Spanish views from a small town

I've been thinking lately of how we should get together just like in France and stand up for our rights. But Spaniards rarely form a solid front on anything. Except on a local scale. The largest parish in our township is Taragoña. During the years of famine and afterwards, until 1968, they had a priest that was the model priest of a small parish in those times. He charged everyone for everything. It didn't matter to him that a family didn't have enough money to pay for a funeral or a baptism or anything else. One way or another, he had to be paid. Any official paper he had to sign also had to be paid, doubly. First, the best part of the pig butchering or the largest eggs the hens lay, and then the amount of money that paper cost. And back then you couldn't do almost anything without a paper attesting to a neighbor's good standing in the parish signed by the priest.  Eventually, that priest died and went to wherever he deserved to go, and a new priest was assign...

Yesterday, the polemical archbishop of Valencia, Antonio Cañizares, had a small car accident. Nothing more than a few scratches happened to anybody involved, but it seemed like his Boss was calling him out for some of the comments he had made a couple of days earlier. Monsignor referred to the wave of immigrants escaping war and poverty and called it a "Trojan horse" that we were welcoming. He stated that the Christian identity of Europe is being threatened, and that we should look at what is behind this massive migration, hinting that the objective is to "overrun" Europe with Muslim immigrants. He also mentioned that reports of poverty in Spain are exaggerated, and that he hasn't noticed more people begging in the streets.  But not all the poor are in the streets. Many of the poor are working poor, with job contracts of a week or two in which they earn less than minimum wage, which is just over six hundred euros a month and is not a living wage by any stretch...