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The origin of Campo de Mayo was due to a totally empty space in the politic life of my repulsively blinded nation. It came the time to me when the brazen lies of the left-wing and of the periodistic red activism, added to the total lack of judgement and inquisitiviness of my brainless countrymen, became awfully nauseating indeed. So it was impossible to a proud spirit like mine sparing to take the cause of Truth upon my shoulders and roaring against the whole nation around. The story is very simple: in times of the so-called "cold war", there sprung in Argentine, aided by the worldwide, and specially Cuban, communism, a bunch of guerrilla bands that attacked the foul democracy killing and kidnapping civilians, police officers, politicians, and military men, violating human rights, robbing weapons, bombing, and following all the practices of foquism in order to take the government. The long awaited result was a coup d'état, in March 1976, that gave rise to a dictatorship and a cruel war against terrorism, a war that, with its "dirty" methods, was shortly over, with an aftermacht of 9.000 left-wing terrorists dead and an overwhelming triumph for the Argentinian Army. The left-wing rabble never could swallow up this foul defeat, nor the amount of terrorists whose dead bodies were never to be found, so, with the return of the nauseating democracy of plebs in 1983, they started, owners of all the mass media and sytem-education, to sistematically hoax and mutilate history, playing the role of victims before the always pitiful eyes of the brainless christian scum, and it took no long before the whole stupid nation was believing that the number of victims was of 30.000 innocent teenagers, and that the leaders of the proud dictatorship were awfully bloodthirsty monsters, "State terrorists", fighting against heroic youngs who just dreamed of a better democratic world full of liberty and love; so that, with the lies of the left-wing mass media, and the tears of the marxist families of the communist terrorists now disguised under the masks of guardians of the same human rights they didn't hesitate to violate some years ago, the nation claimed for revenge and, thus, the defenders of Argentine were unjustly judged and jailed, while the terrorists who started the war against their own nation, and so shamefully lost it, became all popular heroes of the weak and the resentful, swiming in wealth, and at last entire museums were built for them. Nowadays, twentyfive years after all these facts, the same left-wing terrorists which then lost the war, but were soon declared poor helpless saints unjustly treated, are in the government of Argentine, and they are taking, in their forever unsatisfied rancour of typical left-wing resentful loosers, an absurd revenge against all the great victors by removing the whole cupola of the Army, the Court, and the principal charges of the State in order to place there all their guerrilla friends and persecuted survivors so to punish their enemies and give way to a gramscian revolution; and all this occurs not only with the approval of the blinded nation (of the at least one-eyed people who only condemns the crimes of one side in the same way in which the socialist and liberal modern world always condemns the crimes of fascism but never those of communism), but even without it being capable of noticing it, so pathetically brainless it is, the nation against which i roar now. Campo de Mayo became thus, in these times, a duty for my nation: the duty of saying the truth to the youngs that are growing up totally brainwashed, believing in the left-wing lies and its insulting absurds against common sense, the duty of opening eyes in times of a left-wing rancour so childly displayed, the duty of finally having a voice roaring against the sub-human rights that are just a weapon more wielded by the marxism, against the absurd ideas of plebeian downward equality, against this false red democracy, against the gramscian modernity, against the lies of those who are writing the history. Of course, my words and my art are thus a crime, besides of being the voice of conscience of a nation that undoubtedly shall thus become my declared enemy whether trying to killing or jailing me, but it was this same perilous fact, that perhaps would have restrained others from doing it, that with pushed me to go on with this, knowing that i am the only one capable of carrying it out till the end. I stand alone against a whole nation, and my proud eyes glare in a supercilious and defiant scornful sneer before the flames destined to all the true heretics of this world.
