>Spys like us or Spys like US

>

It’s time to change the US constitution from ‘We the people…’ to


WE THE PEEP HOLE!


Hussein Barrack Obama SS white boyz are always inventing useless ways to make normal peoples lives complicated. AA already has our balls in their ice boxes and our credit cards data etc, etc, what the f$%k are they trying to squeeze out of us?

AA is a cheap butt-f$%king company with low level service anyway. It’s time they gave their clientele some slack instead of trying to milk blood where there ain’t any for f%^k’s sake . Terrorists per se aren’t even interested anymore in bombing that country. They can easily go for Yankee interests abroad.

——– Original Message ——–
Subject: Important News Regarding Secure Flight
Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2010
From: “American Airlines” americanairlines@email.aa.com
Reply-To: “American Airlines” americanairlines.RTBKLL.525414@email.aa.com

Important Secure Flight Update

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Please add americanairlines@email.aa.com to your address book. .


Secure Flight Update And What It Means For You

Dear ****************,

As you may know, the U.S. Government introduced a program called ‘Secure Flight’ in August 2009. This program, run by the U.S. Transportation Security Administration (TSA) (http://www.tsa.gov/ [1]) and the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), requires American Airlines to collect and transmit Secure Flight Passenger Data (SFPD). Secure Flight is designed to enhance the security of domestic and international commercial air travel by streamlining the DHS watch list matching process.

The next phase in this program requires that effective NOVEMBER 1, ALL PASSENGERS HAVE SECURE FLIGHT PASSENGER DATA (SFPD) IN THEIR RESERVATION AT LEAST 72 HOURS PRIOR TO DEPARTURE. YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO TRAVEL WITHOUT PROVIDING THIS INFORMATION.

HOW WILL THIS AFFECT YOU?

In compliance with this mandate, you will be required to provide Secure Flight Passenger Data (full name, date of birth, gender and redress number*, if applicable):

* To purchase any ticket on or after September 15, 2010, regardless of travel date
* To travel November 1, 2010, or later, regardless of purchase date

TAKE STEPS NOW TO BE SURE YOU ARE READY TO TRAVEL.

You will need to provide Secure Flight Passenger Data:

* If it was not provided when you made your reservation
* For reservations made prior to adding SFPD to your AAdvantage(R) account profile
* For all future reservations

Learn more about Secure Flight and find instructions for handling each of the above scenarios at www.aa.com/secureflight [2].

UPDATE YOUR AADVANTAGE(R) ACCOUNT PROFILE NOW

To save you time and make your future travel easier, additional fields have been added to your AAdvantage account profile on AA.com so you can store this new information. Then, every time you make a reservation with us**, we will automatically add your Secure Flight Passenger Data.

For full details and to update your AAdvantage account, visit www.aa.com/secureflight [3].

Thank you for your business. We look forward to seeing you on board soon.

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*A TSA-assigned identification number. This number is assigned to customers who believe they have been mistakenly matched to a name on the watch list to help prevent misidentification. For more information, visit www.dhs.gov/trip [4].
**Currently, the option to automatically populate your Secure Flight Passenger Data from your AAdvantage account is only available for reservations booked on AA.com or via AA Reservations. Reservations booked elsewhere will require that you manually enter your SFPD.

>September 10th ,World Suicide Prevention Day

>

The joke is on me and on you too .

The main jokers are WHO. Now , WHO is WHO ? Nope, not The WHO, but W.H.O. ( World Health Organization ). That’s who .

http://www.who.int/mediacentre/events/annual/world_suicide_prevention_day/en/index.html


and money sucking leeches :

http://www.iasp.info/

THIRD candidate in this charade and the most macabre is ESL with it’s “Holiday Lessons.com , La Comedie Macabre”:

http://www.eslholidaylessons.com/09/world_suicide_prevention_day.html

If these links aren’t enough to speed up any suicidal thoughts that might have been proliferating in your tired desperate zonked out mind, try to call the Jap Suicide Prevention Watch line, set only for the day, IF you are able to find the phone number ( I won’t tell you ). Then, after trying to get ahold of one of the patsies behind the blower and making it through a depressing dose of organ music enough to drive you nuts while waiting. FINALLY when you think you’d made it, try finding somebody that can understand your own GAIJIN lingo …


