Toni Cantó had definitely left Ciudadanos and he still had the jump to another game. Fate was sung. Miguel Ángel Rodríguez, Isabel Díaz Ayuso's chief of staff, summoned him to a meeting to invite him to participate in the PP campaign in the 2021 Madrid elections. The Valencian politician asked what kind of message he should send at the rallies. Rodríguez must have been surprised by such naivety and got to the point: "He sang, hosts like bread."
That is what Toni Cantó (Valencia, 1965) has dedicated himself to in his political career for fourteen years. To distribute hosts, swords and stakes. In general, he does not consider his opponents people who are wrong, even deadly wrong, but the embodiment of society's worst flaws. It is obvious that he is not the only politician who does it, but he is one of those who achieved more notoriety in less time with such weapons. He served to make himself known. He was very attentive to what was written about him. I even had a Google alert with his name on it to check it out.
You start like this and you end up obsessed. Everything is nails that have to be hammered against the wall. Like a Joe Pesci of politics. Whose legs should be broken? to that? That's done.
Cantó has published a book of memoirs in which he brings together his experience as a film, television and theater actor and his activity in politics. True to his shake-with-everything style, he has chosen a title that is in tune with his attitude to life, 'When I was young I was on the left but then I matured'. Why waste time and wait for the third paragraph to make fun of those who do not think the same? You put it in the title and run. The same with feminists, ecologists and nationalists and in general anyone who does not have their ideas. He does nothing but brag about his liberal ideas and the importance of the concept of freedom, but he always ends up incurring the intolerance that has spread throughout Europe in the last decade.
He does not conceive that there are people who think differently and who defend him with passion. It will be that they have not matured, and that in the best of cases.
He is one of those who do not stop denouncing the moral superiority of the left. So, it is legitimate to wonder what can be said about him when he writes that "the asshole left only deals with bullshit". Some will call that the effects of polarization. It is worth considering whether what is happening is that the parties have considered it essential to recruit people who do the work of insulting the adversary in the most offensive terms.
In Ciudadanos, it seemed to be an essential requirement until even its leader, who is usually reserved for a more dignified role, launched into the same drift. For a time they did very well until suddenly they sank as fast as they had risen.
Cantó has tried almost as many different sticks in politics as he had in the world of acting. He started in an independent candidacy in the Madrid town of Torrelodones. She later moved into national politics with UPyD, then she jumped to Ciudadanos when she saw that Albert Rivera's star had a better future than Rosa Díez's. When Ciudadanos sank, she approached the Madrid PP galaxy, where she thought she was not going to be out of tune much. Because she did not register on time, she could not enter their electoral lists and ended up picking up the stone from the address of the so-called Spanish Office, an organization that is difficult to justify in a community where everyone speaks Spanish, except for some tourists.
It was payment for services rendered in the campaign. It caused a lot of fun that he confirmed with the phrase "the beach bar is what you see, it's me, there is no other structure than me". Always speak before thinking. This week, he said that "Vox is good for Spain", so it is not unusual that some have begun to speculate with a new political leap.
In the book, he presents himself as someone who was leftist as a young man until his brain began to carburize properly. He includes there the topics of rigor. He had a poster of Che in the room. He wore a Palestinian scarf around his neck. He gets excited and enters the field of storytelling. He says that he ran "in front of the evil grays, near Cojo Manteca, without having a fucking idea why he was protesting." When Manteca and his crutch became famous in 1987, policemen had been wearing brown for many years, since 1979. He probably saw it on television.
"I arrived in Madrid being a cocky asshole," he writes, and it will be true if he says so. He admits that he continues to be "often", but now at least he is more aware of it. It is a step in the right direction.
The book does not hide some moments of his political career in which he made a fool of himself. He tweeted data about false accusations of gender violence that an association with which he had met had been invented. He apologized for it, but in reality in the book he insists on the idea that the law against sexist violence unfairly harms men. He considers feminism to be one of "the new religions" and he only needs to ask for an International Men's Day.
With environmentalism and the fight against climate change, it is equally derogatory. It would be more convenient to call him ignorant, because he does not know what he is talking about. "The key here is whether that one-and-a-half degree increase in temperature is really as serious as some doomsayers say." By doomsayers, we must understand the world scientific community, which established that degree and a half as the maximum admissible limit with respect to the pre-industrial era in order not to cause a catastrophe. The worst thing is that several scientific forecasts suggest that it will be steadily exceeded between 2030 and 2050 if the current rate of greenhouse gas emissions is not stopped. Bah, doomsayers who don't know as much about science as Toni Cantó.
Cantó loves to provoke the left and partly on that he built his career and then he is surprised that they respond with the same style or more aggressively. She dedicates four pages to paste the insults and attacks received on social networks. Immediately, she is happy that "now the right also distributes tow." So the problem is not that people insult him, but that they insult him.
The book ends with a farewell tone. She acknowledges that she would like to return to active politics – instead of saving the Spaniard in Madrid from a non-existent threat – but that it is most likely over for him. He had a hard time accepting it. He knows that "now is the time of others". Although if Miguel Ángel Rodríguez asks him to distribute more "hosts like bread", he will surely be encouraged to another round. It is the way of understanding his politics.