Every time I shot a few days without writing anything on the blog first thing I do is apologize. I do not know why, after all this blog is here to write when, how and what I want, but look, one that has a good heart and knows that there are a few others out there who loves to read sometimes and sometimes nonsense truths temples occasionally write here. And yes, even to my critics, who are so keen to get into my blog to read me carefully and then swearing in and the child out of whatever and "fascist" I'm up for that I will have subserosa deference to apologize for not writing more often. But do you want to tell you, is that I have no desire to continue throwing hookers to the four winds malsonancias dedicated to crawling bastards jodevidas misgoverns us ever more miserable. And they deserve it, go whether they deserve it, but among all falls on deaf ears because this country is full of idiots and assholes with the brain eaten and I've left the life and health, or rather to me have been removed in these hellish years old National, as heard, give them the ass, filthy fucking grotesque. And today I have started to write, to say that I'm alive, more than anything, but I do not speak or Zetamierdas, or present a nation that every day goes to hell because of their own citizens, that after all have been those who have been in the chair, and by two times, the bastards morons that we have today in power. So let me, ladies, gentlemen and datasheets, they talk about the movies lately I'm seeing before going to bed to hit some good snoring. The endecalogía (I guess the word is OK) of Star Trek, for example. Yes, I look like a freaky, seeing those things, but look, he saw the first movies loose, I missed Mr. Spock, and since I started, then looked to see how many fucking parties had the saga. The six original, with Spock, Kirk and company, and then the great discovery of Captain Picard, who stars with his crew of four films (out of 7 to 10). I love that bald, pussy, is very disturbed. Then now, the eleventh of recreating the youth of Spock and company, not just me so much, but what the hell, that soon will roll the parties 12 and 13. Profitable than the Rocky saga, how awful.
to vary between Spock and Spock, I am one of the five parts of Death Wish, each one of them translated into English as they come out of the noses of specialists in the field. Let's say this is the saga of Death Wish Charles Bronson, but the last part, for instance, is titled The Face of Death, little to do with street justice holding our dear friend Paul Kersey , main character of very interesting little movie. These are far more realistic than Star Trek, especially when compared with Spain today in the absolute insecurity and street crime at all hours of the day. The pity is that we do not have an avenger of such roaming our streets. Of course my favorite scene is the one that starts the fourth movie, with three types trying to rape and murder of a young woman in a parking lot until you really know how the guy suddenly appears Bronson watching impassively the criminal action. "Who the fuck are you?" He blurts out one of the criminals, "death," replies our friend while you mess with bullets with them. I said, a pity not to have someone like that running through certain cities of our country, or nearly best, strolling through the corridors of the Moncloa to see if there are any easy target. Greetings to all and see you soon.
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