A corrupt PP can’t work.
In Spain these days, we
are living an unprecedented network of corruption, a mafia of sons, relatives
and friends who manipulate without any hesitation not only their own businesses
by way of criminal behavior but who use public institutions in order to enrich
themselves, to deceive and waste what is public.
It is an authentic horror
to see that the Ministry of the Interior has become a service department to the
corrupt, and that the Ministry of Justice watches over and advises friends and
the mafia instead of protecting honest citizens. One is frightened by high
political executives meeting with shameless people and that some police are at
the service of criminals. The worst is that they block any uncomfortable
investigation and that, having the power in their hands, the institutionalized
corruption blocks off any investigation that an innocent citizen tries to carry
out against the establishment, a gang of corrupt politicians and criminal
organizations. It is impossible that the top of the PP in Madrid didn’t know,
not only about their own corruption but also at the national level like in
Valencia. What happens at Castellón? Which team does it belong to? Nobody talks
-yet- about this rotten province.
I have suffered 16 years
of their activities and I always knew and denounced them. I know what I am
talking about, the poisoned system, using contacts to prevent investigations
and blocking them to mask their corruption. It hasn’t been easy living amidst
nature that smells of political as well pig excrement. Unfortunately and
unknowingly, I chose a hostile village and simply listening to birds sing has
been a very expensive luxury. I was not welcome, not even after 16 years, and
all because of asking, getting informed and subsequently reporting yet another
PP, corrupt and yet untouched, using the statutes of limitations to their
advantage. I simply went asking for my licenses, sick of lies, waits and promises,
and was kicked out without any further explanations. Pigs, waste collectors,
fires, break-ins, planting electrical posts in the midst of a forest and
planning to cut down trees, as well as traffic tickets for parking where any
neighbor’s child parks with no problem.
I have a lot to tell
about this village gang, part of this corrupt and miserable Spain, who think
they are the masters, who have mistreated and denied me during 16 years of my
life, and only for demanding explanations..