Cheap Misery in Other People's Holiday

Michelle the Obama in CNT Colours. Is a Big Disgrace!!

Far be it from me to begrudge anyone the desire to want to come to glorious beautiful holy España, since because why wouldn't they? but it is one thing to have the desire and is another thing for them to be allow to satisfy their desire, especially if they are foreing. We are being told in the paper this week that Michelle the Obama is coming to Marbella for a holidays with one of her children, Sasha, but that the Antichrist Barack the Obama will be stay at home to enjoy his 49th birthday in peace and quiet and sacrificing goats. Sasha will fit right in, I am espect, because she is have a Russian name, and these days Marbella is fill-up with Russian Mafia and Oligarchs who are all call things like Sasha, Natasha, Alyosha, Gallosha, and Gnasha. Michelle will not fit in so easily, I am think, but my friend Juan says that she was only invite in the first place by the government of the idiot Zapatero by mistake, because he is think she is Condoleezza Rice! This idea was make us both laugh very much. And is not racist of Juan to say such a thing, by the way, before the liberal among you decide to start the boycott. No. Is racist of Zapatero.

If Zapatero had want any of the the Obamas to come, it would have been Barack the Obama, so that he would save Zapatero's government by giving it some stimulation in the way that Angela Merkel will not. Merkel, as you know, is a stern tasklady and very tight, who will not give money to the Greek wastrel socialists or the Spanish idiot socialists, both of who will just waste the money on healthcare (i.e. the sick, the elderly, the feculent and the lazy) or on buying cheap generic drugs instead of proper drugs from German pharmaceutical companies like Bayer, Merck, or the Kleine bit of GlaxoSmithKleine. Obama, on the other hand, is a soft touch who is also in a bit of a pickle because of declining American influence globally. Zapatero was hope to bring him to Spain and to say, "Well, the Obama, if you are not able to give us money, we will aks the Chinese, who is very keen to espand their influential hegemony, whatever that is. And if they say no we will aks the Russian oligarchs. They are only down the road. The big mansion on the left." And Obama will then feel pressurized to not lose his face and hand over wods of cash for Zapatero to give to the unemployed. Or, in the case of Basques, the unemployable.

But the Obama is have better things to do than visit Spain while his wife is away visiting Spain, such as a big lads' party round at his house, with strippers and beer and a basketball shoot-out on his private court which he has have had built at the White House on the old helipad. And surfing the net for porn and knocking several out (I should mention, for those who think this is disgusting, that Malia will not be in the house; she is at summer camp. Even the Antichrist has morals.) Obama should find that he will have plenty of time, too. I have little doubt that once Michelle the Obama is come to Spain, she will not want to go back to America. She will probly claim political asylum or mental asylum or refugee status. When you are see the lovely hotel where they are stay, you too might want to claim sanctuary. They are have nothing like that in America, I guarantee you. And with the added bonus of no Americans!

Michelle will probly not want to leave the hotel itself either, which is probly a good thing. The Costa del Sol is increasingly a dangerous place to visit. Only the last day there was an Irish man shot dead for no other reason than being from Coolock, apparently shot by a Liverpool man from England. This is the sort of scum who they are let into Spain these days. English. At least the Russian Oligarchs are have the good decency only to bring their drug money or gun money, not their drugs and guns. It would not never have happen under Franco, let me tell you. When Franco was encouraging tourism to Spain, it was the police who had all the guns. And quite right too.

On the other hands, however, is all a bit of a shame that Michelle and Sasha will not get out of the hotel. They should sample some of the disappearing Spain. As you are know, the filthy Catalans have now outlaw the bullfighting, pretending to be more civilize than the rest of us but in real it is because they are contemptuous of proper culture. Consequently, any visitors to Spain will be less likely to see the real thing and more likely to see things like this, which is a shoddy imitation, I am hope you will agree. This is a children's television show, the equivalent of what you will have in Britain called Tiswas or in Ireland The Den with Liam Dempsey, Dustin from Turkey, and Jayo the Sherlock monster. It is clearly just two men, or perhaps a man and two ladies, dressed up in a bull outfit with sparklers on their head, chasing children around the studio. Is this what we want Spain to be remember for? I am think not. Don't let Sasha watch the Spanish TV. Or talk to Spanish children. Just give her a copy of People en Español magazine and tell her the TV is brokened. She will probly have the withdrawal symptoms, but making a little American girl cry for all her holidays is a small price to pay for Spain's international dignity, I am sure you are agree.

Enjoy your stay, First Lady! Not so much, Second Daughter!

Besos


Manuel

Speak Spanish, Guinea Pig!!

Can I Have a Translation, Please!!

