#Brexit-Spain, A Tale of Two Referenda

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Will we be on the fence again? Will the Spanish people decide there is no political party sufficiently trustworthy to rule the country?
The situation is unprecedented. If the votes are fragmented, the country will be once more headed for uncharted territory. Such is the situation in this country that is holding its collective breath as we remember the events in Greece and how the country was forced to accept vitriol and abuse from the EU because they had failed to meet expectations. What would happen in the hypothetical case that Unidos Podemos wins? They are not a traditionally established political force but a grassroots organization. The major parties have launched wave upon wave of petty causes against them. It reeks of fear at having to confront a new force that has not yet become jaded and just may have it in them to actually do something for the people. They have, indeed, polarized the public opinion. Either you love them or you hate them. They represent the dangerous ‘reds’ that generations of politicians have warned about. The reaction if they win by a sufficient majority is uncertain.

Everywhere you turn, people equate the EU with Europe. To my knowledge, Europe existed centuries before the EU was even thought of.

The very concept of the United States of Europe is one that seems artificial. A conglomerate of federal states that share common cultural roots, but otherwise are extremely diverse, is not likely to be easily shaped into a super state. It can only be done by extensive acculturation where people readily give up parts of their cultures and adopt others from a ‘super culture’. The tendency is then to view the original culture as backwards and less important. Homogeneity is the goal, whatever the price. Ultimately, if you deny different cultures their identity, if you force them to succumb to the conventionality of a uber culture, what you are doing is putting cultural diversity at risk. You are playing God with structures that have been in place for centuries and that have evolved at their own pace and will continue to do so. Cultures tend to mix spontaneously if allowed to. When you tamper with the natural progression of things, it is bound to go wrong at some point. If you want to subjugate a people, shame the elders and uproot the young, and you will effectively have left them at the mercy of whatever cultural wind blows hardest. A culture with dry roots and no new leaves will wither and die, as the living being that it is. I fear we are being farmed for profit by those who should look after our interests.

Never before have the superpowers that truly dominate our world been so obscure as to their designations. The EU decides to keep a country that is bankrupt within the union, but urges another country that is in ten times better condition to leave as soon as possible. Where is the logic? Forget economic reasons. There is something deeper, darker and infinitely more troubling going on.
Capitalism and its puppet masters are accommodating their pawns, preparing a new game. Perhaps it is more suitable for the UK to leave the irksome safe port of Europe and join other associates? Perhaps the USA will forge a new alliance with them?
Whatever else, the people of Great Britain or of Spain, or any other country will not be the beneficiaries of these changes and readjustments.

The Likes and Dislikes of a Green Dog

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Now, before I begin, I must warn you, dear reader: I do not get shocked easily, so I hope you don’t either.

let’s begin with the things the Green Dog likes.

1. Honesty.
The type of honesty that requires courage and makes your knees tremble a bit, although you know you’re doing the right thing.It’s not an honesty that you push upon others, but a self-serving, disciplined kindness that you treat yourself with and naturally flows through you and out towards anyone that interacts with you.

2. Happiness.
The joy of a child, the smile of the love of your life, a good book, hot chocolate, thick socks in the winter, watching a sunset, a hug that puts your battered pieces back in their place.

3. LOVE.
With capital letters. Unconditional,eternal, can’t-live-without-it, breathing, palpitating, living. The type of love I was always told didn’t exist and was made to feel sceptical about. They lied to me. It DOES, in fact, exist. It has always been in my life. I will make it room so it stays.

4. Music.
Heart stopping, timeless, leaves-me-in-tears kind of music. Anything from Bach to the Beatles, from Guns n Roses to Adele, from Leonard Cohen to Barbra Streisand, from Pachelbel to Hevia, from Metallica to the Bee Gees. (phew, what a ride, eh?)

5. Chocolate!
Any type, any time. S’all good…

6. Writing.
About any and every little thing that crosses my wee mind. Unapologetically. I am especially interested in what makes society tick, whether it be a concert, an idea, a situation. I am a chronic over thinker, so I usually have to stop myself from looking at a situation from perspective 457b.

