The 'desexile'

One of the funniest things that happened in Spain last year is that King Juan Carlos I left the country to prevent news of his fortune abroad from damaging the Monarchy.

That is, he took the Monarchy with him.

The arrangement did not make school: the following investigated were not invited to travel to any luxury hotel abroad so that their presence in the country, while the scandals were uncovered, would not harm the entire citizenry. It was, actually, a fuss. But neither is the monarchy anything other than an institution of gestures. It was about a king of Spain outside of Spain following a very precise doctrine: if your money can live outside the country, so can you. With the exception that the only thing that affected the Spaniards was that their money traveled, not him.

The file of the Swiss Prosecutor's Office of his investigations does not deny what has been proven, but once the judicial setback has been resolved, his return to Spain begins to be valued. Only someone without a sense of entertainment, and I think there is no one left in this country without him, can oppose the King Emeritus once again treading on the land that made him rich. If no one should return to the place where they have been happy, they must run to the place where they made money. The Government, which has no sense of spectacle but is arachnid, has softened the forms in that delicate way in which the tectonic plates of the

Spanish, a survivor by letting the terrible spectacles that affect him die.

A year ago, if Juan Carlos I had suggested returning to Spain, they would have threatened him with a hot refund;

Now that the waters go down smooth and easy: long live the King and his father who lives where he wants.

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The Swiss prosecutor files the investigation into the 100 million dollars that Juan Carlos I received from Saudi Arabia

An ambiguous solution would be to organize a welcoming parliamentary commission for the emeritus king to display heartiness and thus close mouths, which is how image problems are tackled in Spain: with zascas.

Observe Mariano Rajoy beating his adversaries without recognizing a truth;

His interrogators believed that, if when he was president of the Government he did not remember the financial scandals of his party, five years later and retired he would remember perfectly one by one.

We are easy and tame: some jokes and to follow.

One of the scenes with more aim of

If we except Juan Carrasco's bewilderment at the fluid gender of his daughter (“since when have there been lesbians in Logroño?”) and his conversation with the bald civil guard who detains him (“the rapist of elderly women from Ciudad Lineal has put on hair They did not recognize him in the recognition round, and he continues to rape old women but with a big hair ..., what envy ", says the agent;" buff, I am so old ... ", Carrasco responds;" envy of the hair , man ”), occurs when the politician does not know what to wear to leave his house besieged by the cameras. Carrasco intuits that the popular perception of the crime attributed to him will depend on the clothes he is wearing on the news. “Very well dressed, fixed corner. With a sweatshirt and hood, a pedophile ”, he supposes. It's called hitting the jackpot, as important as knowing that there are people willing to buy it.Wait for the night of January 5, do not sneak the emeritus on a camel with a crown and cape unleashed like Chiquetete: "I am the king!"

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