I imagine that even at El Mundo they have regrets about the treatment they are giving the Ceuta crisis (sensationalist headlines, dehumanization of migrants, etc.) that they have felt obligated to seek a philosophical justification to keep their conscience clear. The person in charge of such a difficult mission has been a writer named Juan Diego Madueño, who clings to the change of opinion of a socialist deputy from Ceuta, who in 2024 said that the immigrants were "children" and now says they are "invaders," seasoned with interviews with three philosophers (the unavoidable Victoria Camps, the over-the-top libertarian Javier Sádaba, and the newspaper's own columnist Jorge Freire) to reach the conclusion that being a good person is a relic of the past: "The Ceuta crisis and the death of do-goodism: 'It is the religion of idiots'."

This Sunday The World dares to put on the cover the idea that has been circulating for some time in the fachosphere with a formula reminiscent of Enric Juliana: "Aromas of '98 in the regime of '78". It is a quote in quotation marks from an anonymous voice analyzing the crisis from within, but the fact that they have decided to put it on the front page is significant. Spanish nationalism, which was so happy with the victory of the red, has entered a kind of existential crisis in Ceuta. It's as if it has suddenly become aware of the vulnerability of Spanish enclaves in Africa, and this leads to an unsolvable dilemma for Spaniards: to be able to have a border defensible it would be better to abandon Ceuta and Melilla, but then it would be as much as admitting that the Spanish nation is divisible and not inviolable.

Madrid has been a political pressure cooker for some time, but in this summer of high temperatures, fires, earthquakes, and migratory crises in the capital of the State, there is a ray of hope, a comment that is whispered and that more or less says this: "Finally, this is the last summer of our lives with Pedro Sánchez as president." So much so that a newspaper like The World has decided to create a permanent section titled "Sánchez's Countdown." The name is well chosen because it can be interpreted in two ways: Sánchez's own countdown to calling elections, or each reader's countdown to consign Sánchez to the dustbin of history.

When I was starting to worry about not finding good merchandise to start my summer shift in replacement of Àlex Gutiérrez, I came across a piece that, on its own, would be enough to write a whole week of Pareu màquines (don't worry, I won't). It's a piece from the supplement Yo Dona, from El Mundo, titled as follows: “Isabel Díaz Ayuso wears her summer fetish dress to La Paloma: plunging neckline and cut-outs at the waist to show off her abs”. I really don't know where to start.

Spanish politics has been strongly influenced by violence for years. On October 1st, the police brutally beat citizens in the street as they went to vote in a referendum. A couple of years ago, there were grotesque mobs of far-right supporters on Calle Ferraz, in front of the PSOE headquarters, where physical violence was frequent, although the Popular Party applauded them as exemplary forms of citizen violence. Just over a year ago, Aznar famously said, "Whoever can do, let them do."