Now…(dramatic music, thunder and lightning) what makes the Green Dog growl and bark at the top of my lungs?

1. Hypocrisy.
I can’t bear it. It makes my skin crawl. I am all about live and let live, but please, it works both ways! Some people can’t seem to accept the fact that if you wish to be permitted to live your life by your rules, you should logically grant others the right to do the same. And if you feel the need to lie about/ hide/ tweak things in your life because of public opinion, I’d suggest a good beer and a mental ‘up yours’ to whoever dares meddle in your affairs. Lying will get you nowhere (except if you’re rich and/or a politician).

If you cannot-or will not- try something, let the rest of humanity take their chances. We actually want to live because that is the purpose of life.

3. Haters
See that tree over there? Go tell it how awful it is, how it doesn’t look natural enough, how its leaves are disgusting. Get yourself a punching bag and leave the rest of us alone. And mostly love yourself so can stop blaming everything else.

The world is a better place without you, so just go manicure yourselves into oblivion and take your manipulating hides on a permanent vacation. To Mars. My treat.

5. Whiners.
The world owes you nothing. Other people are not better off than you, it’s just that they DO something about it.

6. Cod liver oil.

The Green Dog

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Why A Blog? Why Not?

In my ideal world…

I could just sit on my couch and write my way to a decent salary. That would be the start of it. I could forget that I have to be available 24/7 for my elderly mother. I could fail to remember that I haven’t had a holiday in over twenty years and instead dream away of where I will go to on my next exciting adventure.

I could erase the slippery feeling of not quite being ‘in’ and almost surely being ‘out’ of my own life. It is that feeling of the eternal traveler, the pilgrim always on the way to see the object of devotion. You are never quite ‘from here’ or ‘from there’.

Thus, I write to figure out if I can navigate the storms of life with a steady heart, or more likely with a shaky hand that trembles at the helm, as if it were not actually my purpose to rule over my life.

Perhaps on the way, some charming, kind souls might find my musings acceptable enough to read and they’d reward my feeble attempts at literature with a compassionate smile.

After that, who knows. I might actually be persuaded to think of myself as a writer and dream of becoming a blog-dog, green ears flapping joyfully in the wind as I trot towards the sunset.green_dog2

I Write…Because a Green Dog Needs a Howl Now and Then

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I started to write this piece as I looked at my mom, trying to sleep in spite of her feeling sick. The weather doesn’t help because it’s stormy and too warm. All she wants is for me to let her go to bed, and I can’t let her go to bed. I end up giving in, though I know I’ll be constantly interrupted for at least a couple of hours, if not all night. I might even have to spend the night in her room to keep her from choking if she vomits, because she might not remember to roll on her side or move her head at least.

Just another day in the life of a care giver for someone with dementia.

I write because it is the only thing that can help me focus when life gets too frustrating and the little stolen moments of peace with my computer are treasures comparable to fairground prizes that are not going to solve your life, but will definitely make you smile with their tinkling sound and help you recall that you, too, are a person and not just a necessary appendix to someone’s life.

I cannot find the ‘blessing’ in watching my once strong, energetic, and bossy mother disappear before my eyes daily and know that there were will come a time when she will not know me as her daughter. I must be a selfish person.

I write because I need to collect my thoughts and find my own voice. I write with the hope of one day being able to actually make a difference, however small, towards understanding  what this life we live is about.

