No hi ha al món re més repugnant que un botifler

Let me try to tell you.

In the recent battles between Castellàdria [den of thieves] and the
highly heroic Catalonia [home of the brave] a new species has arisen.
They are the balenfianos — a sect of criminal idiots.

Their first tenet is racism.
Unfortunately they are so racist that they primarily hate themselves.
It seems that they see a criminal idiot on the mirror, and
automatically this criminal idiot they hate primarily. How stupid can
they get?

Second point of reference to remember when talking about what
distinguishes the balenfianos foremost, is their deeply ingrained, by
now impossible to scratch away, inferiority complex.
This inferiority complex makes them perform all types of clownish acts,
which by the way they perform with absolute earnest, without a hint
that they know that they are clowing their useless lives away… With
this, they idolize their inimical masters — those that rob them blind,
those that have stolen their very soul, after robbing them of all their
earthly possessions. The robbers they adore have even taken from them
their language and their identity, so that now they are worse than
criminal idiots, they are empty wraiths armed against their unsold
brothers, those the resist the fascist might of the thieves.

Their stupid boss, the ludricous  Franfisko Kampos — in his dreams of
destruction, his name is the choice Franfisko Kampeador, of terribly
fascist resonances; and better (or worse,)  Franfisko Franko Kampeador,
of course, in his still more "glorious" dreams of destruction — with
his dangerous treacherous face of a judge (another botifler amb carota de jutge,
as the great Catalonian writer JV Foix described this pitiful strain of
despicable individuals; another traitor with the more awful face of a
hanging judge, and the more treacherous the more serious his
inquisitorial demeanor,) their stupid (and the more dangerous for being
stupid,) their stupid boss tells the clueless balenfianos that their
own resistent brothers are the robbers, not the obvious thieves, whom
he worships in a palpable demonstration of his craven stupidity.

Sorry, just a second. Let me go away to vomit, I’ll be back. We’ll continue the deplorable exposition. Too sad for words.