To call the two brazen criminals Rato and Blesa (who used
to head the Spanish bank, Bankia) scum is, quite frankly an insult to frothy
filth.
One of these reptilian pieces of
slime has managed to evade going to prison as he has been classed as a ‘no risk
of flight’ sort of criminal who doesn’t need to be locked up. I would like to see him walk down the Gran
Via and the expression of hatred and contempt that he would find form ordinary
citizens of this country would encourage him to go to prison for his own
protection! Neither Rato nor Blessa dare
walk down any street in Spain openly because they would be attacked by the
people they have impoverished as they have stolen shamelessly from the people
in the bank that they plundered.
I live in
hope that the various criminals who have been identified and accused actually
end up in the sort of prison that they deserve.
Actually, I consider the ‘sort of prison that they deserve’ to be a
rough cell-less penitentiary in Louisiana filled with large, rough men looking
for ‘bitches’ – but perhaps my liberal credentials are beginning to slip by
saying that and I should say that it is only a joke in poor taste. But I can’t.
May they rot. And the whole of
the politico-empressorio-bankio-klepto class of them!
The use of
‘black’ credit cards for the movers and shakers of Bankia in which theft was
institutionalised has become public knowledge and the criminals involved have
had to appear in front of judges and their laughable defence is that they
really didn’t know about the criminality of it all. They thought that almost unlimited spending
upon themselves was just another little legal perk for the ‘work’ that they
were doing for the ‘bank’. Of course no
one believes this tissue thin ‘explanation’ of their apparent ‘ignorance’ but
our corrupt government, which they all support of course, keeps bleating on
about the ‘assumption of innocence’ as if they have even a passing belief in
the value of law, except in the legal system that they have politicised.
¡Viva
Podemos!
The weather today is the sort of grudging weather that is
sulkily trying not to rain, but resenting every moment without moisture. I had my cup of tea inside the café in the
swimming pool rather than sit in the cold.
I know that it is the middle of February and what the hell do I expect,
but yesterday was delightful and I was that level of warmth in winter that I
have come to expect in this country!
Heliophilic lust has ever been one of my most pressing characteristics!
I’m not
sure what is happening to our plans for a holiday in Gran Canaria, they seem to
be on some sort of uneasy hold at the moment, but I am eager for them to come
to some sort of fulfilment so that the increasingly pasty state of my skin can
be rectified!
I am steadily working my way through my latest box set of Decca
Phase 4 re-mastered CDs by playing them in the car and the delights are many -
with the exception of the single CD of Flamenco, obviously, which I have given
away. Verdi’s Requiem being played far too loudly and with my eyes streaming with
tears makes the tedium of driving just that little bit more bearable! Their version of The Carnival of the Animals has accompanying poems by Ogden Nash
and at present I am listening to Rubenstein playing Chopin’s Nocturnes. The cheap availability of music like this is
one of the delights of the post vinyl age.
I am not
ignoring live music, as this evening I am excited about going to what looks
like a fairly spectacular production of Norma – which I will review tomorrow.
I started another poem last night and got a fair way with it
before, as usual, it ground its way to stasis and bed seems like a better
alternative to wasting any more pencil lead.
I feel refreshed today and I will try and take it a little further and,
who knows, I might even take it with me on the bus and work on it on the
tedious journey to Barcelona.
The life cultural knows no rest!
My recent poems may be found at smrnewpoems.blogspot.com.es
My recent poems may be found at smrnewpoems.blogspot.com.es
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