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End to nation

To resolve the sulks and squabbles that generally pass for politics in Spain, Arcadi Espada suggests referring to “[Spanish regional] nationalities” as “euphemistic communities.” (Standard radio debate:
–Forsooth, who will buy Catalan wine if the constitution does not refer to ‘us’ as a nation?!
–Nay sir, the Spanish is the only true nation!)

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Urban terrorism 101: don’t kill furry animals

John Chappell’s got the latest on the anarchist bomb down town this morning. Everyone hated the squatters anyway–squatting has largely become a licence to run tax-free, non-H&S compliant drink & drugs bars that keep the whole neighbourhood awake–but now they’ve killed a dog, and that’s going to finish them. Killing a dog is about the [...]

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The madness of Níjar

Surprise has been expressed in circles, squares and other pleasingly simple geometrical arrangements of peapoles, that revolutionaries should want to destroy those who, according to Ken Livingstone and other prophets of the New Municipalism, are their nearest and dearest. What folly, my darlings!
We creaky reactionaries know that revolutions always destroy society (and often themselves) from [...]

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Making it up

Daisy-chaining the “they’re lying to us” theme, additional evidence that a journalist is much more than a blogger who gets paid not to fact-check.

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Apparently some ladies & gents with whom I sing when the big geezer is off doing other stuff are going to be on the telly quite a lot.

Apart from the odd bit of arranging, the barrel organ is the thing at the moment, when I get time. It’s a somewhat more lonely path, but I’m not very good at dance steps or 80s music anyway.

Kalebeul wouldn’t watch a hagiography of a faghating totalitarian fuckwit like St Paul, so it sees no reason this weekend to take cinema seats away from Barcelona’s chiliastic masses in their nostalgic lust for Hispanic dictators and good-looking saints. Paul Berman’s piece from 2004 applies. Even the regime sociologists seem to have noticed that Cataloonia has lost track of reality.

Graffiti of Camarón de la Isla and guitarist, somewhere in Barcelona, I think in Carmelo, so overlooking the place where he died:

More here.

Kabe-Otoko/Wall Man, neither human nor demon, observes the world from within walls:

Velen verzeggen Schiedam, maar sluiten dadelijk een verbond met Barcelona.” Is it about drinkers swearing by Dutch gin/jenever, only to turn to Spanish wine and brandy?


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