Santa Cruz de Tenerife and Granadilla de Abona were the municipalities excluded (actually self-excluded) from the agreement with Torres and Nira Fierro. To those proposed by Pedro Martín, Torres added Olivera himself, increasingly consiglieri and more influential, and Fierro to Jennifer Miranda from Granada. The new head of Organization has full powers and Manuel Fumero (Vilaflor) as deputy. It will send a lot. In his name and that of Torres. The vote of the Executive Commission was slow as a day without bread or without a press conference by Pedro Sánchez, because some genius decided to have only one ballot box. 189 votes in favor, 22 in target of emputados chicharreros and 7 null, presumably of those that were of dawn by Las Palmas. Some warned that the Congressional proposal for the Federal Committee would bring problems, because it incurred regulatory breaches: the minimum of 40% for women was not respected, for example. But the satisfaction was so widespread that no one paid much attention.
Because everything, from that moment on, was an endless ceremony of satisfaction, as befits the congress of a party that enjoys the sweetest moment in its history in the Canary Islands. A cataract of medals and laurel wreaths that fell on the plenary and lulled all socialist consciences. In their speech – which like all current political speeches is a propaganda mechanism – the socialists integrate it with languages without problems, and that is why they can talk about ICTs and at the same time about the “Canarian working class”, a mythological pet that they took for a walk. invited guests from the Workers ‘Commissions and the General Workers’ Union. Carolina Darias, Minister of Health, then took the floor, wonderfully summing up her ambitions: “the present is ours and the future too.” Mrs. Darias’s enthusiasm always resembles that of a taxidermist visiting a zoo. Hector Gómez, a socialist spokesman in the Congress of Deputies, also spoke, commenting that the PSOE had reasons to govern, not like the right, which has none, except themselves. And finally, after another horrendous video, which even included a greeting from Salvador Illa that seemed like condolences for the death of a brother-in-law, the new Executive Committee took the stage, after embracing Torres, one by one, Carolina Darias and Luc André Diouf, who stood up and began to embrace everyone, an intercultural custom to which he tends when he detects a nearby camera.
Ángel Víctor Torres took the floor but, exactly like yesterday, he gave up giving a speech to slip through a more or less complacent circumlocution, insisting on that epic in which he wants and in part he has managed to turn into a streak of bad luck and misadventures in the islands. The epic has always been more tiring than the lyrical. So again La Palma, again the necessary sacrifice, again the value of public services, another monument, this time to the teachers, and yes, a dedication to always reach agreements and a memory: citizens do not tolerate the fights and divisions in the political organizations. Recadito barely simulated to Sebastián Franquis and Augusto Hidalgo and the imminent congress of the PSOE of Gran Canaria.
And, of course, the tension of one of the central nerves of the rhetoric of the PSOE in power: a differentiated voice of the national parties is unnecessary to address the central government. With the PSOE governing in Spain and the Canary Islands, it is enough. It is even more than enough. Because, how is the central government going to refuse something that is responsibly demanded from the Canary Islands? It is unimaginable, the never seen. Therefore, the Canarian socialists cannot be taught any lesson in canarianism. Torres repeated it a lot; perhaps it would be interesting if one day the Canarian PSOE explained what it understands by canariety, except for four common places that are neither more lucid nor more precise than those used by the country’s nationalisms.
“This is the time of the PSOE of the Canary Islands, we have come to change things and we will change them,” proclaimed Torres. “Without complexes and without dresses,” he insisted. He had not finished his speech and, about five minutes before the end of the film, several delegates left the room. Suddenly, La Internacional began to play. Almost no one knew it, obviously, but several launched into a shameful play back, and there were not a few who raised their fists, like Nira Fierro herself. In the psocialism of the XXI century you cannot repeal the labor reform of the PP, but you can sing La Internacional, even if you don’t know it. Maybe especially if you don’t know it. Suddenly the sound was cut off abruptly and a guttural voice announced the end of the XIV Congress. The happily torrecista mob went out to take the buses and taxis and return home before dark. The 2023 elections had begun.