I can´t be weak

It is a conundrum,
with these pieces of shit kids marrocan scandrum,
I don´t want her to suffer more my mother,
I don´t give a shit of the other, my father,
weird and bad right?

Been in army, crazy deployed, yet here I am,
trying to do not things violent,
specially when they throw roks on the windows,
who are now widows,
there are 3 other people in the house,
so I better not lose those mouse.

I can´t let this 15 yearly muslim marrocans unhumans,
to throw roks at my window and then relax, pussy bitches is their max.

It seems that the ¨older ones¨ got my point,
But the kids are rolling their joint.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

Peace and love

See? I’m peaceful and full of love with my dog.
And here it is 3 27 a.m when I finish this shit,
I love peace trust me, or forgive me, but I do recognize
the situations where I just got worn, off, and ups there goes gravity
and my mentality and I will fuck you up. Muslim crazy’s pieces of shit.
So the video is a Jew with the Muslims.

And do not give me shit since I have served in the army and fought these
type of nut cases. Actually what is funny is to see these Americans kids
who are in a great university meaning they have much more money than me
since I’m fucked up, with money.
So me army and me no money honey….. I love to fuck these fuck ups I
I will admit that the university out the window it went because of my choices
as well as the money issue.
Just another smart Jew, never heard a dumb one by the way, and listen to these
fucking Muslims terrorist students. Point being, If I was this
Jew guy I wouold probably end up in an American jail, I just go off.
He is just smarter, that is why I was in the infantry willing to kill thesse
type of fuck nut jobs…I did say that outloud did I?

Watch it if you want, quite intense really.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses….fuck me is 3 33 a.m now, and I still can’t sleep.

The patriot

Sorry this was not a patriot
I’m just blooging
Forgot, shitty di shit di di, I feel like I’m back to this shit

I’m back in Irak, although that picture was taken in Afghanistan, but in I the Rack
they had some kind of infrastructere, point being,
I fucking live in a town full of MUSLIM Marrocans, yes I did say MUSLIM,
the other point is that you win some you loose some

That is not me right now, but yesterday…! Fucking pieces of shit these marrocans
although I have to take half of the blame since at the end most of them are selling drugs
in my case is weed, I figured out weed is better than alcohol, so…. well that is why
I’m seeing a psychologist and therapist and all those kind of things.
I pray to God, yes I’m a Christian, that he will let me in if he wants since
I’m a pretty bunch.

So this town if full, I mean full, of this MUsliM marrocans, and they are all selling drugs
or stealing or both, just petty criminals.

There I was sitting talking with some girls and the next thing I know is that I’m surrounded
by 6 or 7 Marrocans just bullying me basically, but I told my mommma I will not get into more
fights, and then the hit came into my face, smaaaaaK! it sounded, and now I actually
have the left part of my face swollen, I did give back some, but they were too many,
so I had to loose this battle, than goodness the police happen to pass by and they ran
since I was on the floor trying to fight back quite a bunch.

I will add that one of my best friends is a MUSLIM marrocan, and he is one of the best
persons I know, he actually gives me jobs here and there. I tough man hard working person,
not like these fuck heads.

It was funny since when one day I met my mother here in this town, I was listening to her
but my eyes where scaning every place, just back to Irak, every place, person, and she
actually noticed it. Told me if there was something wrong, I said nope my grand pope
but I walk around this fucking town wich is a very small one and I will encounter them,
you just can’t have a detour through other places.

But I’m a

I’m a Spaniard in my hometown, but full of these fuck ups and by the way that is the shirt of the Spanish Infantry,
so fuck them, I fucked them off one time this was there time to fuck me up.
Although I am just one and they are….. who knows how many but too much.
And this is one of my women when I tell her about my battles with these nut jobs, me included
she goes fuck you….but to me!!!

