In recent hours, tension in the city of Ceuta has escalated exponentially, driven primarily by three major players. The first is the Moroccan government and its agents—as seen in media reports—who promoted the order for people to scale the border fence and enter our country. The second major player—equally significant—is the Spanish government itself. The Spanish government has cruelly and pettily tolerated the influx of migrants; for despite what Mr. Marlaska says—and what the rest of the government subsequently confirms—the only one who is right (and I regret having to say it, but it is the truth) is Defense Minister Margarita Robles. She publicly stated that the CNI (National Intelligence Center) provided reliable intelligence—even though, as confirmed, they had only 25 agents on the ground. Yet, 25 agents are more than enough to know what is brewing on the other side of the border.
The government's inaction is the second major factor that has led us to the current situation. And now, the Unified Socialist Party of Morocco—and we are not talking about trivial matters here—points to a third major player. Can you guess who it is? George Soros, through an NGO called "No Name Kitchen," appears to be exerting pressure in the area for various gains. Therefore, let us undertake an exercise that I believe will be very interesting for everyone: examining what has been happening in the last few hours and what transpired during the direct clashes between the local population and migrants at Trampolín Beach. How did the National Police behave—firing rubber bullets at the people of Ceuta? How is the Moroccan government acting, and what is it doing now that these individuals from the NGO—who are operating with total brazenness—have been detained?
The day before yesterday, there was a demonstration by citizens of Ceuta—about 2,000 in total, naturally carrying Spanish flags—asserting Ceuta’s Spanish identity. This is something the Spanish Socialist Workers' Party (PSOE) had voted against just the day before in the city of Melilla. In Melilla, there was a move to vote in support of their sister city, Ceuta, but the PSOE said no; they claimed that voting on Spanish identity was a provocation toward Morocco—yes, they are so easily provoked, so incredibly provoked it’s practically nauseating.
This simply highlights the PSOE’s modus operandi; it goes beyond mere servility or fear of the Moroccans—something major is being covered up here, and I don't think it’s just the Pegasus affair. There is more to it, including corruption of the highest order. That said, citizens demonstrated peacefully and—unlike the government—went to clean up the "Trampolín" beach, which was littered with feces being washed into the sea. Environmentalists are absolutely beside themselves—they can't take it anymore, because this is pollution. Well...
When these two groups are brought into such close proximity—the Spaniards, who are the ones being aggressed, and the occupiers (in this case, predominantly Moroccans)—sparks are bound to fly. That is perfectly logical; it is neither anomalous nor strange. What *is* strange, however, is the police firing rubber bullets at their own fellow citizens.
I don’t know—just imagine any war in history where, instead of the people rising up to defend themselves, the country's government fires upon its own citizens. I honestly don't understand any of it; there is absolutely no logic to it, and nothing good comes of it. Clearly, this creates a breeding ground for reflecting on the countless outrages committed by this "government."
Seeing the National Police fire riot-control rounds at Spaniards highlights Spain's fear that, by some chance, a Moroccan national might get hit by a projectile. That would cause "Mojamela" to fly into a rage, screaming about mistreatment—mistreatment here, mistreatment there—of "our nationals." Moreover, this would provide the perfect fuel for a reaction from the country's leftists—Sumar, Podemos, the PSOE, and the rest of that crowd, including the Catalan separatists—who would all go absolutely ballistic; that is exactly what they are waiting for. But the pitcher goes to the well so often that, one day, it is bound to break.
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