Agresiones al orden público
Agresiones al orden público
Enero de 2016
Aquí hay un vídeo difundido por uno de esos periódicos, donde se ve la llamada "agresión fascista" en su totalidad: unos empujones para abrirse paso a la fuerza, un fuerte empujón al diputado catalán que les cierra el paso y que lo manda al suelo; el diputado levantándose y cogiendo un poste metálico para agredir a los intrusos, cosa que es impedida por otros asistentes. Coreo de consignas, exhibición de banderas durante unos segundos, y marchando para afuera. Esparciendo además un spray irritante, tan irritante como la irrupción violenta. En total, un minuto exacto (cronometrado por el reloj del vídeo) duró esta agresión fascista que ha sido tratada por toda la prensa española como si de un atentado de la ETA se tratara—atentado con muertos, digo.

Muy mal me parecen semejantes empujones y malos modos, y es justo que la policía los impida y que se castigue a quien se comporta de manera tan impresentable. Pero no con AÑOS DE CÁRCEL, por supuesto. Que les pongan una multa, o los lleven una mañana a Comisaría, y les den una reprimenda. Y que la prensa tenga un poco de medida a la hora de tratar estas cosas. Observemos que los fascistas de Blanquerna se estaban manifestando, groseramente, a favor del orden constitucional, y el acto invadido era un civilizado acto de apoyo a un gobierno sedicioso. Porque los secesionistas catalanes están desde hace años pervirtiendo las instituciones, dando un golpe de estado desde dentro de ellas, cometiendo ilegalidades continuas, y hasta ahora ningún fiscal les ha pedido ni años ni minutos de cárcel.
Es más. Con ocasión de cada huelga general organizada por los sindicatos de izquierdas, mareas diversas y podemitas, se producen cientos de situaciones como ésta de la librería Blanquerna, incidentes que no merecen mención en la prensa, ni por supuesto dan lugar a acciones judiciales ni a intervención de la policía.
En mi propia universidad, la Universidad de Zaragoza, cada vez que hay huelga se impide sistemáticamente a empujones la entrada a las facultades de Filosofía y Letras o Derecho, y esto repetidamente desde hace años; se levantan barricadas, y bandas de embozados y encapuchados echan afuera a quien les da la gana, o impiden la entrada a edificios públicos, a empujones, a escupitajos o a palos si alguien no se intimida. Pero jamás se habla en la prensa de bandas fascistas, ni de camisas pardas, ni de agresiones nacis, ni de atentados anarquistas en la Universidad. Son sólo "jóvenes" activistas, o representantes sindicales, o estudiantes que hacen huelga, o jóvenes con conciencia social, o piquetes informativos, etc. El acceso al campus lo cierran sistemáticamente, con cadenas, y con piquetes de vigilancia e intimidación, con sus palos, capuchas y banderas de estrella roja. ¿Se creen que el Rector, alarmado, llama a la polícía a que los despeje? No padre. Ahí que los tienen, a los jóvenes con conciencia social, manteniendo a raya al personal. Y mantienen la puerta de la Universidad cerrada no un minuto, ni dos, sino media mañana, o lo que haga falta—hasta la hora de irse de cañas, y que se sepa que la huelga ha sido un éxito, y quién manda allí.
Y esto no escandaliza ni a la Prensa, ni al Rectorado, ni al parecer al profesorado. A mí sí que me cabrea y me escandaliza, sobre todo cuando se nos hace comulgar con estas ruedas de molino de tamaño natural, y cuando se aplica una ley del embudo tan escandalosa, según quién sea el matón de turno.
Dí que desde que llegó la izquierda al gobierno de Aragón, se acabaron las huelgas y manifestaciones como por arte de encanto—ya todo anda suave en la educación; vamos a mejor notablemente, y no se necesita que la banda de la porra, o los piquetes fascistas, o lo que sean, hagan visible el "descontento popular" con el Partido Popular.
Y mientras, el gobierno y el parlamento de Cataluña, semana sí semana no, proclaman la independencia y la desconexión con España, con los Mossos de Esquadra a sus órdenes para velar por el orden público, que eso no cuenta como desvío de poder. Y dieciséis años de cárcel pide el gobierno sedicioso de Cataluña para estos piquetes informativos de Blanquerna, con toda su pachorra. Este país no está más manipulado porque ya no hay margen.
PS, enero de 2017:
Como digo, similares "atentados" suceden continuamente en cada huelga por parte de la izquierda matona, sin consecuencias ni mención.
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William Cowper
William Cowper
From the Oxford Companion to English Literature, ed. Margaret Drabble.
