Train Rape In Japan Bus

The Jackal

I am the jackal.

The man without morals, the dregs, the one that paints a sneer of disgust on his face raddled conformists are the scorpion, the devil himself, the criminal par excellence, the national scandal. At his death, my father left me a half-ruined house, which is Sunday evening coming down in an instant, while I, the bastard, I still get drunk in the country with friends. Inside the house was all there, everything I had, including the computer with which enslaves me through telework, I decided that I had not go, do not leave the country, and pretended to live with 600 euro per month, potendomi only allow a bicycle, that here is a curse, not a means of transport. My house is a layer of stone and a half feet tall. There is nothing left.

in the house opposite there were two pensioners, who did not pay two stingy miss the parking lot at the mall, waiting in a car and the others did the shopping, no children, no relatives, no one. Even their house came down instantly, but they were in there, and there remained, even though their house was destroyed less than mine. And then I slipped in and I got some change, of blankets, sweaters, I did not believe that if I was someone else. No one ever claim the ownership of that stuff and that kind of money, but now I am crucified everywhere, on every newspaper, news, paper and poster of the nation. The nation of jackals. Those who have the

auditel, those running the hungry with microphones in hand, those who pretend to fundraising groups, those who pretend to be experts, people who write the 'stories', directors looters armed with cameras for national newspapers, the ones who send text messages circular, all animated with good intentions to help those who read only the titles 'I took with eighty thousand euro jackals' without reading it rather then under have demonstrated that they had money. Here's what remains in a nation of looters. These are the words, images, titles consist of real jackals, who have nothing better to do than to crucify the jackals false, without trial, all agree, majority and opposition, a day to fill up the mouth of the warrant and days after firing on anyone prior convictions, for whatever reason, so that the dead care about, those are dead, rebuke, get the kick, shoot the panic, fear, tears and pain. The sponsors will come to rain.

I am the jackal. Come and feed on my flesh, waiting for you.