Sharons bitching….

you are nothing but an angry person!! Stop complaining and putting other ppl down and do something usefull with your life!!! PPl were only trying to teach you a new job here! so why put them down!! Maybe you were missing your drug abit too much in the office!! Just do us all a favour and GET A LIFE!!

 

I’ve been so wanting to blow right into Betssons face for so long!

Sharon obviously do not very much aboyt me. I may be a loser! I am aloso the prick whom got 5 000 euros and spent it all on lose women, drugs and booxe!

So what?

Since Sharon in Payment obviously have an issue with me, let me answer:

Yes§ I am pissed off! You wee bastards should have paid me 10 000 euros and not 5 000!

And since I m travelling back to the dark side of the moon, wee pricks and PSM psychos better hurry!

Dear little Sharon:

My life have been rocher than what you can imagine! I have found out about fakes like you, Megan and wee pussy farts of Maltese lawyers!

Wannna know he’s name? Fine!

Ian Vallea Gellea§! You bosser little wimp of a lawyer!

And I find it much more interesting to piss on power mongers than the wee likes of you!

Though I felt like finally putting out BS that some morons wants to answer me with. I don’t mind! It’s what I once fought for!

Freedom of speech! Freedom to rant and rave as much as you want!

But be careful youngsters! Come to close to the truth, and you might be sencoered…

Strider

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En erklæring til islamister og antiliberale!

En liten fornærmelse til ILPs generalsekretær Butt!

Jeg er Jugoslavia veteran! Jeg var en del av styrkene som frigjorde dine trosbrødre fra Milosevics dødsleire!

 Er det noen som har rett til å ta deg på ditt ord og utfordre din religiøse maktsyke, så er det meg! Mine høyrefanatiske populister er en gjeng intolerante ekstremister, akkurat slik som deg! De fleste av dem er noe som andre veteraner vil kalle for ”chickehawks”….

Du er muslim leser jeg.

Du vil gjøre homoseksualitet ulovlig. Du kaller nordmenn verdens beste muslimer hvis vi  ikke hadde tyllet i oss all denne alkoholen og svinekjøttet.  I mellomtiden bedriver dine bastardsønner og bedriver sin lille mafia virksomhet på Grønland! Dealer dårlig hasj som smaker mer som skokrem og angriper enhver veteran som engang forsvarte dine trosbrødre i Jugoslavia! Dine andre familiemedlemmer driver sine små puber og kjører sin lille private mafia virksomhet mens de truer sine søstre til å forrakte og hate frihetens stemmer som Shabana Rehman og truer både henne og hennes familiemedlemmer på livet!

Selv pleide jeg å få månedlige dødstrusler fra åndspygmeer for 8 år siden nesten hver gang jeg hadde fått slengt ut en ny spalte. Har det skremt meg vekk?

 

Du påstår at om tre år vikl det henge et flagg med din falske profet over Oslo med en fundamentalist som deg i styret! Og du lurer på hvorfor det finnes mennesker som frykter din islamistiske, menneskefiendtlige religion i det hele tatt. Sorry gamle gutt! Vi har brukt tusen år på å kvitte oss med kristendommens åk. Og du tror et eneste øyeblikk at vi vil at en annen ørkenreligion hvor ytringsfrihet og religionskritikk sammenlignes med blasfemi og rasisme? Du som tilhører en tro hvor en simpel karikatur av dine ekstremistiske trosbrødre blir sammenlignet med din profet, og dine trosbrødre i Iran bedriver rene jødehatet a la Hitler i 1933 skal ”prøve” vårt syn på ytringsfriheten?

Du er intet annet enn en trussel mot ytringsfrihet, demokrati og menneskerettigheter. Og du bedriver samme type populisme som dine puritanske motstykker i KRF! AP og SV er for feige! De tåler ikke å bli sammenlignet med det høyreekstreme FRP. Og de er like virkelighetsfjerne som en gjeng drankere på grisefest på Costa del Svidd!