Don’t worry dear friends, if you for some reason found out that you didn’t have the balls to kill yourself EVEN after going through these charades, you can always go next year to CHINA where , guess what? During 13-17 September, 2011 you can attend the XXVI ( 26 in useless Roman Numerals put there to annoy you even more ) IASP ( International Association for Suicide Prevention another WHO money sucking leech ) World Congress.


Too bad those poor Chinese iPhone 4 related suicides (8?9?22? WHO gives a damn, cos MAC Commander-in-chief , the GREAT and almighty BLOW JOBS STEVIE certainly doesn’t) didn’t hear about IASP 2011 incoming sham. Some of them might have chose to top themselves in public as it is typical in that vast country.


Hell, never too late is it? And there will be plenty more of them guys to choose from anyway.


Shanghai World Exposition would be better and in a sense, economical , but WHO is loaded so WHO cares ??


Wish you all luck.


As for me, I am glad that I now got a fixed date to top myself when time comes. All I gotta do it’s login WHO / IASP websites for the right dates. (WHO’s other sham World Diabetes Day and it’s BLUE LIGHT MONUMENT ILLUMINATION MONUMENTAL jamboree doesn’t work much here in Japan ).

Talking about feeling blue, LOL !!!


Oh ! One more thing; Make sure to fill out those insane ridiculous forms ESL will for sure put in their crappy next year and the year after next ” Holiday Lessons.com”. This way you are sure about what to do …

R.I.P.

>I AM RUNNING OUT OF TIME!!!!!

>

I got the HCR exhibition to attend on the 29th. Tokyo Big Site .

My plan is to demonstrate in front of three booths:

ETAC /SAGAMI GOMU. HOKUMEI UNSAFE BATH TUBE CEILING TO FLOOR BAR AND THE BIG KING PIN IN BOTH F$%KED UP ITEMS ABILITIES .

ABILITIES aka DIS-ABILITIES AS IT IS KNOWN AROUND THE HANDICAPPED WORLD. THEY SUPPLY DEAD STOCK AND EQUALLY UNSAFE USELESS ITEMS. NEGOTIATED AND ALSO RECOMMENDED ETAC & HOKUMEI TO ME.

Have been pushing wifey to write the main protest points, to make an iPad display and disclose, including photos of ditto items, letters from these leeches obviously giving me the f$%king finger and documents by my own ward office accepting my complaints and claims of unsafe dangerous items including an ever-so-light sweet demand by the Itabashi ward office to investigate the items while ditto items should be put on hold in case they cause grievous body harm to elder and handicap alike.


I GOT NOTHING DONE AND TIME IS SHORT.

The photos and short videos of my protest should be download into web and links sent to Sweden’s safety watch entity I am sure they have. The Swedish chamber of commerce too should get bombed with my demands. Get that photo dry stick crazy eyed TWAT to rub her scarecrow ugly face in the s£$t too.


El JEFE TOO , I WAS HOPING HE GOT MY IPAD RUNNING IN SHIPSHAPE TO USE AS A PORTABLE BILLBOARD. WIFEY TO FILM AND PHOTOGRAPH ME IN ACTION ALL TO NO AVAIL. El JEFE JUST INTRODUCES ME TO NEW HYPER USELESS GADGETS AND GAMES INSTEAD OF BEING A TRUE RAIN MAN LIKE ENGINEER I THOUGHT HE WAS.

IF I DON’T RAISE HELL DURING THIS EXHIBITION, I MIGHT AS WELL JOIN THE FACELESS CRAWLING SILENT SHEEP TO THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE JAP DISABLED ZOMBIES AND TAKE THE F£$KING HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE PILLS IN DOUBLE QUANTITY TO FEEL LESS WILD, HANG MYSELF EVENTUALLY IN MY PLASTIC WRAPPED CONSERVATORY WHEN WIFEY IS AWAY FOR A WEEK.