Anyone who is have even the smallest knowledge of Spain's glorious imperial history will know that while all the other despicable Protestant European countries (Britain, Germany, Holland, France, and cetera) devoted their ambitions and attentions to exploiting the resources and benighted savages of Africa, creating the immoral, barbaric, and illegal slave economy, which was ultimately give rise to such atrocities as the movie Amistad, jazz music, the French football team, and 9/11, the pious Catholic empire of Spain was pursuing an ideological agenda of civilizing the appalling cannibalistic and Satanistic pagans of the Americas, such as the Inkas, the Aztecs, and the Matalans, bringing them the One True Church, the Word of Our Lord, a Mediterranean diet, and an ascetic attitude towards worldly goods which was mean they didn't need their gold any more.

The one esception to this magnificent civilizing mission in America is the country of Equitorial Guinea, which acsidentally was fall into Spanish hands as a result of the Treaty of El Pardo in 1778. As a result of being ruled wisely by the Spanish, this part of Africa was become the richest part of the entire continent, making proof that the Spanish way of doing things is universally the best, so long as the Spanish are in charge, and also putting to shame all the other imperial powers who were embarrass by what a success we was making of Africa when they had universally rape and pillage it.

Sadly for the natives, Equitorial Guinea attain its independence in 1968, and it have been a downhill story ever since. Now it is ruled over by the dictator Teodoro Obiang, who you can see above in the picture. He is the one on the left. The man on the right is the man of the left Lula Ignacio de Silva of Brazil, who is now Obiang's best friend, even though he is clearly in this photograph offering one of the most offensive insults in the Spanish gestural vocabulary. This upfront contempt is something that Obiang had better get use to, because according to the newspapers, Obiang is deliberately going out on his limbs try to seduce foreign powers to come to his country and suck off his massive oil reserves. Reuters is say:

Equatorial Guinea is one of the smallest nations in Africa, where the oil wealth is concentrate in government and elite hands, with around 70 percent of the more than one million population live in grinding poverty.

The country was discovering big offshore oil reserves in the 1990s and draw a rapid influx of investment from especially U.S. energy firms such as Exxon Mobil, Marathon Oil and Hess that turn it into a big oil supplier.

But production was start to decline earlier this decade, and the pace of investment is fall by about 30 percent between 2005 and 2008 to $1.3 billion, according to the latest United Nations statistics.

Obiang, who has rule the tiny former Spanish colony for over 30 years, is say it would not be easy to implement the reforms in his country, which gain independence 42 years ago.

"We will not ask the global advocacy groups that have criticise us to look the other way and stop their criticisms, but we are ask the international community to help us to help ourselves and help us implement this reform program so that we are become partners with the world's democracies."

and Associated Press is say:

The longtime leader of Equatorial Guinea was pledge Monday to make sweeping reforms in transparency and human rights in the country he has rule for three decades. But an international rights group was call it empty posturing from a corrupt leader intent on attract investors.

Teodoro Obiang Nguema told a meeting of investors and business leaders in Cape Town that his five-point plan will dramatically change conditions in the West African country, which is regularly criticize for its corruption, poor human rights record and grinding poverty despite its tremendous oil wealth.

Yes, yes, yes. We are all know that. Is typical Western liberal carping all about human rights, hospitals, freedom, poverty and that. So immerse in their own agenda are the media that they miss the major, most important aspect of this entire story. It was require a proper, unsentimental, right-wing paper to identify the real disgrace. Spanish paper ABC reports:

Obiang intenta hacer amigos proclamando el portugués lengua oficial de Guinea

El dictador busca así la legitimación internacional de que su país entre en la Comunidad de Países de Lengua Portuguesa.

Si!! You are read it right the first time! Obiang is going to make Portugueses the official language of the country, so that he can join the Commonwealth of Portuguese Speaking Countries!! Is a big disgrace! And is no coincidence, I am think, that this Commonwealth includes such oil-country powerhouses as Brazil, Portugal, Mozambique, Venezuela, Angola, East Timor, and Goa. It is enough to make you puke through your nostril! Clearly, Obiang's reforms have already started: How much more transparent can you get?!!

And look again at that headline: La Comunidad de Países de Lengua Portuguesa. The organization's name isn't even Portuguese. It is Spanish! What a joke.

I am like very much the line in this ABC article by Fátima Proença, who I espect is a Portuguese person, judging by her name. She says, "There is a risk that the organization of Lusofones will become known as the organization of Petrofones." This is very funny in Spanish. And possibly also in Portuguese. I do not know. And this is my point. How can the people in this once-fine country, all of whom are speak Spanish, be suddenly espect to know what is being said about them by their new "friends," all of whome have already known each other for a long time and are used to going to parties together, and all of whome also speak the same language, which the Guineas do not. I can see very well how this will all work out. The Portugueses will talk their own language to one another and then in Spanish to the Guineas, which will mean that the Guineas won't have a clue what is going on while all their oil is being sucked off. Is the total reverse trick that the Basques use, speaking Basques esclusively when you go into one of their restaurants, but the minute you leave they are revert back to peaking Spanish again.

