The outsider party chimera: when the system swallows its critics
A party meant to dismantle an absurd society is doomed to be born dead. Not for lack of demand, but because the system knows how to smother the outsider: no funding, no coverage, and a skeleton in the closet manufactured just in time.
The discussion, at its core, is not ideological: it is about the mechanics of power. Anyone not born inside the party machinery finds the door to money closed. The only way out in sight is the solitary path: an upright leader who owes nothing to anyone, keeps personal relationships under control, and accepts that surviving politically without selling out is, statistically, an accident.
There is a radical skepticism that goes further: not even a new party is worth it. The vote and the parties are the problem, the argument goes. Asking for another party is asking for another manager of the same madhouse. Meanwhile, the €60,000-a-year figure of the "happiness salary" remains a datum neither left nor right wants to touch.
The critique of parliamentarism has illustrious precedents: José Antonio himself held that parties were the problem. Little has changed, except that now no one even expects anyone to come and save us.
With all caveats, the prediction is that abstention will keep growing, the big parties will rotate names, and any genuinely uncomfortable project will have to be born outside the ballot box. Or not be born at all.