Says David Maeztu re the anti-Yankee, but far more widely applicable, IP reform. The desertion of public opinion by both PP and PSOE to collaborate with proportionately insignificant peripheral nationalisms at least makes political sense: the systematic electoral underweighting of small national parties means that you’re unlikely to be able to deal profitably with them…
Over at Rob Lunn’s gaff. The RAE is currently preparing a major update of its entry to justify the imminent de-imputation on the grounds of incomprehension of the Infanta, whose university degrees might suggest she is actually in full command of her senses, thus helping us forget those babes and fools (oh so wise!) who…
Perhaps an early comment on what to newcomers may appear a genetic peculiarity of the Iberians, whereby fairness affects a far higher proportion of women than men.
I was wondering if, as in Switzerland (via), there isn’t in France a negative correlation between a propensity to vote to reduce immigration and the propensity of immigrants to take up residence in the voter’s district. But then I noticed that Castelsarrasin, a nice enough town almost on the Garonne, is one of Marine Le…
In the absence of her chief defence advocate, Mariano Rajoy, what impresses me most is the noise of the mob outside. But, despite attempts by the PP and IU to break down the separation of powers, this isn’t a kangaroo court like that convened for Marie Antoinette.
I’ve met the odd Ecuatorian Hitler and Congolese Genghis Khan, but here from Simon Romero at the NYT is the nec plus ultra (“SHARE-Lockee WHOLE-mees”; Xerox, Autenticada and Fotocópia) of modern Romance naming custom.
In fairness, 12 Years a Slave is said to be the best homoerotic SM flick since Cruising. But I and my fellow Celts are still atoning for our rejection of the Anglo-Saxons in the 8th century, and my offer to sit out 6 years in order to reduce the film to a manageable 67 minutes…
I used to conduct quite a lot, and I date the invasion of the happy smiling Prozac people to around 1995. This kind of franchising makes McDonalds look like a breed farm for anarcho-individualism. Or maybe 1995 was just when I became a sad facking sociopath. (Via another Destroyer of Delights and Sunderer of Society.)
