There’s a raging alcoholism problem in Spain. In Madrid today, we saw a manifestation of a group of very drunk oldsters waving the flags of the Spanish Republic and screeching slogans in defense of corrupt South American Communists, Putin, and Palestinians. Anybody who comes out with the flag of the Second Republic is a clínical moron but these people were also tragically drunk.

Then we got into a cab and were too naive to realize that the driver was off his face drunk. When we left the cab, he abandoned his vehicle in the middle of the road and followed us. That was when we discovered that he’d pissed his pants and had been driving in that state.
In Galicia, we saw an exhibit of the painter Castelao, and at first we thought his paintings were very exaggerated.


Then we realized, no, they aren’t. People do drink themselves into this state.
We must be very sheltered because all this shocked us a lot.

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