Zapatero’s capitalism with a human face won the Spanish elections yesterday. I’m somewhat happy because his rival Rajoy had promised to turn the clocks back to the dystopian times of Franquist dictatorship. Even though Zapatero is not going to save the world, his government makes living in Spain a little bit more alegre.

The electoral campaign between the socialists and the conservatives was hot but it was even hotter in our house the day before the elections: we had a fire. An electrical network inside the wall short circuited and flamed. I was surprised that I kept calm and knew hot to act. I ordered my wife to take our daughter to the patio, I got the fire extinguisher and put out the fire. I felt like a real man saving my family and the house. Now we need an electrician to fix the electrical system of our house.

I think that Zapatero is like me, he can use the extinguisher but what we really need is a professional electrician, not a firefighter aficionado. We need to change the entire system.

In the 1970's Any Warhol said "The most beautiful thing in Tokyo is McDonald's. The most beautiful thing in Stockholm is McDonald's. Peking and Moscow don't have anything beautiful yet."

Now the world is much more beautiful. There is a McDonald's franchise even is Cuba - in the infamous U.S base Guantanamo Bay. You can also find an authentic and beautiful Big Mac in Andorra, Argentina, Australia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Bahamas, Bahrain, Belarus, Belgium, Brazil, Brunei, Bulgaria, Canada, China, Costa Rica, Chile, Colombia, Croatia, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Egypt, El Salvador, Estonia, Fiji, Finland, France, French Polynesia, Germany, Georgia, Greece, Gibraltar, Guam, Guatemala, Honduras, Hungary, Iceland, India, Indonesia, Ireland, Israel, Italy, Japan, Jordan, Kazakhstan, Kuwait, Latvia, Lebanon, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Macedonia, Malaysia, Malta, Mauritius, Mexico, Moldova, Monaco, Montenegro, Morocco, Netherlands, New Zealand, Nicaragua, Norway, Oman, Pakistan, Panama, Paraguay, Peru, Philippines, Poland, Portugal, Puerto Rico, Qatar, Romania, Russia, Samoa, San Marino, Saudi Arabia, Serbia, Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia , South Africa, South Korea, Suriname, Sweden, Switzerland, Spain, Sri Lanka, Taiwan, Thailand, Turkey, Ukraine, United Arab Emirates, United Kingdom, Uruguay and Venezuela.

Next Sunday, the citizens of the Kingdom of Spain vote for the parliament and the president of the government. We immigrants don't have the right to vote. I must act other ways: curse to PP's loudspeaker propaganda car and teach my two-year-old daughter to say "I hate Mariano Rajoy". It's not difficult because her biggest nightmare is Santa Claus - and Mr. Rajoy has same style beard.

I don't write Christmas carols. I do political art. But I prefer to listen to love songs. Yesterday night before the big TV debate between Rajoy and Zapatero, the respected leftist journalist Iñaki Gabilondo said that "we like politics". I don't like politics. The people who say they do are perverted. Politics is necessary but disgusting, just like cleaning the toilet.

If Partido Popular’s candidate for the presidency of the Spanish government Mariano Rajoy wins the elections, he will make us – the  immigrants in Spain - to sign a contract where we have to promise to respect and follow the Spanish customs. Mr. Rajoy hasn’t explained very clearly what these customs are but I’m afraid that he obligates us to go to watch bull fighting on Sundays. Mr. Rajoy has also promised bigger police forces. If the police sees an immigrant eating pizza – foreign food – he well be repatriated immediately.

Should Partido Popular win the elections, I’m going to leave the country. I want to live in the free world where the immigrants have human rights and I can have sushi, Scotch and Swedish meatballs. I think I’d head to Cyprus where the communist Dimitris Christofias won the presidential elections last week.

I proposed that the title of my show in Paris could be Human Rights Damage Our Economy, one of my most effective slogans. My gallerist Emilie liked it but, for my surprise, she doesn’t want to translate it to French.
 
Now I’m drawing new pieces for a show that Raúl curates in Mexico City, he does want all the texts in Spanish and Latino things. I’m also working with some drawings inspired by the Russian consumer goods I got from Bert for the show which Eeris curates in St. Petersburg, although he originally chose some Spanish speaking drawings for it. I think nobody would get them.

I want to be site sensitive – deal somehow with the local issues - when I do a show. Burgers for the United States, freedom for China, French fries for France… Sometimes it can be very superficial to work with a cultural and political context that I don’t know. Maybe shipping the same ideas from a site to another is more honest, although it sounds terribly modernist.