When José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero arrived at La Moncloa, he arrived amidst that bastard and false noise of "No to War", amidst a tremendous climate of tension generated by the progressives and amidst the commotion and mourning for the largest attack in the History of Spain, whose political guilt was blamed on the PP, as if Aznar himself had detonated the explosions of Atocha, Santa Eugenia and El Pozo. He arrived with that good-natured image, of someone who had never broken a plate in his life, and a renewing image that, in a way, broke with the darkness of Felipe González's era and his state terrorism, the traumatic corruption and the disastrous and harsh economic legacy left in 1996. That tolerant aura, a mask, earned him the nickname Bambi, thus constituting then and in his environment the famous horde of the eyebrow that provided so much protection to the driver of that fateful stage of Spain.
In May 2004, the Spanish had overcome the hole in which the socialists had left us in 1996, we were doing reasonably well and we were preparing to give another absolute majority to the PP, there was not the slightest doubt about it. But the massacre of Thursday morning the 11th, the disastrous management of that crisis by the government in office and the orchestrated action of the progressives changed the course of History. Already in November 2004, Bambi, who had learned economics in two afternoons, from the rostrum of speakers of the Senate raised the discussed and debatable concept of Spain, opening since then a fissure in our democracy that has only widened.
The fact is that, in his almost 8 years of government, Bambi trivialized with the crisis, like someone who trivializes with Russian roulette, stating that Spain was in the Champions League and that we would surpass France, he doubled the public debt left by Aznar, took the public deficit to a historic and bestial 9.5% of GDP and left deficits of tens of billions of euros in different ministries, in addition to the more than 100,000 million public euros injected into Banks and Savings Banks as a loss. Regarding the unemployment rate left by Bambi, it should be said that it is only surpassed by that of Felipe González, 21.5% and 22.8% respectively, compared to 16.6% of Calvo Sotelo, 15.28% of Rajoy and 11.5% of Aznar.
Bambi is the story, written in the form of a novel in 1923 by Félix Salten, of a European deer, representing the crushed Jews, in interwar Europe who survives immersed in the scenario of hostility produced by the communism from beyond the Urals and by the fascist socialism of Mussolini born in 1919. In 1939, the also socialist Hitler had Salten's novel banned, as he considered it a threat to the single thought he was imposing. In 1942, the Disney version of Bambi was released, which, although sweetened and aimed at children, was no less interesting for the purposes of this opinion article. In view of what Rodríguez Zapatero did with Spain and the suffering he inflicted on the Spanish people, I solemnly affirm that he was never like Bambi since the deer-fawn was a victim of socialism-communism as well as a victim of the bad guys who snatched his mother from him, respectively in both versions, which is exactly the opposite of what ZP did, which was precisely to devastate and promote suffering like that of the USSR, Mussolini and Hitler, and of course spread sadness like that suffered by Tambor's friend and the wide-eyed skunk.
Not content with how he left Spain, the Bambi of the progressives accepted to be a member of the Council of State, of which if you are a counselor you are 24 hours a day and 365 days a year. And being a counselor of the Council of State he has shown all Spaniards and the whole world his defense of the dictatorial Chavista regime. What is more, he has fallen short of the owners of the Bolivarian franchise in Spain, Pablo Iglesias, Juan Carlos Monedero and Íñigo Errejón, who over the last few years have strived to distance themselves from the Venezuelan satrap, without succeeding. Evidently, when ZP has traveled on multiple occasions to Caracas he has done so in bussines class, he has stayed at the Gran Meliá Caracas, at 500 a night, and has charged a fat wad probably in the Grenadines, this last I have not confirmed so I introduce the famous alleged euphemism. Although the worst of all is that a counselor of the Council of State that we all Spaniards pay has staged for years a shameful support to a damned and bloody dictator. Shortly, the International Criminal Court is going to prosecute Nicolás Maduro, so ZP has a good opportunity to be part of his defense team, as a law graduate, and collect his fees, also allegedly, in the Grenadines.
And so we come to the real nickname that ZP deserves: Chucky, moral indigent, perverse and repugnant. That doll possessed by an abject criminal who scared millions of children. Me, of course, terrifies me. Not like Bambi, whose Disney version endears me or whose original version makes me sympathize.
