The Catholic Church

La iglesia católica,


Following my confession with Father Garey and mystical experience in the house of the Virgin "Meryem Ana Evi," I became a faithful daily communion, while the pastor of the Church of Pilar never enjoy my sympathy, because fascia voice, making it more serious during his homilies and more suspicious indicator of their sexual identity. Attended to attend mass daily and pray the rosary, there began to detect anomalies such as that at the moment I appeared focused on, an Irish prayer with a child he sat beside me, getting my change of seat automatically, as Agustina Braun Blaquier try to impose their nephews and my sister Agustina Blaquier of Matarazzo tell me “you could enjoy the usufruct, but that capital was even for my grandchildren (those Agustina Braun nephews) that I am marked by a rejection of children in general, they are already beings manipulated by their parents or grandparents and taking advantage of his innocence it can be used to win the heart of some unfortunate lack of affection as me.

He also appeared another pious parishioner who was praying the rosary, with skinny high walking with the same step of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and ended insinuating homosexuality, this disgusting and misleading term to be trying to integrate me into a church in Avellaneda away from the Pilar church, where the whole society Buenos Aires, can saw me in religion fulfill daily, it seems that to run out Blaquier moralistic arguments !They Moralists! and it was better to hide in a suburban parish. This filth was called Battiti

And obviously was under the orders of the corrupt priest. This evil priest and worshiper of the golden calf, in combination with my biological mother and my father then organized another evil. He had to hide the bastard. And especially if it came to Mass, while he was in homosexual orgies or drugs, it was acceptable for society to see. After all this was to rob him, his rights and his own pocket, and the one who could ever have.

The action of the Church was not lonely, my biological mother in collusion with my father get that Carlton Hobbs, London antiques dealer set me up and this made it neatly and carefully. As I was sending pictures of all the auctions,

The order me two paintings on glass (very fragile), the most hideous and badly painted that I saw in my life. During the auction when Sarachaga warned that trying to buy these, quickly believed an “ Michel Ange” authorship, and start to insist a client, perhaps Caraballo, to bid ,the lot was purchase, 6000us dollars exceeded supply that Hobbs had made me, and as this was more than enough for those two clunkers. When I gave him the news of the purchase failed to Sharon, Secretary of Hobbs, it said "Bad ,very bad, That is very bad."

Then a table appeared Bullrich Jansen toillet completely lined in mirrors (very fragile too) was bought by phone, carrier DHL they recommended a certain Villanueva that destroyed the table to hammer. After smashed my mirrors table at the carrier store or the customs office. My relationship with Hobbs became much more complicated, of course blames me, That table had only a decorative value, the objective was to destroy my relationship with Hobbs, with to lead to despair and to request assistance to gangster, Massot, Blaquier & CIA. And thus make me fall into their hands.

As is easy to deduce all this was done with the consent of my Father, that somehow continues to protect the filth of my biological mother and his filthy family.

The desperation came, had three months of hotel without payd and then went to talk to the pastor of the church Pilar had distracted me neatly for four months to see a lawyer sending me this was his acolyte. A nasty Salta, snobbish, pretentious, and Peronist Opus Dei and especially liar, relative for the nephew of the narco husband of agustina Braun Blaquier. This was the one who asked me 4000us dollars to start the trial by the DNA. When I explain the situation in which he was recommended to me committed to an asylum, at first I got into one belonging to the church of Socorro,

What is a hostel for beggars and tramps, all this humiliation after pictures get me like a criminal in the yard of another asylum. In this place my next bed companion make obscene displays during the night, I was physically assaulted, the lawyer for Caritas (Charity organization of the Catholic Church) a snob and gay at the edges, it also made me waste time with lies and delays , ended up being a friend of the Massot (those who stole my home.) In this place I was infected with sputum pneumonia deposited on my pillow, I report all that, to the psychologist is a charlatan like all the psychologists, that when you communicate to the homosexual overtones, the next day was worse

. It was in these circumstances that I committed to an asylum under the Government of the City of Buenos Aires, the Nursing Home San Martín, in that place, I live for almost a year I suffered psychological aggression and physical, from the authorities. The first day I arrived, the psychologist came to tell me that “The Blaquier are aristocrats”. Those I answered that “they are farmers and nothing else” Not only sent the message of his high social status (rich kid of village) but they sent me to a room with a guy who sexually assaulted me and I had to smash his face to blows. Then I decided  began to attend the cooking classes of Hebe de Bonafini(the president of Madres de Plaza de Mayo), hoping to approach human rights, those in Argentina, are handled by the Jews and if there is no interest political, not operating in reality are a sham. The first day the recipe was called "militant osobuco" the kitchen was actually an excuse to talk politics, I liked Hebe, I reached take more sympathy, I admired the courage of this woman, who defied all got powers to condemn the murderers of their children !That is a Mother!

I also liked its clarity to denounce the sentimentality and bad taste of the celebrity of Buenos Aires and the whole of society lies in Argentina. It reaches more, considered her the antithesis of the vulgar. And that is much in this country. Because Argentina is “cursi” in every sense of the word. And I am a victim of that concept. My biological mother is and was a “cursi”, like his family, his mother (my biological grandmother) I prefer not to imagine, must have been the "Nec plus ultra" of guarango (coarse). Here I must explain the word “cursi” definition on the dictionary “

adj. And com. Which aims to be elegant or refined without being one, making the ridiculous:
drink with the little finger on top is the most corny-cursi.
What is one who wants to do his best.
The authorities of The National Decorative Art Museum are very, very but very "cursi" it is unforgetable the tasteless how is placed and displayed the furniture. The vicepresident of The Friends Society was the Queen Mother copy get dressed.