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.
- Mumbling in the moss, and other pleasant distractions
Are only 28% of the French interested in handcuffing and blindfolding because they prefer real, live, political ignominy?
- The end of the puente aéreo Albacete-Barcelona
But may a new link to Zaragoza be in the offing?
- World semen survey
There was a big discussion at choir last night about the frightful quality of semen in Barcelona. That’s not an infrequent
- Cats vs porcupines: Gramsci’s view
Mistress Puss has departed for the hill, so it’s time for another beast to abuse, kill and eat the 5-6cm American
- New political party?
In the week that a guy was stabbed to death in fighting between Catalan fascists (sorry, libertarian bodies and left-wing separatists)