It all kicked off........

As you can see from the photos below, San Sebastian is a world of contrasts. A month ago we had the film festival, complete with Richard Gere, Samuel L Jackson and a wee stunner called Demi Moore. A month before that there was the jazz festival, which included a stunning array of jazz greats(?).
I'm not going to get into the jazz greats that washed up upon these shores, or just ended up washed up.
(Going to leave that sentence alone, bit of a mess up there).
Anyway, there is a wee problem that continues to return to these parts.
On the one hand, there is the image that the tourist board want you to see, beautiful city, great food, cultural, all pretty obvious.
Then there is this pish. But this pish is in the blood. In the psyche.
And you know what?
It's only down to 5% of the Basque psyche.
80% couldn't give a shit, 15% support a separation from Spain but are willing to work it out through dialogue and the rest resort to being a bunch of fucks.
What do you want?
One month it's alright to be international. Part of the union. Hanging out with the gang. Waving the flags. Then you let this 5% turn you into being a cliquish bunch of (I'm struggling for the word, but all I can think of is twats).
5%. A minority.
Why do these petty bourgeoisie fancy dans get away with it? Lads that have got too much time on their hands, so called socialists, communists, and anarchists?
Because the minority tend to make the only noise, it might not be the right noise, but it's the only noise. You know what I mean?
It's the same assortment of eejits that phone in and complain about the fact that someone said " fuck" on the radio, or the time when Janet Jackson showed a perfectly beautiful boob on TV. The majority couldn't give a shit, they enjoy the word fuck, and they loved Janets' smooth, pert breast.
The majority are normal, hard-working folk. Folk, with too much day-to-day crap to deal with. Crap called life.
The minority should get another hobby......................
I'm going to leave this hanging, I would like a response or an alternative viewpoint, but I have a feeling that I aint going to get either.

Whey hey

It's got nothing to do with you........

I'm sorry love but it's nothing to do with you. It's me. I think we have grown apart. I feel that we have nothing in common. I've ignored you. You are better off without me. It's time to move on. We should just be friends. Ha ha haaaaaaaaaa you slags. I'm back.
I have ignored you, you are better off without me, moving on is only a feeling of time, we are in love with the common people, love can never tear us apart and there is a house in New Orleans.
There you go.