Jorge Francés: Vox plays it

Vox does not want to govern. He has already seen the beards of his previous neighbors cut, of all the political forces that in recent years have challenged bipartisanship and have been deflating from the moment they touched hair. Vox knows that governing wears down, challenges and tests the consistency of programs, ideology and even principles. Populism did not support the management because it is the same green smoke from the Bengals that the Vox militants burned while singing the Spanish anthem on election night. For this reason, throughout the campaign he has fueled his intention to support those of Mañueco without entering the government, to demand without responsibility, which is the only way to pressure without being held accountable.

But his overwhelming advance was inevitable that the first play would be the big game. As Santiago Abascal shouted that Juan García Gallardo was putting on the face of a vice president, the young candidate swallowed saliva, tensed his muscles and hid under his beard.

The history of Vox begins in Castilla y León, ironies of national pride, in this land where the Spain that shakes and cheers was forged. All of the above does not matter, Vox begins here to win his place or it will be another passing illusion. In Spain it is explained that from the corners and La Moncloa it will only arrive after Castilla y León, Andalusia and the municipal and regional ones. A frenetic year where facts will replace promises. And nobody knows how long the years in politics last.

After February 13, it is Vox who plays it. With the PSOE defeated, Ciudadanos decomposed, Podemos cornered and the PP chewing on a victory that chokes on being chained to dependencies again. It's Vox time. To drag or defraud. Show if it really is a government party or a mere tantrum from the right of the right. Aznar's absent mustache, Le Pen with a vest, Orbán uploaded to Babieca. If it is true that they have been demonized or if those of us who are afraid of what comes are wrong. “What I am afraid of is your fear”, Shakespeare said, and Vox fears everything he hates.