Jeg har blitt angrepet og nesten slått til døde av dine sønner av ”ære”… Fordi de ikke tåler et snev av tilsnakk og Sannhet om din religion! Den er falsk, og fortjener kun forrakt! Det er det organisert religion fortjener! Og du holder din hellige tro høyere enn ytringsfriheten! Du har INGEN rett til ikke å bli fornærmet på vegne av en død ørkenvandrer og huleboer som fikk sine ”syner” og trodde han hadde snakket med en eller annen ørkengud som forlanger verdens underkastelse!

 Dine muslimsønner som en gang i fjord vinter kastet meg ned en hel trapp på t-banenhører egentlig hjemme i fengsel! Det som reddet mitt liv var en t-bane som stoppet og smårottene flyktet og etterlot meg som død! Men jeg er ikke død! Jeg er krigsveteran og lettere alkoholisert med traumer etter å ha beskyttet dine trosbrødre i Jugoslavia! Det eneste som holdt dem unna fengsel var deres unge alder! De var kun 18-19 år gamle! I motsetning til deg og dine trosbrøpdre, HAR jeg et snev av ære! Jeg har også en endeløs toleranse og tilgivelse! Min psykolog etter den tunge tiden mente at jeg burde anmelde det! Og sendt dine muslimske sønner rett i spjeldet! Men jeg er ikke av den typen som vil sende små snørrunger i et bur fordi de ikke visste hvem de hadde med å gjøre!

Ikke på vilkår skal du få lov et øyeblikk å omgjøre Oslo til en Sharia by! Da vil verken du eller noen moskè føle seg trygge for min journalistikk! Og jeg vil være nådeløs! Trass i det faktum at jeg befinner meg tusenvis av kilometer sør for mitt land. Et land jeg har gjort tjeneste for, men allikevel blir tvunget vekk fra grunnet drakoniske lover og puritanisme som ville ha fått Jens Bjørneboe og Knut Hamsun og Olaf Bull til å brekke seg av vemmelse. Alle disse ville ha vist meg all forståelse for å ha stukket sørover. Og DU er en av grunnene!

Om kristendommens falske puritanisme ikke var ille nok, så trenger vi ikke en ny ørkenreligion til å fortelle oss, verken meg, eller andre hasjhuer til å lovpålegge oss hvordan vi skal leve våre liv. Selv ikke det katolske Malta påtvinger slike drakoniske lover som du og tydeligvis dine åndsfrender i FRP vil ha det til. Billigere bensin, og total alkoholforbud. En salig blanding av KRF og FRP. Du har ingenting i mitt land å gjøre. Vil du gjøre politikk, så stikk ditt talibanske fjes tilbake til Peshawar hvor du kan preke til taliban så mye du vil! Bare ikke kom med din falske religion og påtving meg denne! Det var ikke det jeg sloss for over 15 år siden!

Nå bor jeg på en øy som i 1565 med kun 7000 utmattede mennesker banket din muslimske general Mustafah og desimerte hans hær fra 40 000 til 10 000 på en måned. Her er meget katolsk og litt puritansk. Vi synder som svin 6 dager i uken, og de som ikke har en for tung bakrus går i kirken på søndager for å be om tilgivelse for synder som vil begås de neste 6 dagene!

Jeg vil leve i et land hvor det ikke er forbundet med skam å dra på en go-go bar og få private dansetimer av en av dine døtre! Jeg vil leve i et land hvor jeg skal kunne kjøpe min altervin klokken 7 en søndag morgen! Jeg vil leve i et land hvor jeg kan få kjøpt min hasjisj i nærmeste kiosk uten å få din ”moral” eller din totalt virkelighetsfjerne lov påtvunget meg! Jeg vil leve i et land hvor jeg kan fornærme en hvilken som helst selvoppnevnt profet uten å få et religiøst politi på nakken, eller bli banket opp av en gjeng av dine sønner og impotente nevøer som ikke kan definisjonen av ”ære”, hvor de føler seg forpliktet til å opptre som Allahs hellige sendebud på denne jord og drepe enhver som måtte våge å tale ham imot!

