I have this story in my chest and I need to cough it up: finally, I found the way.
There is nothing new in the fact that the majority of Spanish politicians, who has sworn to comply with and enforce the Spanish Constitution of 1978 as a previous requisite to accept their positions, and whose salaries stem from it, failed to attend the official acts to honor our Constitution in its anniversary on the past 6th of December. There is nothing new either in the fact that, against the Constitution and the Country itself acts were organized by some of these politicians on the very same day. We are certainly getting used to it and expect no different.
Nevertheless, the circumstances are disgusting... Vomiting, as a matter of fact. The Spanish Constitution is being openly contradicted de facto, since years ago, starting from the realization that the sovereignty of the Spanish Nation is no longer represented in the Parliament, a consequence of the First Article of the Carta Magna. The beginning of the calamitous and fatal situation in which our country, my country, is now can be amply contemplated in the dark abyss lying between the ruling class and the un-ruling.
The past 6th of December, however -and this is new- groups of citizens organized by more or less political entities, rendered tribute to the Constitution and the Unity of our country -which, as a warning to readers sailing astray, it is an indisputable historical fact-. The brave one took place in Barcelona, a dissonant voice in that putrid pool of dictatorship and corruption, the only one probably in the whole year 2012. In central Madrid, a group established to defend the Unity of Spain, did its homage in La Plaza de Colon.
My heart is kept in anguish before this demonstrations because, although righteous and veritable, are insufficient to get us all in the same direction.
I insist that, in the core, those acts were a display of citizenship but groups of dim political color were behind. The fact that those groups were or, at least, are perceived, as right-wing, is an irremediable handicap, an impossibility for agreement. Unfortunately, the left of PSOE is in decomposition, the most fantastic dreams could not bring the communists to accept the rest and the decent left is too unimportant or just suspicious. In times of betrayal, everything looks suspicious, and is there any being more suspicious than the Spaniard? The beautiful version of the National Anthem sung by a Cuban woman, mulatto face known in TV, who lives a high-maintenance life in Marbella, looks suspicious; the beautiful version of the National Anthem sung by Elena Fernandez de Cordoba, an aristocrat, looks suspicious; the beautiful version with sensible lyrics of Jon Juaristi, a former ETA militant, looks suspicious. The old guys with Spanish flags shouting "Viva Espana!" while the host of the event congratulate the singer, looks more than suspicious to many. The terrible testimony of ETA victims seem opportunistic, the anniversary of massacres is getting forgotten and the claim from Basques and Catalans that Basques and Catalans are a fundamental part of Spain is ignored.
But, alas!, in this climate of hopeless desperation, when, on the morning of the 7th I was working early while listening to the news, and heard the National Anthem in this picturesque dress, faded away completely the stench of any dictatorship, I couldn't help but cry... In the dim light of the dawn, I was crying alone. Swift, but just for an instant, like a super-fast bolt, a hope crossed my mind: "maybe, not everything is lost".
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There is nothing new in the fact that the majority of Spanish politicians, who has sworn to comply with and enforce the Spanish Constitution of 1978 as a previous requisite to accept their positions, and whose salaries stem from it, failed to attend the official acts to honor our Constitution in its anniversary on the past 6th of December. There is nothing new either in the fact that, against the Constitution and the Country itself acts were organized by some of these politicians on the very same day. We are certainly getting used to it and expect no different.
Nevertheless, the circumstances are disgusting... Vomiting, as a matter of fact. The Spanish Constitution is being openly contradicted de facto, since years ago, starting from the realization that the sovereignty of the Spanish Nation is no longer represented in the Parliament, a consequence of the First Article of the Carta Magna. The beginning of the calamitous and fatal situation in which our country, my country, is now can be amply contemplated in the dark abyss lying between the ruling class and the un-ruling.
The past 6th of December, however -and this is new- groups of citizens organized by more or less political entities, rendered tribute to the Constitution and the Unity of our country -which, as a warning to readers sailing astray, it is an indisputable historical fact-. The brave one took place in Barcelona, a dissonant voice in that putrid pool of dictatorship and corruption, the only one probably in the whole year 2012. In central Madrid, a group established to defend the Unity of Spain, did its homage in La Plaza de Colon.
My heart is kept in anguish before this demonstrations because, although righteous and veritable, are insufficient to get us all in the same direction.
I insist that, in the core, those acts were a display of citizenship but groups of dim political color were behind. The fact that those groups were or, at least, are perceived, as right-wing, is an irremediable handicap, an impossibility for agreement. Unfortunately, the left of PSOE is in decomposition, the most fantastic dreams could not bring the communists to accept the rest and the decent left is too unimportant or just suspicious. In times of betrayal, everything looks suspicious, and is there any being more suspicious than the Spaniard? The beautiful version of the National Anthem sung by a Cuban woman, mulatto face known in TV, who lives a high-maintenance life in Marbella, looks suspicious; the beautiful version of the National Anthem sung by Elena Fernandez de Cordoba, an aristocrat, looks suspicious; the beautiful version with sensible lyrics of Jon Juaristi, a former ETA militant, looks suspicious. The old guys with Spanish flags shouting "Viva Espana!" while the host of the event congratulate the singer, looks more than suspicious to many. The terrible testimony of ETA victims seem opportunistic, the anniversary of massacres is getting forgotten and the claim from Basques and Catalans that Basques and Catalans are a fundamental part of Spain is ignored.
But, alas!, in this climate of hopeless desperation, when, on the morning of the 7th I was working early while listening to the news, and heard the National Anthem in this picturesque dress, faded away completely the stench of any dictatorship, I couldn't help but cry... In the dim light of the dawn, I was crying alone. Swift, but just for an instant, like a super-fast bolt, a hope crossed my mind: "maybe, not everything is lost".
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