NEED A TRUE PR GENIUS HERE AND A TRANSLATOR WITH BILE ENOUGH IN HIS OR HER GUTS TO SUPPORT MY SHORT BLITZKRIEG.

TOTAL RECALL , is the unconditional terms I told them . They tried to sweeten me up with shut up money or lame promises of testing the ETAC swift Stool , Exchange the stool for another one , buy the f&%king stool back etc . meanwhile Mathias the Kuala Lumpur stationed perv keeps on pasting and copying the same message ; YOU’RE THE FIRST CASE . Later he wrote that in every apple tree the is a rotten one kind of crap .

ETAC butt kissing SAGAMI GOMU , producer of drug mules favorite BUTT F%$KING super greased extra strong condoms, tried to come to my place and take the Stool away for ” testing “. NO WAY !! What’s the point in testing a stool AFTER it came out in the market and AFTER it cracked ONLY one mouth after usage ? I got screwed once by the insulin supplier Elly Lilly when trustingly lent the insulin pens for testing because two got stuck half way before . NEVER SAW the stuff and Ely Lilly sent two full pens with nothing as a report on the ” Tests “. Then the same SAGAMI GOMI tried to have Dis-abilities Suzuki the Butch to change the stool for a real low level piece of junk Dis-abilities sells to semi demented elder patients using in their-in-the-pocket greedy case workers or Caremane as they are called . Failing to do that , they took not to secret pictures of the stool’s bar code and sent to ETAC’S MATTIAS . No news what so ever came out of both crooked items , ETAC SWIFT STOOL nor DIPPER HOKUMEY the bath tube bar from Osaka .

They ignored the ward office letter and ignored my demands for TOTALL RECALL before somebody gets REALLY HURT . Wouldn’t be surprised if it happened quite a few times , the way they all replied with their copy and paste ” YOU’RE THE FIRST ” Bulls$%t .

AND THE TRIO HAVE BEEN GIVING ME THE F£$KING FINGER WITH A F£$K YOU GIMP SMIRK. IT TRULLY HURTS ME DEEP INSIDE TO HAVING TO TAKE IT IN THE F£$KING ARSE LIKE THIS.

THUS, F%&K THESE BUZZARDS AND F$#K THAT TWO BIT ENGINEER El JEFE’S STUBBORN STUPIDITY AND NON VISION. LET HIM REALLY SUFFER. NO MATTER WHAT HE MIGHT SUFFER IT IS NOTHING COMPARED TO THE PAIN I HAVE BEEN AND AM GOING THROUGH. DAMN BLOW JOBS STEVIE AND HIS BUNCH OF SILLY CUNT VALLEY BLOOD SUCKING FOR DUMPING OVERPRICED USELESS CRAP INTO THE MARKET !

I AM DESPERATE AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME !!!

SEE YOU SCUMBAGS AT HCR DEAD STOCK EXHIBIT . I WILL BE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR BOOTHS SHOWING THE BROKEN ITEMS AND SHOWING ALL I GOT CONCERNING THE MATTER AT HAND . THE SHAM HAS TO BE DISCLOSED BEFORE SOMEBODY ELSE GETS MAIMED OR DIES . IF IT HASN’T HAPPENED BEFORE THAT IS …

>Paree!

>

Paris gave me everything I needed in the old days.

Money, respect, women and a lot of power. PARIS was the hub of the Universe for me those days. NEVER a bored day. Whatever I wanted I got. If there wasn’t what I wanted I could have it made.

Paris gave me an Al Capone like atmosphere I thrived in. If I wanted to sleep for days nobody bugged me, if I wanted to paint the city red I could go to extremes and NEVER got stopped. Mysterious and rotten to the core, Paris always gave me a boost and a home when I was in pain or in dire straights.