Jeg vil leve i et land hvor enhver kan bedekke hvilket kjønn de vil uten å få dine religiøse vrangforestillinger påtvunget seg! Jeg tror på frihet! Du tror på religiøs og politisk tvang! Sånt sett passer du ypperlig inn i Norge. Du har funnet dine trosfeller blant høyreekstreme åndspygmeer som bygger hele sin politiske ideologi på fremmedfrykt og falsk religion, og du spiller på det samme! Mitt hode har blitt sparket inn av dine snørrunger! Og de aper alltid i flokk! De er for feige til å møte noen alene! Jeg er ikke redd for dem! For jeg er en kriger, snart en aldrende kriger! Du er en gammel religiøs stabukk! Og den dagen skal komme når jeg skal konfrontere deg med din totale mangel på virkelighetsforståelse, og fornærme din profet som han aldri har blitt fornærmet før! Og tro meg! Dette har ingenting med rasisme å gjøre! Det har bare å gjøre med min suverene forrakt for alt som stinker av organisert religion, hvor målet er makt! I dette tilfellet: Din makt! Den skal jeg sørge for at du aldri får!

Away… in the general direction of away.

By the time you all read this, I will have gone away. Riding on a wave of mutilation, discontent, and dissent; together with his most venomous tool, my brain, my beloved head bones… I will not see you again. At least most of you.  But you will read my blog, you will certainly hear about me, if not from me directly. The heat in Malta began to go to my head… It’s been money and time well spent. And I don’t regret one second of it.

I will be away, in the general direction of away. I don’t like to be found when I don’t want to be found. And the bastards found me. Thanks to a landlord with a loose tongue, I will be forced to move to a secure place so I can continue my rants without having to worry about getting threats straight on my doorstep.

If everything goes, a dream will soon come true. To live my literature and I will meet some very interesting people on the way. While most you kreeps will be slaving away in front of you computers with an insane boss hanging over you, just to look for an excuse to fire you, there will be no one to tell me what to do, or when to show up. No Damocles Sword hanging over me. 

 

And I’m wondering…

Who’s next? And so will you…

Strider

Midsummer night’s eve 2009

Miscommunication my ass, and Simon says!

 

 

The latest little skit from the Ultimate Supremo while sacking people more often than I would change underwear is all about miscommunication… According to her own wee warped mind. By god! If I was dictator, I wouldn’t let her run as much as a kinder garden!

And this blonde freak show is actually running an office with so called adults who most of the time is afraid of getting sacked!

Because as I hear, the job that they’re having is one of the best one on the island. That don’t help much when you’re scared shitless of some psycho who doesn’t even have the legal no how to do things right! Well, except for using a young punk lawyer as cannon fodder whom I wonder have even less legal knowledge than his pimp!

The first week, we had a communication coah living in South Africa. He came in just for us! To teach us about communication. And he was good. At east funny. Looking a bit like Johnny Rotten. Maybe he is secretly his brother. Well!  He must have failed miserably with Megan. She have sacked people with the escuse: It was about miscommunication!” Between who? Want to play the blame game here? Who’s fault is it? And who’ll be pointing the magic finger hiding behind the position he or she is in? Most people would bow down and walk out. Especially spineless people. So, there is no one special to blame here! But one has the power, and one is at the mercy of this power. Many people have been sacked feeling defenceless, finding themselves almost broke and out on the street. It’s because they let themselves be intimidated. And guilty! Or they just leave in anger, not giving a damn. Until they find some bastard the story, and this bastard knows how to write and carries the eternal chip on his shoulders.

Kari and Deniz both got sacked in the same day1 Both just two days after the Supremo got back from holidays. One week later, her psychosis came my way. And boy! That sort of inspired me to give the Company even more shit! They were using him as their running whore for their own agenda.

And now, after I edited my previous articles just a tad, I haven’t heard anything about any law suit in the 100 000 euro class. In fact, that would be the price they would have to pay for me not to smack down the whole dirty business of the betting industry. All it takes is the last two brain cells that are not drug induced or drowned in booze, and an ounce of journalistic curiosity.

Thomas Kalita has quit. Or did the Supremo sack him?

I guess no one will know. It’s sad really. He was the only one among the managers that actually seemed to be human.

Then again, I could understand him. Having to share the throne with Herman Goering in drag would not be easy.

I just hope they gave him a generous severance check, like he once gave me. And by God! I have had a lot of fun with the money! Booze, drugs, women, lap dancers and fine dining at the local kebab shop!

And Simon, the great communicator seems to have one student loosing the marbles! Simon says! Simon says a lot of BS! And his apprentice, incidentally his disciple does not really know what the hell he’s been talking about all along!

