MERRY Krampus

Grayson had started the evening fast asleep. The evening in question, being Christmas Eve, this was not unusual or unexpected. In fact, being Christmas Eve it was equally usual and expected that at 1 minute past midnight Grayson awoke in eager anticipation.
As many of his friends were doing at that same moment, Grayson was wondering if Father Christmas (Santa Claus or Saint Nicholas if you prefer) had yet visited. He further wondered what gifts might appear for him under the Christmas tree or in the stocking above the fireplace. He had absolute confidence that Father Christmas would not only visit, but also leave an abundance of gifts that he could enjoy for the coming days.
Little Grayson lay in his bed being as quiet as he possibly could until finally he heard the soft creaking of the floorboards outside his room. In his excitement he completely forgot the advice his parents had given him many times throughout the year –
“Grayson be good or else you will have no gifts for Christmas.”
“Grayson put that down now! If you keep on like this there will be no Christmas gifts for you.”
“Grayson leave the dog alone or Christmas will be cancelled – no gifts for you!”
“Grayson if you talk back one more time…”
As he sat up in his bed to eagerly watch the door and catch Father Christmas in the act of delivering his presents, he forgot what his older brother, Xanthus, had told him only a few hours earlier.
“You are so mean Grayson” he had spluttered through tears as he held the arm Grayson had just bit. “It would serve you right to get no gifts at all.”
What Little Grayson had not considered is thait Xanthus was correct, and Grayson really did not deserve the gifts he presumed to be just beyond his bedroom door. He had not considered at all that his bad behavior might result in punishment rather than reward. He only considered this as the door opened.
In the sliver of moonlight that came through his bedroom window, he could see in the doorway a beast of magnificent proportions. With long horns and cloven hoofs, it was monstrously beautiful and fiercely savage.
Although Little Grayson wished to scream, he found his throat was dry and his voice had been stolen by his fear. Little more than a gasp came out as the creature took a few short strides from the door to his bed and pulled a sack from over its shoulder. Grayson’s eyes widened with fear as the sack came down over him, and he could not help but be intrigued and disturbed that the beast’s face resembled that of a person. But at the same time had the viciousness of a monster.
The creature turned and strode from the room, back down the stairs and out of the house with the silent petrified Grayson slung over its shoulder. Xanthus stood watching them leave, no fear apparent for he had no reason to be scared of the same fate.
As they left the house Xanthus whispered after them “Merry Christmas Grayson!”.
In Central European folklore, Krampus is a horned, anthropomorphic figure described as “half-goat, half-demon”, who, during the Christmas season, punishes children who have misbehaved, in contrast with Saint Nicholas, who rewards the well-behaved with gifts.
Krampus himself historically comes around the night of December 25th, tagging along with St. Nicholas. He visits houses all night with his saintly pal. While St. Nick is on hand to put candy in the shoes of good kids and birch twigs in the shoes of the bad, Krampus’ particular specialty is punishing naughty children. Legend has it that throughout the Christmas season, misbehaved kids are beaten with birch branches or can disappear, stuffed into Krampus’ sack and hauled off to his lair to be tortured or eaten.
Krampus’ roots have nothing to do with Christmas. Instead, they date back to pre-Germanic paganism in the region. His name originates with the German krampen, which means “claw,” and tradition has it that he is the son of the Norse god of the underworld, Hel. During the 12th century, the Catholic Church attempted to banish Krampus celebrations because of his resemblance to the devil. More eradication attempts followed in 1934 at the hands of Austria’s conservative Christian Social Party. But none of it held, and Krampus emerged as a much-feared and beloved holiday force.
So, you better watch out. You better not pout. Or krampus will take you to a place where no one can hear you shout. Best of luck and wishes during this holiday season.

Written and edited by Victor Fonseca

Ig: everyone_hates_victorfonseca

Radio lollipop

Pictures for a moment, where the smallest gesture of caring could change a bleak situation into a solitary moment of happiness. Where a genuine smile aimed in the right direction, can be returned in the most intensely gratifying way. The most elating sensation one can feel is that of a child’s smile, influenced by an individual whose goal was to bring it forth. How good does it feel to know that that smile may just have been the one to turn everything around? Radio Lolipop are those smiles incased in the warmth of another’s spirit; waiting to be spilled forth and infect the small bodied recipients.

Early this year, one of the BV305 brothers came forward with an idea that became; what may possibly be the most surreal experience they had experienced to date. The idea was simple, and one that was so obvious to them; be there for the kids. But to what extent? Radio Lolipop is an in-house radio station, fully equipped with a studio, mics, a great music selection, and a plethora of enthusiastic folks with the simple purpose of bringing joy to children whose current situation were unfortunate. That is the point where BV305 fit perfectly, and they were able to bring out their goofy fun personalities, for the benefit of the sweet little ones before them.

