The title, which I borrow from John Osborne put his well-known play- describes my personal feeling to the heavy defeat by the PSOE harvested last Sunday. A bitter feeling that has to do with a Spanish sentence I hate to use but that is beside the point: "I told you so."
Very few socialists in public (though many privately) have dared in recent years to point the finger at the cluster of occurrences and nonsense that brought the leadership of Rodríguez Zapatero.
From the necessary settlement of the ?named by him- old guard (and with it the disdain for the values of the transition) to the mismanagement of the economic crisis, which continues embittering the lives of many millions of Spaniards today, through the disasters caused by a gimmicky and media politic and irresponsible adventurism as, for example, was the new Statute of Catalonia, all seasoned with a perfect saloon style lefty (denying the transfers, raising-through historical memory- the old demons, to impose parity, etc., etc.) Above all, the most absurd nepotism in selecting leaders for the Government and the Party.
And now, instead of taking responsibility and moving on to another stage, on Sunday evening Zapatero blamed the pavement and added that he will go on. If ZP really would want to do PSOE a favor,-with or without early elections- he would leave ignoring the claiming himself to be inherited through one of his party through the primaries. While the Turks surronded Constantinople, the Christian leaders argued about the genitals of the angels. To couples circumstances, the PSOE announces primaries.
It is time that those who have received the sticks on their backs led to ZP speak up and demand his removal so the long recovery can begin.
Joaquin Leguina.