And yes!  The Queen was right in the first place! When she called me in February and told me I was over qualified! The thing is, that I needed the job, and needed to get the hell out of my country before I would rot away on roots!

I will share with something else! She’s never met anyone like me before! Neither have her young punk lawyer! I am not the kind of person whom anyone can bully around with and get away with it!

I kid you not!

Strider, June 2009

Integrity, crimes and journalistic ethics

 

 

It seems that some people have a little warped view on these things.  Unfortunately most of these people are law makers and employers.

And they are the worst perpetrators in all three accounts as my title says. They even employ shit for brain people to write them off! I call them media whores and cowards who don’t dare to rock the boat!

Oh dear! I don’t think they realize who they are screwing with this time! Me!

The only one I regret to ever have lied to is my wife to be, and she threw my things out in Belfast as I tried to do the right thing! She is actually the one who reminded me of what I was all about again! A raving writer who’s journalism is attached with a ton of passion!

Betsson do not hold any of the virtues that I can appreciate. They have no integrity, using scare tactics and the words of a school yard bully to keep people in line!

Betsson is in fact a laundry machine for dirty money!

And they employ a manager who’s having bad trips from some sort of a South African mushroom that makes you think that you have some superiority to play power trips on others. Where can you find mushrooms like that?

Here’s the deal! For 4 weeks, my blog went on the free and on the loose with all the employees at Betsson. They got good laughs, and they got served an ounce of truth. The Boss was on a holiday back at the farm, probably whipping blacks like her forefathers did.

She comes back, and manages to fire two people after just one day! I’ll give her that! She didn’t sack them on Workers day! She did it the next day instead!

Let me do a little song of praise for that; Hallelujah!

Now, it seems that she have read some of my stuff. And taken things out of context, and actually went ahead with a legal threat. Yeah! Right!

I’ve been in clinch with both ex IRA members who want me to write their story! Stories that might get them killed! And it would make me rich and infamous! It would be a book that some people would fear! I’m still working on that one by the way. Don’t worry! I’ve been shot at, stabbed, beaten half to death, threatened by extremists,

As if some puny betting company manager and her sidekick, Huckleberry dumbbell of a lawyer is enough to scare me to shut down my blog!

Yeah! Right! It’s a first time for everything, isn’t it? It’s a first time I have received a legal threat, which is the same as a violent threat, in lieu!

These are times I wish for, my dead publisher to come back from the grave! Read a previous entry on dead publishers and editors.

I digress. One week after the Boss comes back, I get a wee love letter from a lawyer’s office.  My landlord picks it up for me. How kind of him!

They have obviously taken contact with my letting agent and gotten my address. They would never find me otherwise! I will have to make a note and a warning to my landlord: Don’t ever give my address to anyone! I might have to move out of this place just because of this!

I don’t feel safe here anymore after this letter. I’m sure that the landlord will understand. Besides, I might have some good drugs hidden somewhere for the next tenant to find. Use a drug dog!

The reason: They tried to fuck me since day one! Manager calling me in for a “personal” conversation… BS from A to Z…. Her drivel came from new depths of delusion.

Allegations of breach of contract… Reeking if booze, and now the latest, criminal acts…

It’s almost too funny to be true. Someone is living in a fantasy land here, and it’s not me! If someone feels personally offended by this, good!

It was meant to be! You see, that’s the wonderful thing about freedom of speech! No one is sacred! Especially not business managers who act like they are George W. Bush! Terminal dictators Someone who think they can take a piss on The Press! And threaten writers to silence just because they don’t like what they read!

 

The Bohemian Writer, May 2009

A good ghost story anyone, or just plain paranoia?