Football, Prostitutes, Bread and Circus / Fútbol, Putas, Pan Y Circo

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¡Ay, el orgullo patrio!
Somos españoles, qué duda cabe. ¡Y estamos orgullosos de ello, claro está!
Y encima, este año hay Eurocopa. El no va más. Ya tenemos a medio país alelado para varias semanas. En medio de todos los festejos y jolgorios propios del verano, nos plantan el fútbol. Y salta el escándalo de unos futbolistas que al parecer utilizaron los servicios de un individuo llamado Torbe para conseguirles ‘señoritas de compañía’. Se destapa así el enésimo capítulo de prostitución, pero claro…hay algo diferente. Estamos hablando de nuestros héroes nacionales; los que nos hacen sentir mil emociones, y a los que se les reconoce en el extranjero sus excelentes cualidades.
Así que se les da un tirón de orejas y ya, que a los héroes hay que tratarlos bien. No se les puede avergonzar, por Dios. Y el tirón de orejas, de los suaves y por tapar bocas de feministas y demás fauna.
Ahora bien, hay que tener claras algunas cosas.
No existen putas sin puteros, así que mientras no se cree un término equivalente para los hombres, que sea igualmente despectivo y universal no me parece correcto ni lógico decir quién es o no puta. Los puteros se sabe quiénes son. Desprecian a las mujeres. En el fondo, se menosprecian a sí mismos.
En España se es puta por no seguir casada aunque no te hayan pegado. Se es puta por ser madre y no resignarse a ser solo madre. Se es puta por creer que tienes derecho y deber de velar por mí misma. Se es puta porque si no encajas en otra categoría, pues eso…. ¿Y las aficionadas al fútbol, qué opinan? ¿Y las novias/ esposas de los futbolistas?
¿Y las ‘chicas’ de Torbe? Apuesto a que habrá quien las vea mal, incluso algunas mujeres.
Mientras una mujer se atreva a llamar a otra ‘puta’, seguirán dividiéndonos en santas, matronas y putas.
Todo este circo montado, y el país a días de unas nuevas elecciones generales que prometen, cuando poco, espectáculo. ¡Qué coincidencia!
Y en las calles se oye el runrún del deporte, caldeando el ambiente.
La mayoría ‘pasa’ de política. Pues mientras así sea, que no se molesten en estar mínimamente informados, así nos lucirán las carteras de puro vacías. Y mientras sea más importante para muchos un grupo de señores obscenamente ricos dándole patadas a un balón que el estado real del país, con parados, desahuciados y desigualdades, algunos pocos- el 1%- se frotan las manos mientras los demás en su mayoría se anestesian de la realidad con altas dosis de patriotismo frente a una pantalla.
Circo. Y pan…o cerveza.

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Oh, the national pride!
We are Spanish, of course. And proud of it, obviously!
And this year we have European Cup Championship. It can’t get any better. Half the country is mentally paralysed for a few weeks. In the midst of all the summer feasts and parties, they feed us football. And the scandal arises: several football players have asked a known pimp, Torbe, for ‘escorts’ . This is the latest case of organised prostitution in Spain… but of course, there IS a difference. We are talking about our national heroes, the ones who make us feel a thousand emotions and who are well-known abroad for their excellent qualities.
So we just give them a slap on the wrist because you have to treat heroes right. You can’t shame them, for Goodness’ sake. And the slap on the wrist, not too strong, just enough to stop feminists and such ilk from talking too much.
Nevertheless, we must be clear on a few things.
There’s no such thing as a ‘male prostitute’ figure in popular culture (though I do know they exist). The connotations are not the same as for women. A female prostitute is the image of lack of morality, of the basest instincts. Now the question is who decides what is moral or not, and beyond what point it is inadmissible.
You can be a woman of ill repute because you dared to divorce without having been beaten. You can be a bad woman because you don’t limit yourself to being just a mother. You are a dubious woman because you I believe that you have the duty and the liberty to care for yourself. You can be all that because you don’t fit into another category that ‘explains’ you better. I don’t want to choose a category to ‘fit into’. I will not buy into a false dichotomy.
And what about the female football fans’ opinion on this? And the footballers’ wives and girlfriends?
And Torbe’s ‘girls’? I bet there will be people who think badly of them, even other women. While one woman feels she has the right to call another woman ‘slut’, we will be divided into the categories of saint, matron or slut.
The whole circus is in action, and the country is a few days away from a general election that will be, at least, entertaining. What a coincidence!
Meanwhile, on the streets, your hear the engines of sports conversations revving up.
Most people ‘don’t care’ about politics. Well, as long as this is the case, that people don’t feel the need to inform themselves, our political culture will be as devoid of substance as our wallets are empty of cash. While a bunch of obscenely well paid men kicking a ball are more important than the state of the country, its unemployed, homeless and poor, the 1% will benefit and most of the rest will numb themselves from reality on high doses of patriotism in front of a screen.
Circus. And bread…or beer.

