terrorism

September 11th, A story

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I was getting out of the bathroom we all shared in a New York boarding school
when I heard, “You saw that?!!”….”You fucking saw that?!!” A kid in the t.v
room area was yelling.
Then, literally sent to a freaking bunker under a farm, most of the kids there
where from the five boroughs of New York city. By the way, Manhattan scared
the shit out of me. It was black Friday one day, I go from Queens to Manhattan
in the underground train, I got to Manhattan, how I made it I don´t know
didn´t even know it was the famous black Friday (bad friends), so that would be
in November pretty much a year earlier than 9-11,I step out of the train station
and I´m swarmed by an avalanche of humanity, me thinking ” What the hell is this?”
A young kid I was and scared, to see not only the city but too many
people in one area. Those people,some of them probably died in 9/11 like the relatives
of the other kids I was with in the boarding school. I didn´t even realize
on 9/11 that five days later was my birthday. All the kids calling or trying to receive
calls from relatives but nothing, no communication that day at least. Nobody knew nothing,
my mother later told me that she tried to call and call to the school and nothing.

The moral of the story: Do you remember that day or is just a dream? And with all this
shit going on with Covid I do believe we´ll survive although as tough it is when you
see like on 9/11 people dropping like flies. God bless them. But those who are not dead
we can carry on. Sounds selfish or at the very least detached,(don´t know what´s worst) but it pulls you up,
to be a bit selfish and detached. For me at least, if I´m not I can´t function.
What a freaking story came to mind. I even forgot I was in New York for some years, just came to me.
So now you have to read it and take whatever you want out of it.

Heroes…the meaning

I don’t know, look it in the dictionary if you want.
For me, one lady said it,
people throw the word hero a lot
but the point is when things happen
either you do it or not.

I can tell you three stories in my civilian life
that I actually helped until the police and ambulance
came I just jumped off and treated 2 guys and 1 girl.
Apart from the army,
either you wake up or do it or you don’t. Funny, kind of
those stories, and I’m not saying I’m a hero I can tell you that,
I’m a fuck off, alcohol addiction, drugs, homeless plus convicted
of robbery although there was nobody there it was 4 a.m and me homeless so I
saw a chace and things developed.

Heroes…..I turn my life around, sort off, I stll screw up quite a bit
but I was watching this….

A college kid, but his friends they were in the military, funny thing
one of them just came from Afhanishit, so here he is celebrating in
Amsterdam, wich I have to go there…point being is the sentence I said.

You either do it or you not.

Most of the people freeze, they don’t react and that is understandable
since is not in the human nature to confront. So you talk about heroes,
not much to that word, as I said before two times,
either you are gonna do it or not.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses,

jihad!!

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

In memoriam 9/11

A tragic day struck the USA some years that seem far away.

I was studying English literature and suddenly heard  torture.

I made my way to the room to where the television was and I couldn´t believe my own vision. I had lived in New York  and I knew a lot of people from that part of the country´s core.

Didn´t register at first but then the second plane hit and the anchor said it best that an act of terrorism was the behest.

Weeks passed, I wondered, I called, I found, yes some relatives of people I knew had died laying somewhere but at the same time nowhere, to be found, and give them a proper burial as it should be sound, to do, for respect, for their aspect, for their families with their worries. Ashes to ashes they went down in a rain of flashes.

I found out two guys that I knew in highschool had joined the Marines.And these two guys one had a scholarship for baseball, was and  my guess is he is still quite an egg ball and the other one was a brainy always with his nose stuck in some book that sucked. Just two guys joining what? Finally managed to get hold of them, they laughed and talked in broad terms of what it was like to be one of those likes. I didn´t really comprehend much of what they wanted or where to pretend I couldn´t see any angle of that bend. Didn´t give it too much thought anyways.

For certain reasons my scholarship went out on a ship and I had to return to my country in no ship just with a bunch of shit. I was to leave that beautiful land,sweat and  rough as the beach sand.

I guess on some level it stuck with me that these two joined the armed forces, since I eventually ended up joining my own forces. That day a tragic day had changed life´s and it also changed mine although voluntarily I ended up in some screwed up land with a whole bunch of nasty sand.

Very few often we would run into some U.S Marines and I would wonder if it was one of the two guys I once knew to be true.

They really did the heavy lifting but we joked about them although secretly we did respect them, we respected their work sort of a writer trying to write better than another writer, having somewhat of a jealousy but loosely  having a healthy respect. For their work, we knew it, it was also our work but we where not ordered to do the heavy lifting like those Americans out there drifting.

A tragic day, thousands of families lay, tears dripping, hearts broken. But America was united, guess that´s why it´s called the United States.

They send their sons and daughters to far away lands to to put bad people down in those sands.