We’re in the 21st century. Still there are more between heaven and earth that we can explain. I’m trying to find some sort of rationale with this.
Apparently, some dickhead is playing games with me!
Got a little ghost story for you kids!
Last night, when I got the wee love letter from some self proclaimed doctor of a lawyer; I got into writing mode! Nobody fucks with me and get away with it!
Well, somebody is eventually fucking with me and have a lot of fun about it!
I’m off the phone from my best friend and fellow wizard to take a pile of dump.
It’s a good pile I lay down. It takes me a good half hour with my cleansing.
An hour later, something is missing. My bloody keys are gone! I look everywhere! They are not in my belt, they were not flushed down the toilet. I did not leave them outside my door; I did not throw them out the window! Neither did I misplace them under some rug.
I tried not to think about it too much. I could always give my landlord a ring if I was in crisis in the morning. If I should ever wake up! I wrote a few more lines, and fell asleep on the last lines…
It was dawning when I woke up and needed a piss. It was 2 in the afternoon when woke up. I looked for my medicine so I could relax a bit again, or maybe even get up and do something sensible. Like continue my rants. Also this was gone! Then I remembered, I looked for it the same place last night.
I thought I was going insane! I can always deal with rational things. I’m just getting pissed off and a bit paranoid when both my keys and my medicine disappear on the same night!
At 3,I give my landlord a message. “Something strange is happening here! My keys are bloody lost!”
I soon fall asleep again. The landlord is knocking on the door. I’m not sure if I can be bothered. I’m still full of sleep when he actually got my message. I call! He comes! The times he have been here, it seems like he’s a bit nervous.
This time he’s got something I need! New keys! And this time, I couldn’t get get myself into talking mood anyway! At least I could get myself out of this place for a few hours at the time to continue my damage to power mongers who think they own this island-
An hour later, I run of smoke and wine. I get up. I put my pants on. The keys are there! They are hanging on the exact same spot as I left them! On my belt buckle! The first place I started getting my anxieties when I couldn’t find them!
Nobody comes into my room without me noticing it! I’m ex military! This was something different though! I look in my chest pocket on the shirt I didn’t take off, my drugs is there too!
Not any call center manager or a corporation or the Mafia, or the Scientologists could have thought of this one. Their scheming wee bastards have not this warped sense of humor!
Someone, or something gave me a bit of a scare! This is fear and Loathing in Malta after all. Either it’s my old employer saying “hello”, or I have a freeloading tenant which I cannot see, and this creature plays tricks on me.
How would you react?
Not even my most Salvia Divonorum or LSD or mushroom clouds experiences could do this to me! Something is going down here!
I even found my drugs in my own shirt that I’ve worn since Wednesday! Earlier this morning it was clean empty! How can this happen?
Can anyone with a plausible explanation?
Both my keys and my drugs suddenly reappear when I’m not thinking about them! And yet they both turn up the first places that I look! And I do not think that company goons have been to my apartment to plant “evidence” or to steal my keys and then frame me.
This is an experience of the scary sequence. My paranoia extends to what damage I have done, or might do to people who rub me the wrong way, or lose track or definition of the word “integrity”, “criminal action” or journalistic ethics. These people do not scare me.
What truly bother me, is that some shit head spirit that I do not know of can play tricks with me in this fashion!
Am I living in a haunted house?
Why are forces here to fuck me up and destroy me? I came here to find some peace, and quiet! To Have a decent job, and to finish my Belfast book! Instead, I get all this bloody hassle from people and even dead people?
What do you put your stock in?’
Remember my burden of evidence! Could this have being orchestrated by a company that might feel threatened by my writings? Or can this only be a supernatural thing from somewhere beyond the grave?
I will have a very restless weekend because of this.
The Bohemian Writer, May, 2009
“Us human beings live in a three dimensional world. Maybe if we could perceive the fourth dimension, we would be able to travel through time and space, to dimensions other and diverse, freeze time and travel to distant galaxies. “
Stephane the Elf on LSD

