Catholics: Unworthy and Mean

I have to start by clarifying that the holder does not want to characterize all the Catholics, not even to the majority, to which I suppose them the normal and respectable people, with his virtues and his defects, each of them his. Like myself. As anyone.
I would like clarifying also that I, individually like person and collectively like organized communist, have never been partial to the needless violence: eye! free. Not of the blind violence, look out! blind. Not of the useless violence: attention! useless. It is deduced that they have never done grace to me, they even have bothered me, certain facts happened during the Spanish, this civil war that in times we call national - revolutionist, with a terminology that today, at least, attracts attention of me. I have knowledge, exaggerations, that there were many, to part of that shot images of Crucifixes and Virgins, some of them of undoubted artistic value, which aggravates the sorrow, churches and convents were burned: porqué? why?, and what is worse, sometimes, went so far as to the physical violence, even to give death, to persons whose only "proven crime" was that of being practicing Catholics. Stay for my defense, like communist militant that I am I assume the history of my Party, with his lights and his shades, that nobody will be able to prove that either the CPS or the JSU, like organizations in strict sense, or the military units, the managers of the public order or straight related to the civil or military intelligence, in that they had hegemony or influence, they will take part in such outrages. It is more they them tried to prevent at all costs.
Without looking for justifications, because they cannot exist, one feels the temptation of looking for explanations. Did Porqué so much hate? Has Porqué the avidity of freedom and justice of the Spanish people finished, unfailingly, with any convent, or any church throwing smoke? The fact that the catholic hierarchy, and I refer to the catholic because it is the one that has influence in Spain, it has always supported to the most reactionary political positions and to the most powerful social classes he can explain the fact partly. The topic of the smug priest gobbling insatiably chocolate with fried breads at the mister Marquess's, is that, a topic. But the topics are not born because yes, there are no effect of an orchestrated campaign, answer to a reality. In spite of everything, this clear bias would not explain the hate, the hostility that can go so far as to provoke everything what smells to incense, there has to be anything more and it is, it has been along the history of Spain, the recent one and the most remote.
In these days, the communists and many that it are not, we are honoring the poet, companion, Marcos Ann in his annual nonágesimo. I had occasion to chat briefly with him in XVIII Congress of the CPS, whom both we were invited, he with many other merits than I. I had occasion to transmit my deepest admiration, although I concealed him, frankly I do not believe that it was mattering for him too much, that not always, inside the Party, we have shared the same political positions. The group of communication, confesadamente catholic, apostolic Roman, Intereconomía, across the digital version of his White publication has thrown a campaign full of lies. An unworthy and mean campaign, hence the title of the entry. This group mediático, that counts between his collaborators personages as I Remove, earlier Aleix, Vidal-Quadras or the delicuente Mario Conde along with embittered and desnortados personages proceeding from the left like Pablo Castellanos: that suffers! so many ethics thrown to the muck-collector, or the ex-minister Cristina Alberdi, support a continuous campaign of incitement to the deepest hate, extract the worst of the versions of the intransigent Catholicism, and have just explained, to never justify, the hate that can go so far as to generate a religion that, supposedly, preaches love and concord. It will not be me who invites to go out running behind priests and nuns, it nor is my style, I prefer thousand times the dialectical combat, it neither would cost any more that to create martyrs, one appears much of his taste, where only there is garbage and moral misery, nor would serve for anything. But, sometimes, I recognize it, have to suppress the desire.
And if someone wonders porqué I read these pages, porqué I continue these gatherings, porqué I listen, between others, to Jiménez Losantos, César Vidal or Gabriel Albiac I have no disadvantage in answering: They keep me alert and in tension.