COWPER, William (1731-1800), elder son of the rector of Great Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, whose mother died when he was 6. He was educated at a private school (where he was bullied) and at Westminster, where he was a contemporary of Charles *Churchill and W. *Hastings. He was called to the bar in 1754. Sensitive and hypochondriac by nature as a child, he began to suffer from severe depression, and when called for examination for a disputed clerkship in the House of Lords he broke down completely and attempted suicide; his illness may have been aggravated by the failure of his hope of marrying his cousin Theodora Cowper. From this time he was subject to periods of acute melancholia which took a religious form; he felt himself cast out of God's mercy, and wrote later in his moving autobiographical Memoir (c. 1767, pub. 1816), 'conviction of sin and expectation of instant judgement never left me.' He spent some months in Dr Cotton's Collegium Insanorum at St Albans, and turned increasingly to evangelical Christianity for consolation. In 1765 he became a boarderr (in his own words, 'a sort of adopted son') in the home of the Revd Morley Unwin at Huntingdon, and on Morley's death moved with Mary, his widow, to Olney.
There he came under the influence of J. *Newton, the evangelical curate, with whom he wrote Olney Hymns (1669); his contributions include 'God moves in a mysterious way' and 'Oh, for a closer walk with God'. He became engaged to Mrs Unwin, but suffered another period of severe depression and made another suicide attempt; he spent a year with the Newtons before returning to Mrs Unwin's home. A calmer period followed, during which at her suggestion he wrote his satires ('Table Talk', 'The Progress of Error', 'Truth', 'Expostulation', 'Hope', 'Charity', 'Conversation', and 'Retirement') which were published in 1782 with several shorter poems 8including 'Verses Supposed to be Written by Alexander Selkirk; see SELKIRK); in the same year he wrote 'John Gilpin' and in 1783-4 his best-known long poem The Task (1785), both subject suggested by his new friend and neighbour Lady Austen. The volume in which these appeared also contained 'Tirocinium', a vigorous attack on public schools. In 1786 he moved with Mrs Unwin to Weston Underwood, where he wrote various poems published after his death, including the unfinished 'Yardley-Oak' (admired by *Wordsworth), the verses 'On the Loss of the Royal George' ('Toll for the brave . . . '), 'To Mary', and 'The Poplar-Field'. His translation of *Homer, published in 1791, was not successful. From 1791 Mrs Unwin suffered a series of paralytic strokes; she died in1796, leaving Cowper in severe depression from which he never fully recovered.
He wrote 'The Castaway' shortly before his death; like many of his poems it deals with man's isolation and helplessness. Storms and shipwrecks recur in his work as images of the mysterious ways of God, and Cowper's search for a retired and quiet life of simple domestic and rural pleasures gave him little sense of permanent security. Yet his poems and his much admired letters (published posthumously) have been highly valued for their intimate portrait of tranquillity and for their playful and delicate wit. His sympathetic feelings for nature (expressed in the lines from The Task admired by Jane *Austen's Fanny Price, 'Ye fallen avenues! Once more I mourn, / Your fate unmerited') presage *Romanticism, and his use of blank verse links that of James *Thomson with that of *Wordsworth. He was also, like his evangelical friends, a champion of the oppressed, and wrote verses on *Wilberforce and the slave trade. Whether religion was cause or cure of his depression has been much disputed; the sense of guilt and paranoia displayed in his Memoir has much in common with that of Bunyan's *Grace Aboundin. A life by his friend W. *Hayley was published 1803-4; see also The Stricken Deer (1929) by David *Cecil and a critical biography by M. Quinlan (1953). Cowper's *Letters and Prose Writings, ed. J. King and C. Ryskamp, appeared in 3 vols, 1979-82.
The Task, a poem in six books by Cowper, published 1785.
When Cowper's frien Lady Austen (whom he met in 1781) suggested to him the sofa in his room as the subject of a poem in blank verse, the poet set about 'the task'. Its six books are entitled 'The Sofa', 'The Time-Piece', 'The Garden', 'The Winter Evening', 'The Winter Morning Walk', and 'The Winter Walk at Noon'. Cowper opens with a mock-heroic account of the evolution of the sofa ('I sing the sofa') and thence digresses to description, reflection, and opinion. The poem stresses the delights of a retired life ('God made the country, and man made the town'), Bk I, 749); describes the poet's own search for peace ('I was a stricken deer, that left the herd', Bk III, 108), and evokes the pleasures of gardening, winter evenings by the fire, etc. The moral passages condemn blood sports, cards, and other diversions; the poet manifests tenderness not only for his pet harebut even for worms and snails.The poem was extremely popular: *Burns found it 'a glorious poem' that expressed 'the Religion of God and Nature', and it helped to create and supply the growing demand for natural description and tender emotion that found a fuller expression in Wordsworth's *Prelude, a poem which contains many echoes of Cowpar.
'The Castaway', a poem by Cowper, written 1799, published 1803. It is based on an incident from *Anson's Voyage Round the World. Cowper depicts with tragic power the suffering of a seaman swept overboard and awaiting death by drowning. Mr Ramsay in V. Woolf's *To the Lighthouse is given to declaiming its last lines: 'We perish'd, each alone: / But I beneath a rougher sea, / And whelm'd in deeper gulphs than he.'
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