Their task was a simple one, walk in to a room, smile and introduce themselves to the children and parents, then start the fun. Each group brought with them a small cart with an assortment of supplies for a fun, arts and crafts design challenge for the kids to enjoy for the slightest bit of time, while they jammed to whatever Radio Lolipop played on the air. Better yet, the kids were able to dial in and make their own music requests, making their interaction all the better for them, and those participating. Once the assignment was explained, the volunteers took off to other rooms where more children awaited, leaving them with promises to return to check out their masterpieces. At the end, winners were chosen and announced on air. This was the moment of pride for them, as all knew who they were, and better yet, the elation of knowing their prize was on the way.

The smallest gesture, the slightest token, or a minimal show of caring can bring forth a gratitude like no other. To these children, whose circumstances brought them to a place they don’t quite understand, brings them a very long way. The Bearded Villains were pleased to be a part of something so much greater than themselves. As they mentioned many times in the past, the future lies with these small people, and being the generation responsible for what is left to them, they have made it a point to show kindness whenever possible, so when they do get better, and grow as everyone does, they become the best versions of themselves they can be, and later do onto others, as was done to them. The simple purpose shared by Radio Lolipop and BV305, is kindness.

Written by Javi Vasallo

Instagram : _Pride55

NO shave November

November. Around this time we wind down from ghouls, goblins, and scantily clad costumes to start focusing on the upcoming holidays.Christmas and Thanksgiving are on the horizon. These holidays are both times of giving, receiving, and being thankful. Thanksgiving though, is a time of being thankful for friends, family, and health. Not everyone can relish and be thankful for some of the things we take for granted, like being healthy as cancer can take its toll on ay of us. All hope is not lost and with positivity and support we can do our part to say #F**KCANCER.

Enter No-shave November. This year marks 10 years that the non profit organization has been at this. This call to hairiness was to raise prostate cancer awareness for men, much like the pink bow of breast cancer for women. It now applies to any and all cancer awareness, treatment, and research. We Bearded Villains embrace this philosophy daily and continue to let this mantra spread into other charitable acts that we sponsor and do. Now don’t think you NEED to be a Bearded Villain to take action. Everyone can get in on the concept.

No-shave November involves participants to forgo shaving and grooming, whether it be facial hair, leg hair – head or otherwise, to evoke conversation which in turn is an opportunity to raise awareness and possibly inspire others to participate, contribute, or donate as well. (Phew! One breath!) The reason for the hair growth as a symbol is to embrace hair itself as most cancer patients lose it through chemotherapy. During the month, any money you’d spend on grooming and shaving you’d donate to institutions to research and cure cancer. It also helps raise people’s knowledge base on prevention as well.

Put that razor DOWN! It’s pretty easy to get on board, simply stop shaving, hitting up the barber for that fade, or getting that bikini wax job. For November, use that money to donate to fighting cancer. Strict hygiene rules at work? No problem! Grooming and trimming maintenance is fine. Can’t grow a beard?!? Support someone who can! Match their money to donate. In short, you can do your part and help make a difference in some people’s lives. It doesn’t just have to be November to give either. Any month can and does work, besides there’s never a bad time to be thankful and give back.

Breast cancer awareness

October is nationally recognized for one main reason, Halloween. The colors of October are typically represented by black and orange, but since 1993, a third color has been added to the mind’s eye, pink. In 1993 Evelyn Lauder, Senior Corporate Vice President of the Estée Lauder Companies, founded The Breast Cancer Research Foundation and established the pink ribbon as its symbol. Overall, breast cancer death rates dropped 39 percent between 1989 and 2015, averting 322,600 breast cancer deaths during those 26 years; all thanks to aggressive research, cure campaigning and support. However, a reduction in deaths does not mean that the battle is over. In 2017, an estimated 252,710 new cases of invasive breast cancer were diagnosed among women and 2,470 cases diagnosed in men.

Breast cancer hits home with many accords the world, because of whom it affects. Our mothers, sisters, wives, and daughters. As men, it is our natural instinct to want to protect them from harm, and in the case of the fight against breast cancer, it requires a Herculean effort from not only our brotherhood, but our friends, family, and supporters alike. A month of awareness in perspective to the end goal seems extremely small, but it has shown to be incredibly impactful.

The Bearded Villains Brotherhood has been heavily involved in breast cancer awareness since its establishment in 2014; especially as the brotherhood grew in its chapters around the world. They’ve used different methods to raise money and further awareness to continue the fight against breast cancer. In selling patches, hats, and even participating in cancer walks and runs; they have achieved quite a bit. The Miami chapter, one of the leaders in charitable work within the brotherhood, would make sure its impact in the fight against breast cancer would be felt as well. In creating an exclusive tee shirt and taking all proceeds raised, it was possible to sponsor a very special family in Coney Island, as they participated in their very own breast cancer awareness walk.