Conspiracy or Reality? / ¿Conspiración o Realidad?


Once again, the question arises as to whether we are or are not being told the truth about the motives behind apparently fortuitous, tragic, violent events.
This post, by Brandon Turbeville, gives us a few new answers as to why the shooting at Orlando took place.
If the truth is a question of logic, these facts as well as others that may be known in time can give the official story a twist.
I have never been easy prey to conspiracy theories. However, sometimes there are too many facts that point in the same direction, finally forcing one to accept that what seems reasonable and logical is indeed only one of the possibilities.
What is more worrying is that we get the impression of being led by the nose to a certain viewpoint, while inconvenient facts are being swept out of the way, denied or kept secret.
Read and decide for yourselves.

5 Reasons to Question the Official Story of the Orlando Shooting

Una vez más, se hace preciso preguntarse si se nos está o no diciendo la verdad sobre los motivos detrás de un acto aparentemente fortuito, trágico y violento.
Este artículo de Brendan Turbeville nos da algunas respuestas nuevas sobre el tiroteo de Orlando, Florida.
Si la verdad es cuestión de lógica, estos hechos al igual que otros que se vayan sabiendo pueden darle a la versión oficial un giro inesperado.
Nunca me han gustado las teorías conspiratorias. Sin embargo a veces hay demasiadas cosas que apuntan en una dirección, lo cual nos obliga a aceptar que lo más probable es solo una de las posibles explicaciones.
Lo que es más preocupante es que tengo la impresión de que nos están llevando aposta hacia una conclusión, mientras que hechos inconvenientes se están desacreditando, negando o manteniendo en secreto.
Este autor hace una recopilación de datos que dan que pensar: el FBI había interrogado al asesino en dos ocasiones. Había llamado al servicio de urgencias y se había identificado como simpatizante de ISIS. Su ex mujer, a la cual había pegado, le había llamado antes y durante el tiroteo, y estaba al tanto de sus intenciones. Ahora ella ha desaparecido.
Juzguen ustedes si es o no conveniente creer la realidad que nos cuentan o si hay razones para creer en otras teorías.

Life As A Carer and How It Affects Your Career/ La Vida Como Cuidador y Cómo Afecta a Tu Carrera Laboral