From Paris I could drive, take a train or a plane anywhere I felt like. I’d go for a weekend for cigars and booze in Amsterdam; Getting super-hyper in the 24 / 7 bars of Antwerp and bang a few ballet dancers from the National Ballet. I’d drive further north into Germany and get laid in Hamburg St. Paulis red light district’s by the belly dancers from Lebanon and Turkey. Still driving north, I’d go up into up to Flensburg on the border with Denmark and get laid or drunk with the military women there. After that I’d ride the f$%king BMW or the Checy Caprice through the autobahn at 250 km per hour, content on puffing a good cigar or hauling a dumb hitching bitch. I’d stop by Darmstat or Giessen in the north suburbs of Frankfurt and stay with the Hell’s Angels or the anarchists ex-Badder Meinhoff faction members who were dirt rich from PLO and Ghadafi gold. I used to march with them in Berlin’s Zoo Station area throwing cobble stones at the polizei VWs and Mercedes trucks and then we’d ride the subway through East German shut down semi dark stations, dead drunk up and down sticking our arses or tits ( them anarchist bitches had BIG boobs ) against the windows at the poor VOPOS guarding the desert stations.

Then it was back to Paris to guide Horny tours and make more money hauling gold to Zurich for Jap Heavy Duty companies. I’d drive down to Orange stopping at Le Puy to meet the Black Widow and get into a weirder world of magic Adams Family like character and Manor after which I’d Detox in Vichy for a week on stinking volcano sulphur water fountains many times a day, eating very little. Those days I ate a lot of raw oysters and was always scared of Hepatitis.

Keep on riding South into Andorra. Checking the latest gadgets from JVC portable TV and Radio Cassette players, I carried them to Barcelona tax free and made a pile selling them to the Arco del Teatro whores and pimps; the latest weapons that Andorra was a haven . I’d get the news, check my dead mail box in the hotel of which I also had another one in the Grand Cafe de Opera , Paris.

Barcelona. Here I’d stay at my Grandmothers small place in Mount Tibidabo, leave the car and take the trams and subways to laze out in Plaza Catalunya on a folding chair rented for 5 pesetas a day. Observing the fauna and the walk the Ramblas, I’d dine at Los Caracoles, get drunk in the Mesons and end up in a Plaza Real Hotel with a musky Swede, Kraut or Brit c£$t and laze it out f$%king, eating and f£$king.

Bored with it all ? Borrow Seat 127 from King Rat the pimp and drive to Sitges. In those days it was a semi-quiet avant guard village where you could swim, eat buttered giant sole with lemon and parsley while sipping drink dry white wine. A siesta by the hotel pool keeping one eye open for pussy galore Scandinavian OLs.

BORED again? Money and time not the issue? Get in the Seat and drive along the coast to Valencia suburbs to stay at my family apartment in Calpe. Same routine, different fauna and then if still in it, ride through the mountain road to Granada.

King Rat’s Seat was a souped up jalopy coupe – manual gears of course. Great to drive through the night swerving on those 360 curves on the road to Guadix, Granada like a mad man. Eight track bulky cassettes blaring with Eagles or Demis Roussos and flamenco. I had to pay for brand new Michelin tires when I arrived in Malaga’s Marbella after the mountain road and Sierra Nevada bout racing pin curves. Money was not the issue every time I did that; Fun was.

Marbella had a Swedish nymphomaniac living there in her rich Lebanese sugar-daddy villa and money to burn. I was always welcome. Now it is Arab controlled and there are no more Scandinavian horny women. I went there in 2002 and was disappointed. The Nynph had gone and although the Villa behind Hotel Africa still existed, the fat Glock totting Arab guard told me not to ring the bell by instinct.

If time was not an issue, we’d hop into her shark fin tail Caddy and drive to Algeciras to take the ferry into Morocco’s Ceuta, an ex-Portuguese Enclave and like Andorra, a tax free haven. Then across border into Morocco per se and all the way to Fez, staying with an ex-FFL supplier and snitch big place.

