Our Heart is breaking, breaking...not for the massacre of shit-kickers in Las Vegas (whose "music," after all, we deeply fuckin' loathe, and about whose lives and persons, frankly, we care little, though we are sorry to see them shot up),

But for the brave Catalonians beaten--some severely wounded-- by the Spanish Guardia Civil (agents of as mean and despicable a fascist prime minister as Spain has seen in a half century), called "disloyal" by Don Felipe (¿"desleales"?), and threatened with eternal cash-cow subservience to the rag-tag imperium that calls itself the Kingdom of Spain.

How is it that the Braganças were never this viciously hateful?