a harmful position (from the point of view of coherence)? Do you create a cordon sanitaire for those who demonstrate or are suspected of having anti-democratic or dangerous behaviors or thoughts, or who violate human rights?

Pedro Sánchez, at a rally in Ponferrada, lashed out at the Supreme Court for pressuring him to approve the grandchildren's law. A law that would allow the grandchildren of republican exiles to vote in Spain. Sánchez must think that the majority of these exiles, in Latin American countries, would vote for progressive options. But that is assuming a lot. Among them all there are those who would, of course. And surely there wouldn't be many who would vote for the PP, of course. But there would also be some—I am thinking of the grandchildren of Catalans—who might choose Catalanist options. In any case, the phrase he let slip was this: "Will the grandchildren of the exiles of Francoism not be able to vote, while the grandchildren of the Francoist regime will?"

Pedro Sánchez, in an interview with Eldiario.es, has asked the “lefts” to his left to “please” reach an agreement, and has also said that it is "time for Parliament to look more like the street and not like those who live in penthouses". He wanted to land a little jab at Isabel Díaz Ayuso and her apartment, bought not with “vulture funds” but perhaps with “vulture ends”, but he did not do it well. The lefts will never reach an agreement, because if they reach an agreement it means they have become centrist. Being on the left is, above all, being more left-wing than the others and living to point out those others who are not as left-wing as you. It is like being pro-independence. You cannot reach an agreement, because if you reach an agreement you are no longer pro-independence, you are a federalist, and you live to point out those who are a little less pro-independencethan you.

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