I would like to give greetings to all capitalist pigs that would occasion to view this webpage. I Mister Kunty Tankatrucks have been made interested in writing for this page. This all started the Saturday before last. I was in an incredible state of stupor sitting outside my favorite bar here in U.S. - which if you wonder — is a shithole compared to every bar in Romania. As I was sitting there trying to tell my legs to stop being such communist traitors –when two punks started kicking at me and taking from my pockets my cigarettes, money and official state provided non driver identification card. As I cursed their mothers in my native tongue the younger stopped pissing on my legs and replied in my language - calling me a crab infested son of a Gypsy prostitute. This gave us all good laugh as all Gypsy mothers are prostitute. Before you could say vodka we were in bar laughing over old country and drinking like papa and I once did. The boys took me home and I believed would be last I see of them. Next day they pounded door and give me on-lap computer I am using now to say these things. They tell me to say what is on mind or else they call immigration and send me back - all after sending me to hospital. I hope you enjoy the thinkings of wise old man.