Is there is only one mother

“Rubiales’ mother locks herself in church on hunger strike until Jeanne Hermoso speaks the truth”

(EFE Agency, 27 August 2023).

News has crossed our borders. The British BBC also responded. He even added that the strike would be indefinite until the “manhunt” against his son stopped. As a professional Spaniard, she knew that when Spanish women kissed, they kissed for real, not frivolously. That is, Jennifer hugged Marchullo like an octopus, pulling his bald head to her mouth, opening her lips until her tongues rubbed against each other. mother’s words. For her, the rest are Macanadas. Feminists and Perofrautas are envious when they are denied sporting glory, while his son compensates with a meager salary, more deserving of the €900,000 he receives annually. If envy is ringworm, there are so many ringworms that there is little human space to occupy the client sphere of mutual aid. Of course, there will be no more indigestible publicity.

The place of confinement was Motril, in particular in the Church of Father Pastola. We don’t know much about the case other than his response in defense of his son’s honor. Ah, our dear Spain! Sometimes mom, always stepmother! Angeles Béjar is Spanish through and through, and she reveals herself as a mother, the mother of everything. There she was kept in the shadows of a temple, alone with only the candles she lit for the virgin so that she could intercede for her son. There is no need to label yourself a feminist to demonstrate for rights. She’s not just a woman, she’s a mother. So she feels abused when her giblet fruit falls victim to the hatred and hatred of others.

The script was offered to a filmmaker who wanted to emulate the unforgettable García Berlanga. Mothers like Rubiales are part of the national heritage, part of the national shotgun that is fired in a bloodless hunt to defend the honor of the son who loved his mother. A mother may faint from hunger, and even lead to the last bad outcome. Following the Spaniard’s fondness for bullfighting, let us, in a mocking way, ask the Virgin to protect her and give her her blessing. Machado’s Spain survives “with a closed sacristy dedicated to Chicuelo and Maria”. The truth is, as different as Spain is, there is only one mother. But like Rubiales, he is better suited than anyone else to fill such a notoriously sacrificial post.

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