Nobody knows and what’s more, nobody wants to know just how hard it is for a person who must take care of an elderly relative to work outside the home (when they can find a job and an employer flexible enough to accept their limitations), then go back and face whatever you must with a smile. Nobody can tell the dignity you must create to not crawl into a corner and give up. You cannot give up when people count on you. Nobody knows about the sleepless nights trying to make sense of a life that for over two decades has been oriented more towards others than to yourself in every way.
Some people assume that you are a dimwitted woman with little to no ambition because you are a full time caregiver.
I have some news for you, if you’re one such person. You are sorely mistaken. We, the carers, know better than many CEO’s how to run a business because the people we love and care about depend on it. They depend on our creativity, flexibility and sheer working capacity and ethics. These are, I would think, qualities that are sought after in a worker. It is a positive thing to face difficulties and be able to deal with them. It shows courage.
There seems to be little value placed on caring for the elderly or children, unless, of course, you make a business from it. But caring for YOUR elderly/ disabled/ children is somehow a sign of weakness, disinterest in having a career, low motivation and/or lack of ambition. It is also a sign that this society we live in is flawed at the heart of its social policies. Or perhaps it is something deeper than that. It is a sign that empathy has been lost, that we have grown accustomed to providing only for ourselves and not taking into account anyone else’s needs or circumstances. A society of unfeeling, unthinking individuals.
I am proud to have been a Jill of All Trades, whatever it took to provide for my family. It has provided me with a sense of resilience and the knowledge that I could succeed.
Now the time has come to start again and reinvent myself.
I will.
How do I know?
Because I have to.
I am the Green Dog.
I will find my path, like I always do, regardless of the sly looks, the fear, the rumors and the ill-concealed mistrust.
Dedicated to all the doubters, the haters, the liars, the unimaginative thinkers.
Nadie lo sabe, y lo que es más, nadie quiere saber lo difícil que resulta para una persona cuidar de un familiar mayor y trabajar fuera (cuando pueden encontrar un trabajo y un jefe lo suficientemente flexible para adaptarse a sus circunstancias) y después volver a casa a enfrentarse con lo que haya con una sonrisa. Nadie adivina lo que cuesta llevarlo con la dignidad suficiente para no arrastrarte hacia un rincón y desistir. No puedes desistir cuando hay gente que cuenta contigo. Nadie sabe de tus noches sin dormir intentando encontrarle el sentido a una vida que durante más de dos décadas ha estado orientada más a los demás que a tí misma.
Algunas personas dan por hecho que eres una mujer de pocas luces, con poca o ninguna ambición porque eres una cuidadora a tiempo completo.
Tengo noticias para tí, si eres una de esas personas. Estás completamente equivocado. Nosotros los cuidadores sabemos mejor que muchos directores generales como organizar una empresa porque la gente a la que queremos depende de ello. Dependen de nuestra creatividad, flexibilidad y nuestra capacidad de trabajo, así como nuestra ética personal. Estas son, creo yo, cosas que un empresario busca en un trabajador. Es positivo enfrentarse a las dificultades y ser capaz de resolverlas. Demuestra valor.
Se le atribuye poco valor a cuidar de los mayores o de los niños, a no ser, claro, que lo conviertas en negocio. Pero cuidar de TUS viejos/ discapacitados/ niños es de alguna manera una debilidad, desinterés por tener una carrera profesional, poca motivación y/o falta de aspiraciones. También es una señal de que la sociedad en la que vivimos está viciada en cuanto a sus políticas sociales. O quizá es señal de algo más profundo. Es señal de que la empatía se ha perdido, de que nos hemos acostumbrado a proveer solo para nosotros mismos y a no tener en cuenta las necesidades o circunstancias de más nadie. Es una sociedad de individuos que no piensan ni sienten.
Estoy orgullosa de haber sido aprendiza de todo, lo que fuese para ayudar a mi familia. Me ha dotado de resistencia, y de la sabiduría de que puedo salir adelante.
Ahora llega el momento de reinventarme a mí misma y empezar de nuevo.
Lo lograré.
¿Cómo lo sé?
Porque tengo que hacerlo.
Soy el Perro Verde.
Encontraré mi camino como hago siempre, a pesar de las miradas de reojo, el miedo, los rumores y la desconfianza mal disimulada.
Se lo dedico a los que dudan, a los que odian, a los que mienten, a los pensadores sin imaginación.