So fuck her also, my town, my country, they will not scare me, I will fight back and harder.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

P.S. Fuck, my face hurts like hell, I just need some womenly love…..kisses


Crazy crazy
i have been to war with these nut cases
even when i was one of those adrenaline junky cases
and the story goes,
this girl that i have seen… do i elect anyone normal?
anyways after i said,
your a nutcase if you threaten me with death
i just hold my breath
and…. not really,
so this little bitch actually got hold of the marrocans
which in my town are quite a few and they seem to know where i live
so that is a gift, and the she called them, is quite normal right
the little punk ass bitch know them, and after i can’t even count the times
she called me since i don’ t answer it but it is there guarded on my cellphone
she calls and 10 minutes latter a freaking Moroccan kid comes and ring my house…
first thing as i open the door since i knew it was nothing new in terms of
well being, he tells me if i was afraid….the little punk,
you got the wrong guy, have been as you know in two wars fighting these
idiots, so i tell him very nicely to please come in to my room,
so he can see what i have, it didn’t bother me one half,
eventually he did say the truth and this bitch is actually calling these guys
to threaten me…..or scarey me, which in my case.
that is the last line you cross
either him or me will end up in a cross,
fucking manipulative bitch
so why do i get with this kind of people?
and really is my fault for doing so, I know.

P.S read ya tomorrow, trying to read all, since you are all great writers.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Je suis Charlie

Damn that was ironic the fucking Islamic terrorist just massacred people in a magazine that actually has my name on it. A tragedy it is, but ironic that the name was Charlie. Maybe I´m at fault since I did kill some of these cowards some time ago. There worst than animals, for me they are subhuman.

I was planning on posting a little poem but came across this news thing. The person said this… That she could not understand how the French government could allow the satire magazine to publish another edition of that  proffet or mullah or whatever those dudes are because it would incite more violence in other parts of the world. I could not believe her rational for this, and she´s smarter than  me.

First off, in a free country the government does not tell a private own company what to publish or not. By her rational I could argue that quite a few blogs in wordpress should be banned because they annoy some people and that could lead to violence. That only happens in dictatorships not in a democracy, the government is there to protect you not to tell you what to publish or not. Second, props for the French, or as call them Frenchies. They won, the terrorist lost. Terrorism is a way to totalitarism. It´s they´re way or the highway or better said your head cut off. They kill in order to achieve a goal. And their goal was to scare the people in the magazine to not publish satirical things about their great proffet. And that goal failed so they failed. Still a tragedy the deaths, but I´m talking about the greater picture. Their goal. They even gave the magazine  great publicity, they sold more than 5 million copies the next day and the French people bought them, they where not scared to go out and buy the magazine. So the terrorist lost, period.

I live in Spain, where we have had the terrorist group the E.T.A since at least 1975 when democracy first started here running around extorting businesses to finance themselves(including my father by the way), threatening and killing not only police, politicians, military, but also civilians with their bombs going off who know where they could go off if your a civilian walking the city. And threatening certain publication, news outlets as to what not to write about. Now imagine if with her rational, we Spanish would have did exactly that cave in to their demands, where would Spain be right now? Nowhere, we would not exist.

I have live with terrorism  since I was a kid, and remember my father looking under the car to see if they had planted a bomb there. But we kept living our lives. If you cave into their demands because of the threat of bodily damage to you then they win and by the way makes you a coward and in my family we might be a lot of things but not cowards.

So that rational that it is actually  our fault because we did or said something to piss this extreme Muslim terrorist,( yes America you can say Muslims, here we call them Spanish Terrorist in Ireland they where Irish terrorist and now they are Muslim terrorist so stop with that political correct nonesense of not using the Muslim word because it can offend them, it should not, it just happens to be that this terrorist are Muslim)that rational is just a faulty one. I probably and you too say and do things during the day that is going to displease somebody somewhere, but they don´t go on a killing rampage. These are subhuman Muslim terrorist, and we would be stupid and cowards to not live our lives because if we kept on living our lives it would obviously be our fault that they commit an act of terrorism. Which by the way we might be hunkered down in a deep whole and they will still come after us.

The best thing to do about it, is to live our lives as normal as we can since their goal is to change that,and let a small percentage of the population do their job to take care of these animals I was going to say, I should say subhuman.

A little video of Rege the Rig Reagan, I had it for some time, don´t know why I stumbled across it but what this dude says I just can´t disagree with him, and there is the military side to the video also, that´s the small percentage of the population that has to do the dirty but necessary work.

.★ U.S. Armed Forces – We Must Fight – President Reagan (HD) 2014 ★ – YouTube

A woman called Clemencia.

