No hi ha al món re més repugnant que un botifler

Hey, shitty swedes, for when a Nobel prize in literature for a Catalonian writer?…

You’ve given yourselves three or four prizes… Are you quite so sure, farty mothers, that swedish writers are in any way better than Catalonian ones?… Go away, get out, fucking hypocrites!

Nobody in your ugly lingo is up to the shit-encrusted sole of the shoe of any of our great ones.

    Now Puig i Ferrater is gone, Andreu Nin is gone, Manel de Pedrolo is gone, JV. Foix is gone…

    On the contrary, a surfeit of malodorous cacophonous spics got the prize: Etxegarai, Sela indeed! How many more fascist inept bores are you going to continue to give the mucky prize to before another great Catalonian bites the dust still unadorned?…

Maggoty creeps, are you never going to learn? Where’s your fucking sense of fairness?…

And yet I’m sure you don’t even realize that you’ve already given the prize to two Catalonians, albeit lapsed and fallacious and self-deluded, Albert Camus and Claudi Simon… Of course, they had to write in something else — anything but Catalonian, you fucking bigoted racists. They wrote in frog — ugliest lingo after spic (and swedish? — repent! — don’t make me say it!)

One thing I hope, nonetheless, before you are discarded as worthless garbagey fanatics, and gelded ignoramuses, without the balls it takes, and without an inkling of what matters, and are told that your prize is as good as a gilded turd — which is what is fast becoming, if ain’t already, considering to whom you’ve been giving the prize along those years… That after you finally are forced to acknowledge our superior skills (our literature no doubt one the best in the whole world, now as ever,) and give the stinking prize to a Catalonian writer, he has the guts to say: Shove it up your fucking asses, for who wants to be in such piteous company. You apish vermin!