After 60 days in his brand new position as Minister of Territorial Policy, Marcos Bergaz presents himself with a basic, trivial, and content-free discourse. Four more or less ordered facts that he repeats like a mantra, for the glory and pleasure of those who are unaware of those four facts. Which is already a lot to be unaware of.
The Minister of Territorial Policy of Lanzarote says one thing, but does another. A bad path for someone who intends to maintain a public position for a time somewhat longer than a week. You can lie to one person for a while, but never to everyone all the time, and even less so in matters of territorial planning, where the Cabildo obtained an outstanding grade thanks to the people that the government partner has taken it upon themselves to remove, and that Marcos keeps removed.
Marcos doesn't know that there are honest people and that not everyone is willing to change color to adapt to the environment. The color that predominates in the Cabildo is the color of fear. A bad place for a coward.
Bergaz talks about the declassification of beds, but authorizes two new hotels, after 10 years without approving a single bed in Lanzarote. Marcos Bergaz talks about consensus, but we find out about the authorization of 900 new beds through the press. Marcos talks about unanimity, but to approve new hotels he only brings his government group with him. Marcos talks about the judicial successes of the Cabildo, but does not urge the execution of the sentences. Marcos talks about compliance with the law, but sustains illegalities with his actions. Bergaz talks about agreement, but offends those called to agree. Marcos talks about dedication to Lanzarote, but dedicates his time to nailing his buttocks to the seat of power at the expense of the general interest. Marcos talks about legality while campaigning for the unification of criteria, what kind of law did you skip, Marcos?
Marcos Bergaz is the new Joaquín Caraballo. The satisfaction of the position he occupies invades his entire being. His way of walking, of expressing himself, of moving, of lisping... betrays hours in front of the mirror, feigned expression, learned speeches, rehearsed movements, political actor. When you are no more than what you appear to be, you are an imposture.
His seat cost the only act of dignity that the conejero PSOE has shown in years. An unprecedented lowering of pants. For that trip it was better not to fill the saddlebags. Expensive, very expensive. But the Minister takes advantage of it in record time, already dreaming of being the next socialist president and has set to work, becoming the most useful tool of the Canarian Coalition, and therefore, of Juan Francisco Rosa.
It is not that he is politically clumsy, nor can it even be said that he is undocumented, he is an impostor because he is not up to the position he occupies and he knows it, hence his weakness, as he also knows that his greatest effort will be to stay in the position he occupies.
Someone should tell Marcos to leave the grandiloquent speeches, popular sayings and false consensus for primary school students, because after sixty days in office, his emptiness is already transparent.
Impostor: Someone who claims to be who they are not, who pretends or deceives with an appearance of truth.
