Hell breaks loose... In London

There must be something terribly wrong. Helicopters patrolling left and right the sky for the entire day; cops in yellow-greenish bibs, ready to get into action, hundreds of them all over central London; barricades of steel; streets and avenues covered with propaganda leaflets; fearsome screams, massive yellings everywhere. 214 arrested, today; London was a unsafe place to be. No offense to the third world, London was today the Third World. Animals and beasts of all kinds were losen today... I have seen a group of no more than 40 humiliating, unpunished, a couple of soldiers cleaning a stain of paint from the monument in front of Downing Street. Some pubs were screening the entrance of people today, in Mayfair, in Soho. Oxford Street was a pitched battle. More than a hundred of policemen were entrenched in The Parliament Houses area, entreating the fight. The human zoo gathered in Hyde Park, Achilles Gate, looked to me like the natives in King Kong oldie, awakening the Beast. I walked parts of central London this afternoon and evening and felt uneasy and insecure. I can't see any future in the UK; you can build shit with this youth, tattooed in intolerance and savagery. Cut the money! Cut it all for these uncivilized. They are the sons and daughters of the rich and look what money has done out of them. what was the use of money for them? In fact, I felt sympathies for that handful, not more than a dozen, of old men living across Westminster in tents: Stop The War, they say, and they remain faithful to such demand _What is the fucking United Nations going to do about Syria? How about France?, I wonder. "The humanity of an artist is no guarantee that he is a decent human being", I read in one of the placards, and I like it a lot of, totally agree.

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The evening has fallen colder and colder over London, more and more desolate and inhospitable, and so has my heart. London, you are doomed. You are ripe for evil recollection.

Madrid, November 2010. I was there. The man is remembered picking his niece's teddy bear from a pile of debris after being savagely killed by ETA. He embraced a cause: the total extermination of ETA, no middle points, no conversations, by means of the power of the Law. Zapatero, on the contrary, tried negotiations with the assassins gang, looked for political exchanges, although he denied it; a bomb in Madrid Airport in December 2007 and two Equatorial killed, however, forced him to stop and bide some time; but, now, he and the government is surreptitiously doing it again.

I was there, moved and touched, wet eyes. It was planned as a quick and short demonstration, but the number of people was larger than expected to the point of collapsing the traffic in La Castellana (behind the speaker). The man, a very civilized and decent human being, repeatedly asked people to move on the sidewalks as much as possible and wanted to cancel his speech, but people did not let him do it, and just cheered him up. Not in vain, the man has created a movement called The Civil Rebellion.

Socialist of the world,
         Animals to be civilized,
               Snakes of violence and slavery,
                       Up-class sons-of-a-bitch

Learn from the Spaniards!

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