The campaign for the October local elections has already started and is very excited. The Judicial Police are conducting searches in several city councils and more are expected.
The ministry of state and the courts, especially those that already seemed extinct, also return to sentencing after seven, eight, nine years, as if they were little Etnes, but with less flame than this Sicilian lava blaster.
It’s just smoke, as the pragmatic Admiral Pinheiro de Azevedo would have said in the turbulent times that followed April 25, 1974. And this is the smoke that dissipates after the counting of votes, but returns every year after the elections.
In Benavente, this was due to the purchase of bicycles; in Torres Novas, due to a contract with a company that posted PS posters in municipal offices four years ago; in Chamuska due to a project worth more than one million euros to renovate a small house, bought from a fellow advisor for a mere eighty thousand; in Urem and Fatima near the licensed quarry house. It’s a bigger animation than the big heads and bass drums from Washington Spike on the streets.
If people are not happy and if candidates just make us yawn with the usual pettiness, arrogance and idiocy, we always have Pê Juta and Éme Pê to cheer up the gang, social media and their extensions, set the stage for dancing and light virtual lights of biblical proportions. with a chorus of howls and guillotine demands.
The Leiria Administrative Court ruled nine years later that a former chief of staff for the even older Mayor of Torres Novas, Rodriguez, had been admitted to a seat in the Chamber as a result of fierce competition. Nine years to announce to the world what the world has learned nine days after this competition.
But here it is, the news is now official, and its release comes a few days after the former mayor announced that he wants to become mayor again, perhaps to host another head of administration, but this time without fail. Even if it were online, the pre-campaign promises more fishmongers than when candidates for political salaries and benefits walked the markets kissing fishmongers.
It always amuses me to know that there are people who pretend to resent these little things. After so many years, who doesn’t know that politicians would die out if they didn’t have some perks and jobs to give friends, as well as some perks, permits and opportunities for sponsoring citizens’ welfare?
In the film A Canção de Lisboa, in a scene filmed in the monkey zone of the zoo, Vasco Santana, a medical student who was mistaken for a veterinarian by the caretaker, calculates what he will get from false advice and when another, delighted with such a can, calls him a jumpsuit instead of in order to be offended, he utters a famous phrase that has become a source of inspiration for politicians, political candidates, bureaucrats and in general tachists. “Friend Carneiro, we are all at the same time.” And two laugh with banners unfurled.
Realistic congratulations to Manuel Serra d’Air