The poor Guineas will be in for a big shock now when their president is make his next speech and they cannot understand a word he is saying. In the old days of course, the solution would be obvious: Send down the Spanish military to liberate the country from this maniac. But that is not allowed any more unless you speak American, and we all know that Obama is a Portuguese name.

Is ironic that, just as our footballers have conquer the world in Africa, the last bit of Africa that was Spain is gone. All I can say is, is a good job that we got out with the only bit of gold left on the continent: the World Cup!

Is a joke!



Besos


Manuel

Champions of Infinity!

A Vindication of Del Bosque's Team Selection

I shall not harp on about the demonstration of Spain's genetic and moral superiority that was prove over the weekend yet again. After all, as foregone conclusions go, this one have gone long before it ever went. Even despite the lubricous decisions of the idiot English referee Clive Webb, who was refuse to punich any sort of Dutch wrongdoing short of immolation, the character of the Spanish players on the Spanish team shone through, won out, paid off, and bent over. Indeed, such was their masterfulness that, for anyone who was watch the game impartially, they could not but want Spain to win; even all the Dutch fans I have spoken to, here on the beaches this morning, have say to me, "Yes definitely the Spain was the better team and we were supporting them all along and the Dutch were scum and we hope they all die."

They may actually have been Germans.

Them impartial watchers was also all unaminously agreed that the match was won by one man, namely, the Real Madrid goalpeeker Iker Casillas, who was also captain, best player in the whole tournament, and the man who designed the World Cup. How fitting then that he should be given it by Sepp Blatter in the ceremonial scrum at the end of the match. It was Casillas's wisdom, maturity, and general knowledge that guided his team of Catalans, Basques, Galicians, and other assorted non-Spanish Spaniards to the trophy. Without him, they would no doubt have lost in the first round to someone totally rubbish, like England. This organizational setup, well chosen by del Bosque, it must be said, sends an important moral to the people of Spain in much the same way as the multicultural team of France did when they won the cup in 1998 and then when they crash out and burn one another in subsequent competitions in an orgy of race hatred and anarchist disobedience (or, in the case of Franck Ribery, Bemzemer and Govou, an ordinary orgy with naked ladies). The moral is that Spain wins things when its natural masters are put in charge, namely, the Madrileños, and when all the inferior provinces and regions do what they are told. In this way the country achieves concord, success, and stability. Not progress.

You will have also notice that the two teams in the final was both countries that are monarchies. This is no coincidence. If the French, Germans, Brazilians, Italians, or English ever want to win the World Cup again, they will have to both reorganize the structures of their football leagues and restore their monarchies, preferably the Spanish monarchy. And of course pay reparations for having left the Spanish commonwealth in the first place (or, if they were not members, for not having been a member).

I see in the news also that the Dutch fans have had a big riot to celebrate their team's defeat, although this was only 200 fans rioting and was in The Hague, so it was probably lawyers from the International War Crimes Tribunal annoyed that Clive Webb was not arrested after the match. This is what you would espect in a Protestant country where they cannot get passionate about anything escept tolerance. Besides, it was clear for all the world to see on Sunday night where all of Holland's hooligans was: On the pitch nailing their studs to the chest of Xavi Alonso! And as for Marco van Bommel, the only good thing to say is that he makes Puyol look like a sex dog!

I was last night had my own celebrations driving around Lanzarote with the top of my scooter down and waving my Spanish flag, which drew many comments, cheers, stones, hardened faeces, from Canarian Independence supporters, so I got the ferry over to Fuerteventura and scooted around there for a bit also, since I knew I would get a better reception there from all the Germans, who had already forgotten how we had stuff them in the semis because we had beat the Hun, which is what they call the Dutch. I was therefore in my elememt, and we had many fine schnapps and brandeys until the wee hours. After I had have my wee, I went home and prayed my thanks to Our Lady and made some final touches to my diorama of the Inquisition, replacing the Jew being tortured with a replica of Clive Webb, which I had got in a Coco Pops packet, and then lit the torches which the Inquisitors was holding to his nostrils. The I fell asleep. Then I woke up with my feet on fire and did some more dancing out into the street, which passing party-goers assumed was in celebration, so they join in and lift me on their shoulders and carry me off to the beach and when I get home this morning my diorama was gone. And also my guitar.

Is a good job I hid my Bible.