Everything is going well for Feijóo

Everyone goes to the site. I'm sorry to paraphrase the author of El Manual, the king of the magufos, that is, Iván Redondo, but when I saw Feijóo enter El Hormiguero I had the feeling that it was the site of the campaign. Silence, bipartisanship dances. In the last eight years, the two-party system has changed, there are no longer two parties, the PSOE has been deactivated thanks to Pedro Sánchez. The two-party system, in order to develop theories, is made up of El Hormiguero, the family program targeted by Sanchismo, from La Revuelta to Horizonte, and Feijóo, the Popular Party candidate, targeted by populism, from the PSOE to Vox. Despite everything, Pablo Motos and Feijóo kept up the good work. The presenter began with a series of questions that he would have liked to ask the president on behalf of the lifelong center-right; The politician maintained the place from which he has not moved for three years. He presented his political credentials on the outskirts, with an assessment of the General Strike, the last gasp of the system that had preceded the emergence of number one in the fishbowl. The outskirts are the only safe place for Sánchez, and they are no longer the place. Feijóo, for better or worse, is clean of radiation. The devices do not crackle around him. The scenario is volatile, but in a different way: voters are looking to get bored once and for all.

I'm already taking too many things for granted, it could be a hallucination, the campaign hasn't even started (Erreleny). I have the feeling that everything is going well for Feijóo. In the first minutes he threw out a contract, a boomer likes nothing more than seeing someone commit to clauses, they are an antique from the old world, they don't shine, they don't tell time and their battery doesn't run out. After a while he mentioned another folder full of promises. It was the night of the folders. Someone with folders usually has a destination. The normal thing is to trust anyone who spends the morning with a blue folder under his arm going from one place to another. For a few days now, I have been writing letters to each intervention of the candidates with express articles and placed one after the other showing a path. Others have taken the turn, which is the best way not to make a mistake. Sánchez's love was cut off with the Urda tragedy, that is, his management came back like a boomerang at the stroke of a story. And Abascal, entrenched in the counterattack, like a Bordalás with Mozarabic features, has begun to feel the vertigo of Albert Rivera. So soon that it sounds like a trigger. Leaving Jordi Wild hanging at the last moment is a reflection of Ferraz. Your bots have already started looking for the master move. Spoiler: it does not exist because Jordi Wild is to Abascal what Pablo Motos is to Feijóo. Vox had taken the bus of moderation and they got off, three stops later, right on the Cobarde Right. Feijóo went to assure, Motos took the right-wing government for granted, the constellation was on Antena 3.