It Takes A Tribe / Hace Falta Una Tribu


You need a tribe.
There’s a popular African saying that it takes a tribe to educate a child.
Recently, a Spanish politician, Anna Gabriel-a woman, no less- said in an interview that she would prefer to have children in a communal situation where the child wouldn’t have to rely solely on their parents for support.
‘ If I could be a part of a group that decided to have children in common, as a group, I’d like the idea.’ Anna Gabriel believes that ‘There are other cultures in the world where paternity and maternity are not so individualistic, it is not so centred on a small group such as a nuclear family….which tends to make people very conservative. You want what’s best for yours only, and “yours” are few, one, two or three. It’s a perverse logic.’
My experience as a mother is that it is true that you need a tribe. In this modern world, parents have to work long hours and either you have enough money to pay for childcare or you have to rely on your ‘tribe’: your family, friends, and neighbours. That makes the controversy surrounding this idea of a tribe raising children at least a bit odd. A group of like minded people who all want to have children and then proceed to raise them in common. Everyone knows who is who’s kid, but- just like it used to happen in villages til not so long ago- all the adults look out for and collaborate in the education and welfare of all the children.
What this woman wants is a return to a more traditional way of having and educating children that would reinforce their sense of belonging and safety, which are two necessary elements for a child’s well being.
Since it is in society’s best interest to produce stable and adapted individuals, it should then follow that this idea should go down well. Surprisingly, it hasn’t. Instead, the issue has been presented as an attempt to do away with the concept of a traditional family, based on the Judeo-Christian conception of the institution of marriage between a man and a woman. This has subsequently infuriated some of Spain’s most staunchly Catholic sectors, who see the political views of this woman as a menace.
I haven’t been able to understand just why this declaration has sparked a debate and divided the public’s opinion.
Until I saw a documentary on the Spanish anarchists that revolutionised society before and during the Spanish Civil War, halfway through the 1930’s. In it, we hear survivors speak of how anarchists organised and improved life for the working class in the absence of involvement by a state that didn’t dare rock a system that favoured them, and an upper class that didn’t care about anything but their own self centred interests. It was, indeed, a revolution and there were people killed, but above all it was an awakening to rationality of the people. Collectiveness was fostered, individualists were tolerated, and in the places where these anarchists managed the common affairs, industrial and agricultural progress doubled their effectiveness. Children were taught with scientific methods and rational debate was encouraged. This was true in most of Spain, but especially in Catalonia. The anarchist experiment was defeated by the republican government that denied its legitimacy, by the communist party which could not bear to have a non-communist revolution succeed, and of course by Franco, who won the war and trampled out any dissenting views. To this day, the central government in Madrid looks warily at this region, regardless of who is in power.
Anna Gabriel is, obviously, from Catalonia, which brings me to wonder out loud whether certain parts of Spain’s past have not substantially permeated the collective mind and assimilated the truth of the anarchist revolution to a chaotic uprising of immoral beings. This is a convenient belief for those with financial and religious authority to instill in the minds of the people, who for the most part have either forgotten, died or never been allowed to learn the truth.
Children would, in fact, benefit from a more common concern in their welfare and upbringing, a more social approach to their education.
Whoever is against this would need to have vested interests in denying the convenience of educating our younger generations in rational thinking, as well as in empathy and solidarity.
Who would benefit? The answer to this is the key to understanding the importance of a common culture and how it can affect the destiny of a nation.
If you want to subjugate a people, shame the elders and uproot the young, and you will effectively have left them at the mercy of whatever cultural wind blows hardest. A culture with dry roots and no new leaves will wither and die, as the living being that it is. If children are not important enough to inspire the society they live in to find better ways of teaching them and preparing them for the world, that society will lose its chance at for a better future. It will surrender its most prized possession, its children, in exchange for smoke and mirrors. The challenge will be lost. The battle will be in vain. The war for a better world will be relinquished.
History will once again be written by the winners.

Hace falta una tribu.
Hay un refrán africano que dice que hace falta una tribu para educar a un niño.
Hace poco, una política española, Anna Gabriel-mujer, para más señas- dijo que ella preferiría tener hijos en una situación comunal donde el niño no dependiese exclusivamente de sus padres para su cuidado.
‘Si pudiera formar parte de un grupo que decidiese tener hijos en común, como grupo, me gustaría la idea.’ Anna Gabriel cree que, ‘hay otras culturas en e l mundo en donde la paternidad y la maternidad no son tan individualistas; no está tan centrado en un grupo tan reducido como la familia nuclear…que tiende a hacer que la gente sea más conservadora. Quieres lo mejor para los tuyos solamente, y los ‘tuyos’ son pocos, uno, dos o tres. Es una lógica perversa.’

