The path charted by the current governing group is bearing fruit. The objective of transforming a public institution that has represented the best of this island into a bar is confirmed day by day, sentence by sentence, plenary session by plenary session. Turning the first institution into an island management with a blatant pale pink tone is the old dream of a chieftain so satisfied and full of himself that his joy no longer fits in the Canary Islands and expands to Cape Verde.
The farces in the purest Pimpinela style that the PSOE and CC represent in the plenary hall are nothing more than a distraction aimed at an audience that they consider ignorant and submissive. It is not credible that the PSOE of the Island Plan so deeply lowers its intellect to become a mere extra, unless it voluntarily and consciously participates in the festival of ignominy. The objective of transforming the first island institution into a bar that directs all its efforts to satisfy the uncontainable thirst of the local "big shot" is shown more and more clearly every day, to the point that some of its effects are already very difficult to repair.
The bartender made it clear in his inauguration speech and has not lost sight of his objective, nor will he be allowed any distraction. He shows daily that the task of serving comes naturally to him. Just as it happened in Arrecife or Yaiza, it is enough to put the decision-making center of island policies in the hands of the family, in the most Sicilian sense of the term, so that the general interest automatically loses in favor of the particular interest. They will soon have the opportunity to demonstrate the family's capacity for sacrifice in court, where they used to swim placidly and now barely keep their heads above water.
The dismantling of the PIOT office, the manipulation of the Heritage department, the complicit silence of the Environment Ministry, the handling of public funds and the twisted use of the Biosphere Reserve prove that the ruling parties have surrendered their weapons to pay homage to the power of money. Pushing public officials aside, disregarding the training, capacity and independence they possess, to place hand-picked personnel in their place is the modus operandi of the one who boasted of his ability to serve drinks at his inauguration.
From the slap to the collective shame, only two requirements are needed: a government partner who frolics happily in his uselessness and a director or manager thirsty for easy money and happy to practice the childish follow-the-leader of the cohort of frightened councilors and advisors. Freedom is not lost in prison, it is lost long before, the first time you hand over your signature.
Thus, Coalición Canaria, Partido Socialista and Partido de Independientes de Lanzarote dress the island's holy savior, the great doer, the one who dreams of being César's heir while digging his own grave, satisfied to take a salary home in exchange for betraying his own people and tarnishing the acronyms of what was once a collective illusion.
However, that King is already walking naked through Lanzarote. The corridors of the Palace of Justice are the scene of his nakedness. Denounced by his closest friends, singled out for betraying his own blood, surrounded by mediocrity and emptiness.
Reality is stubborn in representing its shames in public.