The priest came running out of his office sweat pouring from every pour of his thin body starvation was hitting every person of catholic belief. Starvation of liberty. He just received  an unexpected phone call, no matter how much he prayed to his dear God his prayers went unanswered and he was starting to doubt his own faith the world was swirling all around the Catholic Church debris hitting her like a human being hit by a hurricane so frail compared to the outside forces. They would not survive for long. The priest entered the Bishop´s office.

“What´s the matter? Compose your self.”

The priest finally caught his breath, “The archbishop of Boston has been killed.”

“It´s the second fatality we have had in less than a year, are my suspicions correct when I state that they are the same people who killed our bishop in San Francisco.”

“There is no doubt.”

“O.k, you go with the congregation, they are looking up to you and God for support. Reassure them that God will amend all these atrocities, we will survive, the church will survive. Go on and God be with you.” The priest nodded and took off to pas mass for his followers.

The bishop stood for a minute staring at the brown wall ahead of him, so empty of photographs or paintings, just as empty as his thoughts. The thought´s that had also been stolen like the pictures and photographs that had once been on the wall a year ago. They had full power now although it had taken them years to achieve this they where now on top and it seemed that no line was too red to be crossed. Here he was in the twenty first century and his thoughts retrieved to 708 when Islamist invaded and decided to wreak havoc among the christian population of the Iberian peninsula. He reached for the phone and called the Vatican. They gave him the go ahead.

She was sitting on a black chair standing out like an elephant in a room with her white nursing uniform, but she had been in that chair in that office for over two years and people had gotten use to see her. She actually was part of a greater campaign to have the people who didn´t live in the house appreciate even more the owner of the house. She could sense the stares that some of the people working there would throw at her and the nice phony conversations they would share with her thinking she was just another stupid prop they had to use to get the outside people keep on liking the inside man. She was there for a purpose, when God will call on her she would use her skill to do what HE needed her to do. She knew every single room every single closet and what where inside those closets her situation awareness and hearing where amplified. She was the only one who could administer the shot of morphine every day to the inside man. That was the only thing he wanted her to do, she had accepted with the condition she could bring with her her dog a picture perfect beige labrador-retriever,who wasn´t camera shy and very photogenic which suited fine the hole image of the the beautiful white house she was working in.

The dog stood up and started liking her right palm. “I know honey, I know it hurts, but the time has come.”

It had been in the making for years. The Pope had designated her, she had a unique ability that God had given her, compassion and the gift of not being able to see. Being born blind never stopped her from accomplishing when at a very early age she heard the calling from God of what her destiny and purpose in the world would be. She  graduated with honours from Harvard walking out with a nursing degree. Her not being able to see never got in the way of being the best. When the inside man stood in front of the house giving a speech about universal healthcare and the right of a woman to choose, but at the same time proving to the world he was respectful of everyone. He would point out at her, Clemencia. The dark hair hispanic christian nun who had graduated with honours from Harvard like he had he said jokingly except he said she was the precious jewel of the american people. Then jokingly added, “She´s the one who keeps me going every morning, literally.” People could see her disability and at the same time see the heart of the man they had entrusted their country to move in the right direction. It was perfect for him, his numbers at the polls had been declining week after week and scandal after scandal was hitting the house. She was in effect, his precious jewel.

The time had come, the microchip implanted on her labrador-retriever more than three years ago had finally given the signal so she stood up with the dog and walked towards the east wing of the house passing by ten secret agents before she reached the door. She knocked.

“Come in Clemencia.” The deep voice called out.

“How are you feeling today sir?”

“I will be better now, that´s for sure.”

She could smell the the distinct damp odour of the musallah as the president stood up from it after being on his knees for his six minutes of prayer. Since he was in the United States he had to face east-north and that way he would face Mecca. This meant a five minute fast walk from the west wing. But he too was on a mission from another God.

“Well, how was your day Clemencia?”

“It has been fine, the dog seems a little hungry.”

“Ooo, cute dog we´ll get you some stake after my shot, best in the free world.”

She administered the shot into his rear end. “I didn´t even feel it.”

“I´m glad Mr. President, you will feel another thing in a couple of seconds.”


“My name is Clemencia Mr.President and it translate to clemency in english, which is what I´m giving you for your faults.”

The next day the nation mourned.