Mi experiencia como madre es que es cierto que necesitas una tribu. En este mundo moderno, los padres tienen que trabajar muchas horas y tienes que pagar para que te cuiden el niño o bien recurrir a tu tribu: familia, amigos, y vecinos. Esto hace que la polémica en torno a estas declaraciones sobre criar niños cuando menos algo rara. Un grupo de personas con ideas similares que quieren tener niños y lo hacen en común. Todos reconocen la paternidad de los niños per -como ocurría en los pueblos hasta hace poco- todos los adultos se ocupan de los niños.
Lo que quiere esta mujer es un regreso a una forma más tradicional de tener y educar niños que reforzaría su sentido de pertenencia y seguridad, lo que constituye dos elementos necesarios para el bienestar del niño. Puesto que es en interés de la sociedad producir individuos estables y adaptados, esta idea debería haber sido bien recibida. Sorprendentemente, no fue así. Al contrario, se ha presentado el tema como un ataque al concepto judeo-cristiano de la familia como institución. Esto ha enfurecido a algunos de los más rancios sectores del catolicismo español, que ven las ideas políticas de esta mujer como una amenaza.
No había sido capaz de entender por qué estas declaraciones habían suscitado tal debate y dividido la opinión pública.
Hasta que vi un documental sobre los anarquistas españoles que revolucionaron la sociedad antes y durante la guerra civil, a mediados de la década de los años 30 del siglo pasado. En él, oí como supervivientes hablaban de como los anarquistas habían organizado y mejorado la vida para los obreros y campesinos en ausencia de implicación de un gobierno que no quería hacer tambalear un sistema que los favorecía y de una clase dominante que a la que no les importaba nada más que sus propios intereses egoístas. Fue, en realidad, una revolución y hubo gente que murió, pero por encima de todo fue el despertar de la gente a la razón. Se fomentó el colectivismo, los individualistas eran tolerados y en los lugares donde los anarquistas manejaban los asuntos comunes, la productividad de granjas y fábricas se dobló. A los niños se les enseñaba con los principios de la racionalidad y se animaba al debate lógico. Esto fue cierto en gran parte de España y especialmente en Cataluña. El experimento anarquista fue derrotado por el gobierno republicano que no le concedió legitimidad, por el partido comunista que no podía soportar que una revolución no-comunista triunfase, y por supuesto por Franco, que ganó la guerra y destruyó cualquier atisbo de disensión. A día de hoy, el gobierno central de Madrid mira con desconfianza hacia esta región, independientemente de quien esté en el poder.
Anna Gabriel es, obviamente, catalana, lo cual me lleva a preguntarme en voz alta si ciertas partes del pasado de España no habrán calado en el subconsciente colectivo y asimilado la verdad de la revolución anarquista con un levantamiento caótico de seres inmorales. Este es un pensamiento muy conveniente para los que ostentan poder financiero y religioso, puesto que la mayoría han olvidado, han muerto o no se les ha dado ocasión de aprender la verdad.

Los niños en verdad se beneficiarían de más interés común en su bienestar y crianza, y una aproximación más social de su educación.
Quien esté en contra de esto está negando la necesidad de educar a las jóvenes generaciones en el pensamiento racional, así como en empatía y solidaridad.
¿Quién se beneficiaría de esto? La respuesta a esta cuestión es la clave para entender la importancia de una cultura común y cómo puede afectar el destino de un país.
Si quieres subyugar a un pueblo, avergüenza a los mayores y desarraiga a los jóvenes y lo habrás dejado , efectivamente, a merced del viento cultural que sople con más fuerza. Una cultura con raíces secas y sin brotes verdes se marchitará y morirá, como ente vivo que es. Si los niños no son lo suficientemente importantes como para inspirar a la sociedad en la que viven a encontrar mejores maneras de enseñarles y prepararles para el mundo, esa sociedad perderá su oportunidad para un futuro mejor. El reto se habrá perdido. La batalla será en vano. La guerra por un mundo mejor será inútil.
La historia, de nuevo, estará escrita por los vencedores.