So, next time October comes along, and you, your friends, and families prepare for Halloween with costumes, and tricks and treats; throw on some pink this year, and show the world that you’re not in costume, but rather in uniform, alongside the BV305, in the fight against breast cancer.

Written by: John Banks
IG: Bearded_superman

Halloween special

Scary costumes, scary movies, scary stories… Well, it must be Halloween season! For some, it’s just another holiday, while others live as year-round horror fiends who watches slasher flicks for breakfast. For them it’s nice that during this short portion of the year, society at large accepts their interests as culturally appropriate. And while ghostly fictional tales are fun, it’s always more exciting when a terrifying ghost story is allegedly true and real. Because, who really believes in ghosts….


“It was February 17th, 2013 when my uncle was admitted to Saint James hospital in Newark New Jersey. He had very advanced stage lung cancer, and was constantly in and out of the hospital. So, this was nothing new. Hell, half the time… I didnt even visit

Mom said this time was different. That his condition was getting worse, and that she didn’t think he had much time left. Mom was notorious for being dramatic, but this time I felt something was actually wrong. I made plans to see him the next day.

Visiting hours for the ICU were limited. I thought I planned it all out right, I thought I had left enough time. I didn’t. I didn’t make the visitation hours, and was turned away when I got there.

I remember how bad I felt. How guilty. And, of course, I knew I was going to hear it from mom. That night, around 1:30 am, I was woken up from what felt like a deep sleep. At the foot of my bed, was my uncle. But it wasn’t the uncle that I became familiar with over the last few years. That uncle was bald, and sick, and skinny, and honestly…. A little bit scary. This uncle, well… This version of my uncle was younger. Full head of hair, and energetic, full of all the life I’ve seen drained from him as of late.

‘You were the last one. Goodbye’

Just like that he was gone. It’s weird, because I don’t remember being afraid. I remember feeling, almost comforted. I laid my head back down, and fell asleep. Next morning, I go up to my mother, and tell her that I had the weirdest dream around 1:30 that Uncle Richard was in my room. I told her what he said before he disappeared and right after, my mother went white. She started to cry, barely able to keep it together. Eventually she regained composure, picked up her head and said,

‘Uncle Richard died last night, around 1:15am. You were the only one that didn’t get to see him.'”


“I was closing up the bar I was working at (in Savannah Georgia) one night after a long shift. As I was carrying a rack of glasses into the kitchen, I slipped on the wet floor I had just mopped, fell to the floor, and let out an instinctual “Aaah!”

Immediately afterwards, as I’m sitting on the wet floor, I hear a low pitched moan saying ‘help’. It was so audible that I actually thought it was a real person. This was startling considering I was the only person left in the bar. I stood up, completely frozen, and yelled, “hello?!”

Again, immediately, I hear the same low-pitched moan ‘help’, except this time it was louder and seeming to be moving closer. Now I’m starting to freak out a little bit, but for whatever reason, I decide to walk closer to where I heard the sound coming from. I yell very loudly, “HELLO??!” (I know this is the part, where if this were a movie… I’d die)

For the third time, I now hear a VERY loud, low-pitched moan, ‘HELP’. That was it for me. I ran back into the kitchen, grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I could find (because that seemed logical at the time…) grabbed my purse, ran out the door, and never looked back.

It was funny trying to explain to the chef the next day why he was missing a knife during his morning prep. Want to know the creepiest part THOUGH? I come to find out that there was some sort of accident that had occurred in the restaurant years before, with the son of the owner. A couple kegs of beer fell over on him. He was trapped. Yelling help. Until he passed from internal bleeding.


My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about 12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started a garage band playing mostly “Spanish rock,” alternative music but in Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed, cause I worked the graveyard shift.

This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter, they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone was outside sitting in my brother’s truck waiting for him. My brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the basement. So he walks back in, and as he is about to retrieve his food container, out of the corner of his eye he sees it.

It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter, he basically just told it “hey f*$@ you, I don’t have time for this s&%t”.

He started to walk to the back of the basement and briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front door…luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his food container in one hand.

He climbed into the drivers side of the truck, putting on his seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front of the house, when one of his friends asked ‘Hey wait what about your brother, isn’t he coming with us?’ My brother answered, ‘What do you mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his car anywhere?’

The next question they asked ‘So then who was walking behind you when you were leaving the house?'”


Happy Halloween all you ghouls and goblins. Bv305 hopes you’re all safe this Halloween. But remember… DON’T follow the creepy noises, ALWAYS look behind you, and no matter what… DON’T TURN OFF, THE LIGHTS.

