Okay so that kings stumble, but sometimes you want are dropped altogether. It is not ideology, nor sentimentality. It's morbid. The opium of the people, as Marx said the cheesy referring to something else. Monarchical societies are about to fall to their kings from time to time, because if you do not feel invincible and are scared, and just to cut off its head in the manner of the times: purchasing gossip magazines who dig real injuries or teaching the whistle at the polls. The whistle of the people is usually harmless, tiny and child, so in principle they-the-kings should not worry. On another level should be put the guts of paper and Latin heart that beats faster and with greater suspicion than ever: hearts, you know, are some tomfoolery. We should not miss these smooth, repeat. We inflate the democratic self-refreshing the landscape. We have a crown menopausal the pearl that comes from electroshock on the street, the noise of the blunders. The gaffes are overlapping topics of newspaper titles to the king: earthy, natural, spontaneous and English. English, English, English. Is there anything more English than a nap? Never mind that this is the take the monarch in the midst of a public event. A nap is a nap, and has a designation of origin. A stumble is a setback. Etcetera. To hope for a future princess in miniskirt we put all our trust in institutional outbursts State, either in the form of reprimand stertorous gorilla or ridiculous Venezuelan coup compassion, milk, the host. A wafer is a wafer. Spain is a nation. And in Eurovision have been in the forefront. What more do you want the skeptics? If, moreover, the monarch sat with his dignity devilish misstep. By my balls, my balls, that more was lost in Cuba.
nice weekend.