LETTER TO FRINTA BIOUMPI

TO: FRINTA BIOUMPI

JOURNALIST OF THE

«POSTMAN» MAGAZINE–ATHENS

CARBON COPY:

PROSECUTOR OFFICE OF ATHENS

POLICE HEADQUARTERS OF ATHENS

PROSECUTOR OFFICE OF VOLOS

POLICE HEADQUARTERS OF VOLOS

MINISTER OF JUSTICE

MINISTER OF PUBLIC SAFETY

PRIME MINISTER

HOUSE OF PARLIAMENT

Dear journalistic whore,

Regardless of everything «they tell you» and «you tell us», we have «to tell you» some words regarding the «Roman Naughts» and the rest of your vomit-disgusting «articles».

We are aware of the fact that you have been hired by the «Postman» Magazine, exactly because of your shallowness and the degeneration that your way and subjects of writing represent, according to the scheme of the organized animalization of the people with Shit from the «Mass Media», and of the corruption of the people unto spoilt mass-men. We inform you that the Greeks do not care what the «faggot cakeman» does in Rome in the «tranny shows», nor the hoochie «Caraccolo», neither whether the whore «Gucci» was wearing leather boots, neither what the rest of the female and male whores of your «articles» do.

But we care that our children buy from the news-stand the vomit-disgusting magazine wherefore you «work», and they wonder «why should we struggle to educate ourselves when the money can be acquainted so easily like this faggot «Cakeman» obtains them, or his «husband» faggot «Tezare» and the Animalizator Whore Frinta Bioumpi». Ye attempt to corrupt us scum of the pen and of the journalistic cholera, co-gangbanging with «Cakemen» and «Ceasars» subhumen.

You and the rest of the journalistic Whorehouse down there think that you remain unnoticed in that attempt of yours, because the country is governed by an immoral Prime Minister and an immoral government of homosexual coward vile traitors, assigned by these exactly Houses of Corruption who control the «Postman Magazine». Ye think ye are covered by the «corrupted by nature» Democracy / Massocracy. Listen cheap whore Frinta (probably …Freeda with Batida de Coco). I was in Larissa City at the house of a friend of mine, Major in the Special Forces, when his 8-year-old son came home from his «aunt’s» house with the «postman magazine» under his armpit and asked his father: «Daddy, will you buy me a horse? I want one like the one that the cakeman bought to Jim», because the kid had read your «article» in the 5^th of March issue. The kid had not understood your «higher» meanings, his father read the «article», understood, and told me: «Tell the others that when you will see me again I will be dead». He then opened the «drawer», took out the black uniform of the mount special forces, 10 grenades of Nitric Silver, an ULTIMAX 100 C.S. machine-gun, 20 BARREL refills with explosive bullets of Nitric Silver and started dressing. I inform you Whore that I managed to dissuade him in his car just outside of Lamia City, and we returned back home. It is not that I wanted to save you or your dirty staff of the «Postman Magazine» which would have become STEAM at 9 am on the 9^th of March, in your headquarters, if the raging father would have reached Athens, with an overall load of 10 kg of Nitric Silver. I dissuaded my friend because your Time has not come yet. When it comes (and it will come), not only the Whorehouse wherein you work will become steam, but all the Whorehouses in Athens and elsewhere, journalistic and …others, simultaneously, with the very first one the House of the Pigdogs or else the House of Parliament.

To you and to the rest of the journalistic fuckfaces around there I give one advice: Do not challenge us so raw and flamboyantly, because our blood boils and we hardly restore the «self-control losses» like the aforementioned. Do not rush your physical termination with such deeds and «articles», since you are free to live till the day of the Big Slaughter, ie till the day when the general «steaming» of the zoo wherein you belong will be ordered…

Caring about your longevity,

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