Back to Marbella and into Seat 127 with brand new oil and tyres, I’d drive throughout night to Calpe along the coast, rest and then drive again into Barcelona past Tarragona the Roman town getting into the mountain area to visit the Frexnet Caves and get free booze and buy a half a dozen cases of the bubbly. Time to return the car back to a by now anxious King Rat with ten one thousand Peseta Green bills and a couple of cases of good limited edition Frexnet Champagne as a gift after which it was back to mount TIBIDABO’s peaceful Joaquina’s place.

There I’d laze it out for a couple of days while making calls to Paris about next incoming Jap invasion and check on the hot news with the FFL guys. It was a refreshing drive into Perpignan, France, ( avoiding Dali’s joint like the plague or I would lose my resolution to return to Paree), up to Arles where I’d stay at the FFL forte for old times sake. Onwards into ORANGE, avoiding St. Tropez and Marseilles like the plague or again I wouldn’t make it to Paris that soon …

Temptation.

Onto the highway all the way to Barbizon to eat at friend’s restaurant, listen to the gossip and to sort of reset the body clock and mind. And then, Paree at sunset along the Seine into Concorde Square. How I loved that sunset, the traffic and the messy, disorganized city.

Finally, into the Crillon Hotel for news on the Swiss mule business coming next, the Inter Continental for more gossip and the Rue de Saint Anne for the gossip on off-the-boat Yakuza Cowboys in town fresh from the archipelago. Osaka Ramen’s for meeting the new Fugitives. I would then present my ” KOMATA KOTO AREBA, OIRA NI DENWA SHITTE KUDASAI ” ( when in deep shit call me sort of JINGI 仁義 ) and go back to either my Grandmothers place near Printemps or the Maisons Laffite across the Seine and Sartroville to a hide out – a big manor owned by a rich guy, gun smuggler, etc., who let me use all year round along with his cars. All I had to do was keep the place alive and in shipshape.

Voila mon ami. La Raison why Paris and forever Paris till I croak in that city IF I am lucky of course.

PARIS was and IS the hub of my fucked up life.

Not as much fun now because the fauna is different but I still can find old holes to blow my steam up if needed to.

FIN

>Something to bray about.

>

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/sep/03/portugal-paedophile-ring

http://www.euronews.net/2010/09/03/six-year-sex-abuse-trial-in-portugal-set-to-end/

GOOD NEWS!

BUT only a tinny bunch of these maggots were indicted.

THEIR lawyers of course, will appeal. Money is no problem for them since the Catholic Church , Military , Politicos and the high Echelon clientele doesn’t want their names divulged .

In my ‘democratic’ country the LAW is very clear:

YOU ARE INNOCENT TILL PROVEN PENNILESS !!!

And some of these ‘victims’ were over 14 and somehow got paid for their blow jobs and butt f$%&king… Not to mention their relatives no mater how distant they might have been . In Japan the whole farce is called ENJOKOSAI . Before, the slutty TWATS walked up and down Center Street , Shibuya and gave blow jobs etc to horny elder Satyrs in Karaoke joints , now it’s all much organized and the websites reek with these TWATS wares . Some even aren’t the high school GARU they pretend but most probably their mothers in their daughters uniform .

What had happened in the Catholic controlled Casa Pia and my own school Saint Joseph paedo Jesuit priests in the 60’s ?!

I believed in the power of the stiletto and could throw it many meters onto a tree. The short axe I had too . I used the stiletto to slice fruit, bread, salami etc with ease and often did it during recreation time in that school, always smirking at the known paedos passing by or sitting in the dinning hall. The short ax I cracked nuts with the numb side , usually on the stone stairs nearest to chamber where the priests rested . The sound of the nuts cracking could drive some of them nuts . But not a word was said. They knew I knew and that kept them at bay.


Although I was often punished for misbehaviour in public, none of those weirdos EVER tried to touch me when I was in the dormitory pretending to be asleep or in the showers.