A schizoid island in Mediterranean

It had to happen! Wouldn’t it?
I just read my horoscope.
LEO:
NEVER underestimate your strength! You are born to survive! You can cope with any challenge that life puts before you. When faced with adversity, you face it right back! You wear it down until trouble begins to regret that it ever bothered you and goes off to find a more acquiescent target. But you and I know that though you may be tough, you are also tender: Lately, in exploring your more sensitive side, you have begun to forget just how blessed you are. It is time to remember!
So!
Who’s next to piss me off here?
A bloody writer from the North coming down to an island that would give most writers of old and dead a hard on even from their graves! And a drunken writer living in Malta needs to be reminded of what he’s all about again! And Malta is as schizophrenic to believe that Eurovision song contest will make anyone a rock’n roll star! I’d much rather jerk off with the tunes of KISS and Great ‘Expectations”…
Malta is a unique place in every perspective; historically, ethnically and geopolitical. I haven’t even started to talk about the people yet! Well, that’s whom I have been writing about Its history speaks for itself.
Some of the people here though, is as money grubbing as if they were from the Pope himself! I keep telling these wee mental pigmies that since I once was the best writer in Ireland, they seem to be a bit shut off, when I tell them that! Malta is not very well known for any great writer!
Instead, I get poor excuses for threats to keep me in line!
I get poorly hidden threats from punks from the Company!
Gaming industry as well as from some eunuch who claims to be a parliamentarian! And he’s out checking up young girls who’s hardly getting their nibbles hard, yet while his wife is waiting for him at home!
Suits! They think they have any form of authority over me, or my faithful readers!
And Betsson with the Boss over there, together with “Dr” Ian Vella Galea have got nothing but a wish to create a big name for himself by trying to screw with me for writing something new, exclusive, and true!
He’s last stand was a humble request for a meeting with me! I have not bothered to answer the mental pigmy that does not even know basic law! It’s obvious that he practically inherited the title Lawyer. Sort like the same as the parliamentarian who threatened me to get the hell out of here! Hell! Just because of this, I might even stay e a bit longer!
It sort of reminds me of what I was all about in Belfast in February 2007, when I said in my speech that through my writings I would scare the living shit out of anyone with bullshit and double talk! These wee soft bullshitters who think they have any power at all, think they can get away with poorly hidden intimidations!
These poor suckers have not yet until now found out about the power of the Written Venomous Word!
Hell! St. Paul is a wee amateur in comparison to what veneric crabs I can send over this island!
They don’t even have proper writers here! Journalism here stinks worse than my last night’s diahorrea!
Here, they love to kiss asses, and play guilt game of suspected people with full names in the paper! And still they have the nerve to try to give me a hard time!
Just because I ousted the Big Boss of Betsson who’s having a history of sacking people she really don’t like!
And now I hear that she’s gotten police protection outside her home! Obviously I hear it have something to do with me! I start to wonder; What kind of drug did she take when she was back on the Farm in South Africa to get these notions?
I am a mere tender writer and gonzo journalist! And I’d love taking another vacation on their money if they do not want to leave me alone to do my business as an author!
The Company have left me alone for a few weeks now!
I think that they have found out that I am not a one to be toyed with!
They would much rather have some sort of an idiot back from my own country to do their bidding! But I have the strange loyalty from my countrymen! Despite the fact that I despise most of them anyway!
The only people I truly love is the people that once gave me their love; The Irish!
And I’m almost finished with a book called “The Curse of the Irish Woman”!
This time, it was a lesbian Boss from SA that screwed me! Though I do not take the BS from a coward ever again!
Using young kids and freshman lawyers to try to get me to shut up!
My God! Once I have smoked a half a ton of weed, hence there is no way in hell that anyone could be able to shut me up!
You can never shut up a bastard who’s seen war and death and killings with his own eyes!
You can never stop a train running your way in a 100 miles an hour and there’s no breaks!
Dr. Ian Vela Galea together with a certain bullshitter from SA did not like my shit, and they have not tried to screw with me for two weeks now, since I sent off my last warning to the wee pee wee of a lawyer! He needs to get some more experience on his belt before he can ever have a chance against me!
I think he’s just born with his title, and one of the richest families here! As what my friend in Norway warned me on; thread carefully! According to him, there’s plenty of Norwegian star lawyers her on this insane island! Fine! Show them to me!
I have studied some laws myself!
And several companies have plenty of things they do not want to get out!
In fact; they are trying to intimidate me to give out more!
I’m asking you dear reader; Do you think that I would have written more about them if they would have left me alone from the start?
Chance is bigger for that!
Instead they put some small pee wee shark to get on me; A bastard writer who’d fuck with anyone looking at me funny these days.
Oh dear! How is this going to happen?
I promise one thing:
It will cost them dearly to stop me from giving out information that is clearly inside of journalistic integrity, yet enough to destroy them completely!
I have done this before! And I will do it again!
Bohemian Writer