Going rogue

Testing, atention please, I do have to write but not read you.
People are blue, screw the screw have to write in public
and be honest or dishonest, whatever comes hit you me you,
going nuts then hit the restart, I can be that smart,
how many people will I read but not for a two days or one week days,
you better read me and forgive me. It´s my adrenaline…or not,
I just say to my dismay this:

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Masturbation. The law of the land.

Just woke up, it quarter to six a.m here in Spain and I have nothing to gain and this thought just popped into my head. I don´t know why and how it just did. My mind does function in a unique and wonderful way.

Why the appeal of masturbation?

So here I go with the flow. In the case of some dudes they don´t have to pay for a hooker so it´s free on a personal level. There is also the heavy lifting factor(at least in my case) so you also do a workout. I know you can workout with sex, but if you like to play baseball and baseball is one of Americas greatest games it helps a lot if you masturbate. I tends to increase your batting average. So you are not only doing a pleasurable service to yourself but to your baseball team you belong. All those teenage kids that eventually get scholarships to go and play to the university and then up to the pros….yep, they masturbate at least 4 times a day. And once they reach the pros that average goes up to 6 times a day. And we man do it so all of the American society and the Japanese too, this dudes are also into baseball go figure. Well actually I did figure, they did loose WWII, so they adopted some U.S customs. Anyways, what I´m saying is that millions of people are watching the game that puts money into the league and the players, the league and the players pay millions of taxes which should make the left feel good since they are the 1% and they should pay their fair share plus they also contribute to the economy be spending millions of dollars a year in cars, restaurants,vacations, jewelry and investment in their banks  and I can name a few more but lets analyse these.

Cars, is one of the great  job creators industry. All the million of people that are involved from making the frame of the car, to making tires, making bolts, the gadgets that cars have, e.t.c. all that goes into making a cars are people.

Restaurants, also a great job creating industry with millions of people working in that sector. Plus all the people that make the plates, tables, glasses, forks, knifes and the list goes on.

Jewelry, girls love diamonds. So said Marilyn Monroe in her famous song. And it´s true. So not only are we helping out the jewelry store and also the pawn shops which when you run out of money you give your jewelry to the pawn shop but women are happy.

There will also be probably a decrease of babies which would help with the alarming growth of the U.S population and the more population the more modes of transportation will be used therefore furthering polluting the earth and making global warming worst and pissing of all those environmentalist. Also less rapes will probably happen so woman will be safer and less money spend on jails for these criminals.

What´s the economy all about? Investments, that go round and round ending up in Wall Street, Wall Street keeps the stocks up and the U.S looks good, and is good at least intangible speaking. That is also a deterrent for Americas enemies since a key thing to destroying a country is by destroying it´s economy. There has been blockades against Iran, so they won´t export their oil and that way cripple their economy and if there is no money? There is no military, no military, no defense when the foe comes to invade. So where screwed without masturbation. The U.S would probably be speaking Arabic right now and following sharia law. And the U.S has to be leading not from behind as Mr.O says but just leading, someone eventually will be the top dog on the block and I´d prefer it would be the U.S than communist China or strange Putin.

Also and very important too, it is not a sin in God´s eye´s. If you have sex before marriage it could be a sin but not if you masturbate. So the more you do it the better Christian you are.

So as you can see it all comes together. Masturbation should not be a taboo word but should be embraced as the way us men are saving the world from self destruction.

Just a 5:30 a.m thought.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.


Hey President Reagan!(youtube video)

U.S. Armed Forces – We Must Fight – President Reagan (HD) 2013 – YouTube

And you would think I´m from the U.S. Lived there half my life, studied there, and came back to Spain to fight for  Spain. The truth, I just wanted to experience war, didn´t give a shit which country, would´ve prefer the U.S but I was there with a student visa which was…let´s say lost.Have 2 friends in the Marines though, or where cause now they´re out. Sounds crazy to want to experience war doesn´t it. Maybe I am. This video doesn´t glorify war that´s what I like it. But it does, at least to me, shows you reality. One thing is to show it, another thing is to truly comprehend it. And only one´s who have been there know it.   But it is a necessary evil.

Any way, in my current situation and I guess for everyone, you must fight in life. Fight or flight as the Americans say. Fight for a getting a job, or getting a promotion in your job, fight for your relationship if you really think is worth it, life is a constant battle. What distinguish the loosers from the not loosers, I won´t say winners because you can´t always win. But you have to fight and keep focus and move on, move on, learn from past experiences and leave them behind.

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.