An interplanetary letter

Planetoid Rorcual X, day 5 of cold of 197...

Dear Elvira:

You know we’ve got a shit time triyng to convinse (sic) all our foes and bad-wishers, about our well-deserving, amiable and always cordial leader.
They notwithstanding didn’t hear, or as commonly is said, they played the deaf ear: Republicans, Communists, evil-doers all of them and their puta madre.
You know the facts that obliged us to exile ourselves suddenly in this distant galaxy, after the sudden decease of our beloved leader and regent, and albeit these obscurantists and their Moscovite friends have done the everything to humiliate La Patrie, they could not, and The Kingdom, and the bones of our illustrious leader are safe.
 

Because all we wanted was to install a New Kingdom, Catholic and militarized, and the automatic censure to any media, either mechanographic or radiotelecommunicational? That was our crime?
 

Them: the haters of Spain, they are inside, the defamers, Masons and Protestants and their Jew friends from Tel Aviv, they didn’t allow us to install this system, safe and sure way to put Spain as head of the nations; they won, for the moment, we had to escape (thanks to the officious help of some German friends, whom still keep safe and secure many spaceships, time machines and other artifacts that the well-loved Adolf H***** built in his heyday), thank God we obtained one of these subatomic rockets, and escaped.
 

But we’ll be back, and we’ll wipe-off each residual Socialist scoria, to install our Kingdom of 25.000 years, and after it, the Armageddon, battle that any Christian shall fight.
We’ll be back ¡aupa España!
Yours:

Matildo.