Thank you,
Mr. Cameron. Wish I was British
English people
taught me to me polite, never supercilious, to love my fatherland at all costs,
never complain never explain, to have lukewarm attitudes to life, never too
much enthusiasm, the benefit of doubt, a certain dose of skepticism and fair
play. Whatever might happen never show your feelings. Keep the upper lip, answer
the letters, and if things come to the worse, close your eyes and think of
England. Do not trust strangers. If you talk to a person without being introduced
that is rude. Avoid ill manners. Neither speak of your own privacy not discuss religions or politics
except Sunday afternoon at Hyde Park Speech Corner. I learned to mistrust Popery.
Thus, I discovered real Christianity and
reconciliation with myself not being dogmatic but practical and full of
commonsense.
The English
could be polite in the super grade, but also rude and tough. Be aware when they
say that is, mate, they become the best fighters in the world. Real beasts they
are at war.
The zest
for politics, and reason, common sense are virtues of the Bulldog striped with
the union jack and common sense is what Mr. Cameron has displayed curtailing
the big rush of immigrants to the British Isles. Sorry, Mr. Pope, but we don’t want
to be neither ripped off nor invaded. Cameron also is the only European politician
who has spoken against the secession of Cataluña. He wants a united and strong
Spain. The British premier raised his voice clear and loud against that oddity.
Our king and our president by contrast soft and meek did not open their mouths
on that crucial matter. If accomplished, that will mean the destruction of Spain. In the UK Mas and his cronies at this time of the
day should be behind bars, in the Tower, or shot and perhaps the tanks and the
British Army should have been seen patrolling Barcelona´s streets, as I saw them in Belfast
in 1968.
My country
with or without reason is always right. A motto that our politicians never
learnt from the British. Shame! What a pity! But many thanks and long time to
you, David Cameron. I wish I were British. I love England. Little England shall
be always in my heart.
José Escobedo Ruíz natural de La Carolina, Jaén, fue llevado a Porcuna, Jaén, cuando era muy pequeño. Su padre fue propietario de un establecimiento de tejidos, siendo su madre de honorable familia porcunense. Fue enviado al Seminario Conciliar de San Felipe Neri, de Baeza, Jaén. Abandonó más tarde los estudios y, al liberarse la ciudad en 1937, se enroló en las Milicias Locales de Falange. Aprovechando la incomunicación con La Carolina, falseó la edad, y pudo realizar el Curso correspondiente de Alférez Provisional, saliendo con dicho empleo. 
