Joy, and without taxes

The president of the Community of Madrid and candidate for re-election, Isabel Díaz Ayuso, this Monday in the municipality of Fuenlabrada.Alejandro Martínez Vélez / Europa Press

Pandemic fatigue is crying out for this nightmare to ease or end. She cries out that when spring breaks completely, we can meet each other and enjoy a minute without the tension of fear of contagion. We all need a release valve to the sustained pressure of the past year. We urgently need to regain joy. And the economy is crying out for activity so as not to go under. Surely, on all this, it would be easy to reach the longed-for consensus. This diagnosis is made by anyone, although it seems that the right has consulted the oracle of Delphi to reach these conclusions.

This is the emotional key that Isabel Díaz Ayuso and the PP are pressing in the campaign for the Madrid May 4 elections. Joy, and joy for free because they also announce that they will lower taxes. According to his never-done accounts - he has not yet presented budgets - Health can be strengthened to combat the pandemic, vaccinate everyone, help to sustain companies, public services, and face a future full of uncertainties yet, lowering even more the already frugal Madrid tax system. Even people far removed from the political fray - and by no means possessors of high incomes - tell me with ease these days that the left cannot be voted on because "they will fry us with taxes."

The time of pandemic sweat and tears seems to have passed - no matter whether it is true or false - and now it is time to treat the electorate as a child unable to manage the frustration of difficulties, the collective task of sacrificing, when it comes time, for others . Especially if the sacrifices last that long. And so, we have already heard that the hunger queues are full of supported and subsidized. Or that a political dilemma arises between bulls and

, as Díaz Ayuso has done this week. It doesn't matter, because his campaign is based on music, not on words or figures; and the music repeats poundingly joy, and without taxes. And those who stay on the road, wake up.

Vox corners him in his daily apocalypse and all the other parties have to sell hope and confidence in the future but with their feet on the ground, in the letter and in the figures.