Incredible what a good knife and axe thrower can do to cure paedos or keep them at bay.

I wore the axe in the open when yet another kid in TURMA B ( group B ) – the trouble maker group – disappeared ( was transferred? ) for ever or was hospitalized for ‘falling ‘ off the stairs. Or maybe he accidentally hurt himself during classes such as wood carving or electrical training where I was a member or even the printing ( I was there too ) …

There are a few ‘I should have dones‘ left in my life and as I am a strong believer of fire as a cleanser, I will ALWAYS regret I didn’t shut them paedos in the Sacristy behind the church chain lock the doors and burn them all to a f$%king crisp . IF I have had done that I would have got away with the Cuckoo card ( mentally insane I.D. similar to the one the Japanese cannibal that ate the Dutch plump student ” For love ” in Paris 30 odd years ago carries ) after being locked up for a few years in the infamous JULIO DE MATOS Institute for the insane which was another tool of the PIDE and Catholic Church to inspire terror into the hearts of the unbelievers …

BUT that will be another story wanna bet ?

http://www.hjmatos.min-saude.pt/

I just hadn’t the guts I guess and am paying the price now; PTSD might be called as well.

I ended up in that institute once every 6 months a year for an Electroencephalography and a shadow and LEGO like toys I.Q. crappy routine test that always ended up with the conclusion that I wasn’t normal in the knocker and was prescribed Valium and other s$%t that of course I never took. I could have told them that I wasn’t right in the knocker and that was the only armor I had to survive . Crazy like a fox in a manner of speech I guess .

Those days I was a regular in that place. They made me enter the small door in the picture above and walked me for more than 40 minutes through a maze of corridors and up and down stairs of insanity.


I suspect Father Alvaro , the sadist priest in collaboration with my cowardly old man Manuel planned it all to terrify me into submission . Wishful thinking .

It did scare me at first but every corner and window gave me hints of my whereabouts and so did certain screams coming from the criminally and hopeless insane floor. The guardian ever so slowly took me as close as possible to the barred gates. I learned to nickname everything and everybody in that place so as not to take them seriously. Every scream and insane smile that I saw through the bars weren’t that scary anymore after half a dozen visits . Although the Carmelita nun lugging behind us did the sign of the cross every time somebody screamed . Dumb old c$%t .

Reminds me of the bell clanking Lepra Pilgrims long line marching towards Fatima from Lourdes , France every May . They sent scouts in advance to warn the Mayor of their imminent march thru the town and to get permission to pitch a long tent to rest by the river, get food and drink from our village since we are in the main crossroads from Salamanca, Spain as it has been done for ages. My dear father and other fathers too used to terrify us by saying that since we haven’t been good boys last year they would give us to the Leprosos as a punishment and that the Leprosos would eat us raw blah , blah … Bogeyman at it’s best.

Sure it sounded terrifying the Leprosos did look terrifying and many kids begged not to be thrown at the Leprosos mercy promising to be good. I got fed up one day at that crap, grabbed my old army triangular back pack, filled it up it with clothing, filched as much money as I could find in the house and waited by the Pelorinho square ( a square used for whipping or torturing the unbelievers and adulterers in public ) sat by the stone pole and waited for the Leprosos to come by to take me away.

Manuel run up to me asked what was I doing? I just told him I’d rather go with the Leprosos than be in the same house as him. Goodbye old man. Many of the villagers for years after that told of my public bout in front of the 47th descendent of the Ferreira Clan and leader and how for the next three or four years I continued to do just that: Waited patiently by the square ready to go with the Leprosos RATHER than being with my family. Tavernas were full of sneers and laughter and some fed me watered ginjinha, a cherry alcoholic beverage as a reward for teaching the old despotic Ferreira a lesson. Good old days …

Nicknaming people and things or actions really kept me in mental shape throughout the years and even now I practice that art.

Back to the Cuckoo’s nest. AFTER three or four hours of waiting the main nut professor came in and he and his assistants would go through the same routine. They always bitched about my hair being too long , glue the f%^king Encephalographic bits to my skull . The priests or my father had put me under the knife, the day before . All part of the routine as I mentioned.

