It is not the hip, it is the king who has broken, and with him that shared schizophrenia that led us to feel like a country of Juancarlists republicans.
Citizen Juan Carlos has rendered the last "service" to his country: freeing us from the permanent emotional blackmail to which his figure subjected us, sheltered behind the memory of a February night in which we insisted on believing that his commitment to democracy prevented the coup of the swordsmen.
To the Manuel Prado y Colón de Carvajal and the Dimitri Tchocotua, to the suspicions/certainties of his escapes on a motorcycle from the escort, to the choriceo in fascicles of the model son-in-law, to the inexplicable shooting of a 13-year-old boy training to be an aristocrat, is added the indecency of a millionaire excursion, of a privileged person with the right to spend hundreds of thousands of euros to kill an elephant. The expense incurred is unbearable and the gesture is unbearable.
Juan Carlos has broken. The king has broken. The hope that he would transfer to his heir the personal legitimacy that we had granted him has been broken.
It will not be today or tomorrow, but every day the end of a broken monarchy is closer.
