I have a message for all those who, following orders, gas the farmers and continue to do so when they protest for their bread and ours, those who push older people in the streets, in protests not so far away in time, for those of you who have taught them cruelty, for those of you who have ignored the principle of proportionality, for those of us who, ultimately, under the umbrella of following orders.
Those for whom you are carrying out orders have just voted against being recognized as a risk profession in the European Parliament, the psoe, the “government” for which you vehemently carry out orders is the same “government” that through of his political party has vetoed the recognition of your risk profession in the European Union.
Those orders that you carry out so exhaustively are being given by a “government” whose president, upon the death of two of your colleagues, was having fun at the Goyas cinema gala, that progressive coven they call culture, the one for which you carry out orders. He is the same guy who did not have to show up at the funeral of those two of your companions, he is the same guy who did not say anything, while when an ETA member with his hands stained with blood committed suicide in prison, that same president who protects so much sent a tweet lamenting the death of an ETA member while looking the other way when it is civil guards who have been murdered in Barbate.
That ““government”” for which you carry out orders in such an efficient way, is the same one that in the parliament of Catalonia voted against a minute of silence against the two victims of drug traffickers in Barbate, that is the “government” why
You are cruel to the population, because they are farmers defending, their bread is citizens protesting in close quarters for the lack of democracy in that country, they are not drug traffickers, they are not organized gangs.
They are citizens who, curiously enough, are the sector of citizens that has traditionally defended them the most. Remember that when you begin to throw gas and strike with as much vehemence as you do by order of your “government,” your “government” that orders you to fight drug trafficking with a zodia, your “government” that votes against a minute of silence, your “government” that has fun at the Goyas gala while the bodies of your colleagues are still warm, you are more sad than disgusting.
