You have to tell Jose Felix Tezanos Let the CIS ask your honorable Members, trusting that they will tell the truth, how many of them consume prostitution services, how many are in favor of surrogacy, what is the social extraction of the body, how many belong to the Opus Dei (it seems that they are a third), how many are homosexuals and have fought for the rights of the group, and, why not, if there is someone of migrant origin among their ranks (visible, it seems that there is not one), beyond the fact that the PP will migrate to the judge García-Castellón to golden destinations until they needed it. To which we will add how many men and how many women are in the judicial hierarchy, and thus, with everything, we will be able to get an idea of what the Spanish judiciary is similar to the Spain in which they judge.
That the judiciary lacks education in sensitive matters is evident. If all men need greater awareness of male privileges, even more so for those who have the highest responsibility when it comes to distribute blame and punishment. Professional associations have to deal with more than just salary issues, which look like university student associations independent -who end up being more right-wing than Don Pelayo- and always the only thing they say is that they are going to improve the photocopy service.
Having theater programmed for them wouldn’t be bad either. That Spain is in decline is demonstrated by how little there is talk about theater in the public sphere. We have and have had some of the best performing arts in the worldalthough good Spain only liked Lina Morgan, Arturo Fernández and Alfonso Paso. Fuenteovejuna by Lope de Vega and The mayor of ZalaCalderón de la Barca’s opinion should be represented in the National Court. After the judges themselves held a Christmas session with Bohemian lights from Valle-Inclán. And everyone should end up seeing The Packby Jordi Casanovas, let’s see if your honors find out something once and for all. For dessert, 1936by Andres Lima and Albert Boronat, with Guillermo Toledo, although the latter may have to be left alone, as I said Deng Xiao Pingfor the next generation, don’t go choking.
It could have taken place with Julius Caesar or not. But we must not rule out that it is true. Let us not fail to notice that the Roman world was always concerned about justice. “Respice post te. Hominem te esse memento” (“Look behind you. Remember that you are a man”) or, to simplify, that the slave who was behind repeating this refrain would also get tired, “Memento mori” (“Remember that you will die.”) The Roman people told the highest judiciary not to be an asshole.
That the fascist and ignorant judge Eloy Velasco is bothered by the Mercadona cashiers – the owners of Mercadona bother me more, but I’m just a professor of Political Science– enters into its grotesque elitism, typical of a judicial power that we inherited from Francoism, an inheritance in turn from the 19th century, an inheritance in turn from a justice that was always from the kings, the aristocrats, from the rich, for the rich and for the rich. Not in vain, the judge and the priest always had lunch at the young man’s house. That’s why what happened with Lope de Vega and Calderón de la Barca was so popular.
The fact that someone who has worked or works as a Mercadona cashier has nothing to teach the judge is so vulgar and stinking that it has made us lose sight of the underlying problem. Because what is truly worrying is not only the machismo of the judiciary – an issue that, I fear, we share in any profession and performance – but how a judge comes to allow these statements. Is it true that once they pass the exams, they put on a T-shirt under their toga that says “I am God”?
The crazy Eloy Velasco had given us the key just before thinking that it was funny to say in a conference about Irene Montero and that she had paid for her psychology studies by working as a cashier:
“Suddenly, they thought they were showing us the world. They tried to explain to us what consent is… To a jurist, who has known what consent is since Roman law.”
Will the togas have asbestos or is it the wine from the mass? So it turns out that Eloy Velasco, by the mere fact of being a judge in the kingdom of Spain, has carried the golden thread of justice since Roman times.. Shut up, mortals! You have no one down there, no fucking idea! Because when he speaks, Justinian, Papinian, Gaius, Ulpian, Paulus and Modestine speak in his name, and, why not, Plutarch and even Virgil. What the hell will they teach these people in the academy so that they think of themselves as bearers of universal values, even if those values are fascist, sexist and racist?
So every time an ordinary citizen steps into a courtroom, he or she should know that what the person in black with a fist on top says is the Bible, period. That has been blowing in your ear since the dawn of timeMarcus Aurelius. Without a doubt, what they give those judges is something similar to what the Emeritus took when he forced Adolfo Suárez to resign. Juan Carlos I – a thief and scoundrel, like many of his Bourbon ancestors – demanded Suárez’s resignation (whom he embraced only when Alzheimer’s prevented the former president from ordering the monarch to fry asparagus for the sake of being fine) shouting at him:
‘You are here because the people have put you in with I don’t know how many millions of votes…. I am here because History has put me in, with seven hundred or so years. I am Franco’s successor, yes, but I am heir to 17 kings of my own family. We discuss whether NATO yes or NATO no, whether Israel or Arafat, whether Armada is good or dangerous. And since I don’t see that you are going to give in, the thing is quite clear: one of the two is superfluous in this country. One of the two is unnecessary. And, as you will understand, I do not intend to abdicate.’
Well, that’s Eloy Velasco, either you or the Mercadona cashiers. Take a survey in your neighborhood. Perhaps in this way, this judge Velasco, the decant of the best of the judicial history of Europe, the champion of justice who has always known everything, the continuer of the tradition of freedoms and rights of Western history, equal, only equal, will be He realizes that he has set the bar for cretins very high.
Let us leave aside that justice that condemned witches and rebellious slaves to the stake, that justified conquests and crusades, that imprisoned the poor and cared for the rich, that forgave the Nazis and the coup plotters, that allowed torture, the one that legitimized blood purity and prohibited marriages between Aryans and Jews, the one that enforced the right to property and left the hopeless on the street, the one that supported property owners and imprisoned strikers, the one that invited the shooting of those who called for the separation of church and state, the one that invited the shooting of those who called for an eight-hour work day, the one that imprisoned the suffragettes who broke shop windows and frees businessmen who prostitute minors. That justice before which it seems we have to kneel.
I don’t know that the judge Eloy Velasco knows things from Roman law. It does not seem true that this testify comes from grabbing his balls, using his testicles as witnesses. But as if it were. Because there are judges who have the witness and history from Rome behind them to say that a supermarket cashier is a fucking piece of shit who has no rights because that’s what those who interpret the laws are there for, and if they don’t like them, let it be the law of the sole Yes it is yes, the amnesty law or the law that charged banks for notary fees, they have a hard time. Because deep down, this is all about that; of eggs. Roman eggs, but eggs.
It’s scary to think that these people have the final say on your freedom. Because it seems that they think the same as those who say freedom or communism and they end up having half of Spain left over. Those who talk about “freedom” to enrich their relatives, those who manage to get a prosecutor charged before a thief boyfriend, those who pursue some leaks and forget about others, those who are in cahoots with corrupt people from the UDEF to invent tests and look for “something dodgy, cagoenlaputa”, from the pata on the ground of Podemos. Those who imprison puppeteers and rappers and release Emerituses and General Secretaries of the PP. Those who see “joy” in a girl raped by a herd of madmen. Those who had the General Council of the Judiciary outside the Constitution for five years. Enlightened ones who have had the truth since the time of the Romans.
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