Caparisoned like pangolins, the short video posted on Twitter shows the henchmen in helmets, armed, with a sign on their backs bearing the word "police" in letters as capital as their attitude is pathetic.

     This army challenges a woman, with as much delicacy as the beautiful Helen whom Menelaus, her husband, wanted to kill for having abandoned her; the woman of our policemen having copiously insulted them a few minutes earlier by throwing paving stones as big as the pebbles in Tom Thumb.

     One of the pangolins, despite his helmet, shield and armour, was hit and then opportunely injured by a projectile against which he could do nothing, apart from the satisfaction of lodging a complaint.

     Don't get me wrong, I'm not in any way endorsing the imitation of Athena in a white coat hitting her brother Ares with a stone during the siege of Troy. I do, however, disapprove of the disproportionate reaction of what used to be called the guardians of peace.

      And in particular that of those united in a holy sarabande around the victim pulled by the hair and whose violence they try in vain, with movements that resemble those of a hippopotamus minuet, to hide from the eye of the cameras that swirl around them, which could have degenerated if a third companion had not come to calm them down.

     If these cops had a clear conscience, they would have acted transparently, without wanting to hide from view, to avoid being judged, which necessarily makes them suspect, and therefore, undervaluable.

     So we shouldn't be surprised if, from time to time, people spit on their police.