Most of these people, from my personal experience are proud to be part of that calling sound and do that job that´s sound. Most of them anyways, those who thought other ways what they where thinking when they joined that they were an NGO, the reality is that is a no.

Few heard and went to the calling of arms, joining their hands breaking bad peoples arms for a great country that has the right to bear arms and overall with a heart of gold.

A day to remember all those souls lost in an instance, snatched away, now it seems at a great distance.

And a day also to remember those who fought and fight and died for those victims and a day to remember the bastards who created that instance.

NEVER FORGET.

Specially how the world is today in disarray.

With a bunch of nut jobs posing a threat that we might regret if we forget.

Never forget the bastards out there that only have a bunch of despair.

Never forget the victims, and the military people that fought and died for that country of your starting in that town that finishes with York.

Seems like a long time since that first time, but people are still out there victims are still grieving as humans their are being with broken heart that have the real art.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses and for those from the U.S(and my country,since we are part of NATO and deployed to two screwed up countries at the behest of the United States and our own government) never forget and have no regret to terminate that threat and that young people for the most part will have to do that part and some of them never return do your part.

Letter to Obama. You nuts!

Hey Mr. President of the United States. I´m a citizen of Spain but since you seem to all nations and people of the world embrace you, I feel like you are my president too. Can I ask you a question, are you nuts? or an incompetent liar ?

There is a laundry list that goes on forever but I will start some of the laundry if you don´t mind me. Since you are a compassionate man that feels for the poor. Yes, I´m poor, I make less than 12,000$ a year, most Spaniards are in that range. So you can maybe answer a lame man´s question.

1) Why wasn´t the embassy secure in Bengazi(probably spelled that wrong) or why did you lie saying it was a video that sparked spontaneous uprising and then detained the American citizen. Even if that was true, which I think E.T might believe, that should be covered by the first amendment.

2) What happened to the V.A, why wasn´t there much more oversight instead of just pouring money in the jar. The transition team from the last president did warn you in 2008.

3) What is going on wit the I.R.S. systematically targeting people that don´t agree with your ideological point of view? What happened to those emails that now the I.R.S says they lost, E.T tells me is true.

The list goes on but more important because it does affect me directly is:

What the hell is a Marrocan by the name of Lazen or something like that, a detainee that was in Guantanamo Bay here in Spain? And why did the police arrested him yesterday and charged him with being a terrorist that is working to recruit and plan terrorist attacks here in my country  and also then send them to Siria to act as a staging ground so they can then move on to work with their cool buddies ISIS terrorist group that is taking 1/3 of  Irak. Said yesterday the Spanish news, that 9 people have been detained so far thanks to you starting to shut down Gitmo, and the guy you released is not out there with a rifle doing a bit of fighting he is recruiting in my country. And that is even more dangerous. And tell me your though process of releasing 5 Taliban commanders not some little fighters for a prisoner swap, and when one is reportedly linked with the 9/11 attacks.

Can you tell me why the fuck did I spend some cool vacations in the country just mentioned and another one which now you seem to think twice about abandoning after the mess you created in the first country I mentioned due to your lack of indecision, of inaction, of leading from behind. And also what is the technique to lead from behind? How do you do that? It must be a new technique, never heard of something quite so fascinating. I thought that if you lead, and I have lead although it was only 4 people during my vacation in a cool middle eastern countries that seems to have some problems with terrorists, I never thought about leading the guys from behind. Actually now that I think about it, aren´t you contradicting yourself in the same sentence. That is quite an accomplished technique. You either lead, and lead by definition is to be in front saying what is best or suggesting or persuading the  others as to what is best to do. Or you do not lead at all. Which to me it seems is the latter one you are doing.

I don´t know how all this international mess you created by not being involved is going to turn out, but it does directly affect my country your decisions. Or better said your indecision and you deceiving people. You remember me of the leaders of my own country, yep, the same playbook of the socialist and we here in Spain are doing great.

Thank´s for your attention.

P.S. You nuts! And liar and incompetent. Thanks for dropping the freaking Marrocan from Gitmo over here.

Known´s and Unknow´s.

There are known known´s , there are things we know we know. We also know that there are known´s unknown´s that is to say that there are things we don´t know. But there are also unknown´s unknown´s, the ones we know we don´t know.

Everyone got that right? If you didn´t you´re a bit off…….But I´ll let the master of saying a lot without really saying anything explain it to you in 35 seconds. Donald Rumsfeld Unknown Unknowns ! – YouTube

I don´t care about your politics, but you have to give him this, he wen´t outside when the airplane hit the Pentagon and helped for  some minutes with the wounded. And he´s the boss, they should have taken him into an underground bunker right away. That tells a lot about the character of a person regardless of your politics. Plus it made me giggle like a little girl.

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.”

“What?”

“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.