Used Optimist California

The big oaf and jerk

I was just a few days wandering around a small town in Asturias, is beer, cider comes, beans here, pot there. Entertainment typical of the area, come on. In a junk shop I met a lady who had moved his business from the neighboring province of León. As I can not shut up and every time I see the misery that has brought us this misrule nazisociata inept to see a beggar who wandered, probably once a quiet worker in any defunct company from ZP and his followers bundle for me to insult our dear friend the aforementioned lunatic monclovita son of a bitch. It is apparent that the lady of the junk shop had been a neighbor of the family of this monstrosity when it was still very bastard offspring. And among the various stories which had, none at all favorable to such a heinous character, I was left with the phrase her husband I diffuse and launched when the shit came to the armchair that fateful day in March 2004: "But how can be there José Luis, if it has always been the most mud in the neighborhood?"

I think this phrase sums up the country in which we live. A nation of dullards that put more mud to control their destinies, and no more. English people are IDIOTS. Not that this crap was the most mud in the neighborhood, is that the school was of disadvantaged students, is already becoming a teenager was a typical stupid that every god teased because of their little lights, is that and this is no longer tells the woman at the store but is in the public domain, Zetaparo is an individual who has never worked for anything and only lived the story. But in a country where more than 30% of the workforce is unemployed, over half of the total population is starving and almost half is completely shit with neck, nobody says mu, all as lambs to the slaughter when they keep applauding an evil misrule to the bars that laughs over the populace with some superb skills typical of most inhuman tyrants. Spain can not be helped, and the English less.

That same day, after meeting the woman at the store, I went through several bars of a bar, I guess for not having to think about Zetamierdas and his mob. In one of the bars in question, a rather portly gentleman came in with more balls than sobriety, right arm with palm of hand down belt out "face the sun with his shirt nueeeva that marchóooo Zapatero." Soon the man reminded him that yes, Zetahijodeputa said to be all right, but we have to see who's coming back, because being in the hands of child murderer feminazismo the anti-English Chacón do not think that this man not funny . Come to me or pinch. Not to think of a murderer shown as Rubalcabrón or some other type character Tweety Late or Travel Pajín White, living in the country we live in deep asshole, certainly not only won an election, but to sweep and stay in power for life. I said, the paradise of the socks.