It’s bloody cold. As
usual the television is showing pictures (complete with breathlessly astonished
commentary) of snow falling in Spain.
Every year this annual occurrence is greeted with complete astonishment. But it is cold. This morning it was nine degrees! Cold!
At least
the water in the swimming pool was warm.
Ish. And that is good enough for
me. In spite of the pool apparently
being crowded, it worked out that I had a swimming lane to myself for the whole
time that I was there. That is what I
call starting the day well.
And it
continued well with my completion of my latest poem, or latest draft as I like
to think, making use of the pages of notes that I have written ever since I
heard that damned tune ringing in my head first thing in the morning. Why it was there and why I then though of my
parents’ dog is one of those sequences that defy rational explanation – but I
think that I have produced a satisfactory poem from the disruption!
My new
poems are to be found at smrnewpoems.blogspot.com.es
I can’t help feeling that there should be a @ sign somewhere there, but I’ve
found that smrnewpoems typed into Google is sufficient to get you there. If, indeed, there is where you want to go. The new stuff is mounting up and I am well on
my way to producing enough product to fill the new book.
The
political situation in this country gets worse by the day. Yesterday the appalling joke that terms
himself our President and the self seeking opportunistic leader of the
so-called socialist party PSOE had a television opportunity together to sign
some sort of accord in the fight against terrorism. Presumably it was to give them an appropriate
setting to show themselves being statesman-like and serious – they both need
such shoring up of their positions as both of their fatuous political groupings
are under serious threat by the newly formed Podemos. The initial effect of this televised meeting
was thrown a little by our august president being unable to make his way to the
right chair to sit in to sign the document!
Pathetic!
The
character assassination of Podemos continues with the minister for the taxation
department using his position for political advantage and, in his pip-squeak
voice questioning the probity of the party.
This from PP, a party riddled with corruption which is resolutely
refuses to recognize because it has an absolute majority in parliament and it
uses that majority with a cynical disregard for the voters of this country
which takes the breath away.
The
national headquarters of PP were built with black money from developers in a
secret account which is common knowledge now.
PP are trying to say that the guilty parties involved in this are the
architect and a man who has actually been in prison for almost two years who
was the treasurer of PP! Of the last
four treasurers of PP, three have been accused of crimes. When you add the number of majors, senators,
officials and party members who have been accused of corruption it is difficult
not to say that corruption is systemic to PP.
Judges are moved from cases, cases are delayed – the whole of the
justice system is a joke with political interference blatant and cynical. Living in Spain is like being in a country
governed by a branch of FIFA – and what could be more criminal than that?
Change
cannot come too soon. Bring it on!
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