“SHUT your eyes. OPEN your eyes!” This crap made always fall asleep because I was tired from the ‘Walk’ with no food, no drink and no peeing pattern. THE Nutty Professor stank of cheap leaf tobacco that he chain smoked and the other two minions were dumb silent Igor like characters although they weren’t hunchbacked. A whole day in that place to end up being declared incurably crazy. Back to St. Joseph and be greeted with sneers and comments such as”O maluco ta de Volta” (the fruitcake is back).

It’s a long story and as The Fall approaches, so do my memories of times gone by.

THESE paedos aren’t the ones that should be on trial . Nor are most of the ‘victims’ . The REAL victims per se are the ones like I that were helpless and cowardly stood by while s%$t was happening right in front of our eyes . The Lord, if He ever existed, was on a vacation when we needed Him the most. The Devil was always ever present giving us all His sales pitch;


” …et dixit illi haec tibi omnia dabo si cadenas adoraveris me ” – ” And saith onto him , All these things will I give thee , if thou will fall down and worship me ” ( Mathew 4:9 )

” … et ait ei tibi dabo potestatem hanc universam et gloriam illorum quia mihi tradita sunt et cui volo do illa ” – ” All this power will I give thee, and the glory of them: for that is delivered unto me; and to whomsoever I will give it ” ( Luke 4:6 )

Busy bugger the Devil was and still is.

The main VICTIM here IS and always will be the TRUTH ! And as usual, as before, in our days, Human race JUST CAN’T TAKE the F$%KING NAKED TRUTH. Thus nobody questions the indictments EXCEPT the paedos lawyers (money talks) nor seeks the REAL TRUTH. Too afraid that they too might be smeared by flying s$%t.

The whole rigmarole has been going on for centuries and it is only in 2010 that a tiny fraction of the crawling maggots were disclosed to, I suspect, cover the REAL MAGGOTS from prying curious eyes no mater how few those eyes are.

The Portuguese Foreign Office ( diplomat ) paedo mentioned in the article a UNESCO ambassador WAS here in Tokyo for a short period DURING the investigation by the JUDITE or Judicial police, hoping that being here it would make the public forget it all and of course, like Alan N. Lamph (70yrs old) the eikaiwa paedo in Fukuoka, never heard of for months after being detained . Guess the Moonies bailed him out, the “diplomat ” in question went around under the Diplomatic Corps protection having the time of his miserable life . Japan IS a paedo haven , just as much as it is a scamster’s as long as the scumbags aren’t poor and seem clean cut. Japanese language appears to have about four thousand words originated from Portuguese lingo. Wouldn’t surprised if the J law here used the very same motto: “YOU’RE INNOCENT TILL PROVED PENNILESS” ( anybody knows how to say that in Latin ? ) . So the portuguese “diplomat ” went around molesting boys like Johnies Tarento is famous for, to keep is Caralho (dick in portugee ) and habits in shipshape since he knows he ain’t gonna be nobodies bitch in the slammer back home. Money talks REAL loud . Practice makes perfect , and our old geezer kept on practicing under the blessings of king Rabbit our Ambassador .

My Embassy is a Babel Tower of thieves and corrupt elite scum and since a portugee was NEVER arrested here in Japan, there is no prototype Iranian like publicity to cause lazy butt kissing Jap cops to investigate that f$%king thieves den. I can’t even go and renew my passport because they refused to build a ramp or do something for an handicapped Luso-Iberian to enter the building. I paid them back by refusing to give them my home address or accept delayed copied letters from the Foreign Office to remind us minions that LUSITANIA is our beloved Fatherland. Zieg Heil et all …

Do remember the portuguese JUSTICE motto just in case you get screwed in the Algarve and in cahoots with the LAW :


‘ YOU’RE INNOCENT TILL PROVED PENNILESS ‘


Bring plenty of that just in case …