Part III of Dispatches from the Catalan Front. Politics: a farce or elaborate game of “parties” that “celebrate” elections and steal the silverware while everyone’s high on flag porn. In Spain, a neo-feudal constitutional monarchy whitewashed with a thin veneer of illusory representative democracy, the farce has become so thick that the ongoing litany of … Continue reading
Part II of Dispatches from the Catalan Front. So today October 14th Catalan president Mas just finished a historic press conference assuring the citizens of Catalonia that there will indeed be a vote on November 9th despite the constitutional court’s suspension of the Catalan law of public consultations. How will this happen? Via Plan B: … Continue reading
Part I of Dispatches from the Catalan Front. The stanzas seem to vary but the leitmotif is oddly familiar: we suspect history is rhyming again. The Scottish rebellion by vote has failed, outmanouvered by limey crown rep Cameron who lulled them into a honey trap and beat them soundly with sweet nothings. The Yes camp … Continue reading
… and a pox partially lifted by Hope. June 18th This is not the first rainy night I ponder on the language of karma, but it may well be the most significant, a moment of mighty confluence between material and subtle currents. Tonight is the last night of the old kingospain; tomorrow Flip becomes the … Continue reading
If a man were to list the seven diseases of the modern world, surely fakery would have to be one of them. The erzstatz quality of appearing to be without being that affects every level of our lives, starting with the maritime-law based statute codes falsely posing as Law of the Land. And our fake … Continue reading
It seems hard to believe anyone was actually surprised at the news of kingospain’s abdication. I mean, c’mon, just look at the guy, he looks like death warmed over. Heck, even national TV had a “secret” content tag on its website called “abdication of the king”. This blog has been announcing the end of the … Continue reading
If there is a single term that describes Spain’s extractive elite it is “criminal impunity”. Criminal because they are corrupt thieves, and impunity because they still walk among over us in freedom. The impunity, however, does not extend beyond the legal code and does not grant bulletproofness, which is a lesson the politico class seemed … Continue reading
Since we all lost our jobs and/or can’t find work, we’ve decided to form a club. A ruthlessly exclusive affair, by strict invitation, only for the very top of the top. We are Madame Gill O’Teen Club for Treasonous Gents and we have a dream, a list and way too much time to spare. Our … Continue reading
Time to Put a Price on Their Heads. For entertainment purposes only… 3 to 1 baby! Not a day goes by without the huddled masses getting ripped off by a new cock-up by the corrupt S’painful gummints (yes, there is more than one) without anyone or anything being able to stop the criminals running the … Continue reading
There was a time in Spain that a cardinal of the holey roamin’ catchalick church could go about his business without bare-breasted furies yelling in his face and throwing faux-bloodstained panties at his purpurate person, unless previously requested. Such times are no longer. Yesterday cardinal Tony Rouco, the top rancid cheese of the Spanish church, … Continue reading
Well, we’re a couple of days into 2014, and boy it feels good to have left 2013 behind. What a drag of an annum last year was, so much noise and so little substance. Here in Spain the cryptofascist PeePee gummint has set the country back twenty years in the past year, implementing the God’s … Continue reading
Well, we’re all out of Olde English to celebrate, but there’s some Everclear in the freezer just waiting for that special occasion, so grab a glass and let us toast: to EuroVegas, we hardly knew ya, but good riddance anyway! Dang! Where’s the chaser, y’all? This blog, having diligently feared & loathed the EuroVegas (EV) … Continue reading
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