Written and edited by:

Victor Fonseca

Cancer Walk

Saturday May 19th, the brothers of the Bearded Villains Miami chapter took part in a local event called a “March For Cancer” in Fort Lauderdale. To find a family in these days that hasn’t been affected by cancer seems nearly impossible, so the movement to be a part of the fight against cancer is a movement taken very seriously by the 305 chapter. The March For Cancer event has been going on for years in the Fort Lauderdale area and has been making an impact in the community since day one.

On this particular Saturday, the elements were doing their best to stop the large groups of different people looking to make an impact in the battle against cancer, throwing wind and rain at all participants throughout the day. It is said that rain on an important day can be a sign of many things, death, birth, new beginnings etc. The Miami brothers took the rain in stride and decided to look at the drizzling skies, as an opportunity to express their dedication to defeating the forever looming monster that is this ailment.

As the walk began, it was obvious the importance this journey is to each brother, each step in unison, every chest filled with love and pride and bursting with stead fast determination to complete the task ahead. As the rain pushed harder in trying to prevent the participants from finishing their walk, the BV305 brothers pressed on, their laughter becoming louder as did the stories they shared of the friends and family they were walking for; some battling cancer at this time, and some long passed, but all honored on this day.

This day will be remembered for a lot of reasons, one, the path to achieving a common goal will not always be easy, in fact, if it is worth it will often be met with challenges that can make the end goal feel impossible. However, the Bearded Villains brotherhood has often taken on these challenges that appeared impossible and surpassed them. Two, the necessity of honoring the ones who have, are, and will fight cancer is eminent. Three, there is no force great enough to stop a group determined to make a change. The Bearded Villains Miami chapter will continue to do their part in this fight against cancer and wants to take this moment to thank all who have helped support them along the way. To all those fighting we say, hold fast and know, we have your back.

Written by: John Banks

IG Bearded_superman

St. Patrick’s Day

Leprechauns, parades, the color green and a bunch of Irish car bombs do more than just describe a good time. It describes the holiday Saint Patrick’s day. A day (March 17th) used to celebrate the patron Saint Patrick. A holiday celebrated since the 17th century. But who is Saint Patrick, and why on this day do we celebrate his accomplishments.

Patrick was a 5th-century Romano-British Christian missionary and bishop in Ireland. What is known about Saint Patrick comes from the “Declaration” (which was allegedly written by Patrick himself). It is believed that he was born in the fourth century, into a wealthy family. His father was a deacon and his grandfather was a priest.

According to the. “Declaration”, at the age of sixteen, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Gaelic Ireland. It is said that he spent six years there working as a shepherd. It was during this time where he “found God”. The Declaration said that God told Patrick to flee to the coast, where a ship would be waiting to take him home. After making his way home, Patrick went on to become a priest. Patrick later returned to Ireland to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity. The Declaration says that he spent many years evangelizing in the northern half of Ireland and converted “thousands” to Christianity. Tradition holds that he died on 17 March and was buried at Downpatrick. Over the following centuries, many legends grew up around Patrick and he became Ireland’s foremost saint.

Saint Patrick’s feast day, as a kind of national day, was already being celebrated by the Irish in Europe during the ninth and tenth centuries. In later times, he (Saint Patrick) became more and more widely seen as the patron of Ireland. Saint Patrick’s feast day was finally placed on the universal liturgical calendar of the Catholic Church in the early 1600s. Saint Patrick’s Day thus became a holy day of obligation for Roman Catholics in Ireland. It is also a feast day in the Church of Ireland.

In 1903, St Patrick’s Day became an official public holiday in Ireland. This was thanks to the Bank Holiday Act 1903, an act of the United Kingdom Parliament introduced by Irish Member of Parliament James O’Mara. The first St Patrick’s Festival was held on 17 March 1996. In 1997, it became a three-day event, and by 2000 it was a four-day event. By 2006, the festival was five days long; more than 675,000 people attended the 2009 parade. Overall 2009’s five-day festival saw almost 1 million visitors, who took part in festivities that included concerts, outdoor theatre performances, and fireworks.

St Patrick’s Day, while not a legal holiday in the United States, is nonetheless widely recognized and observed throughout the country as a celebration of Irish and Irish-American culture. Celebrations include prominent displays of the color green, religious observances, numerous parades, and copious consumption of alcohol. The holiday has been celebrated in North America since the late 18th century.

All around the world on March 17th people are dressing up in green (or being pinched for not doing so) and celebrating the man that brought Christianity to an otherwise pagan nation. Long lines of people wearing green top hats walking in the street followed by parade floats and Irish style entertainment fill downtown areas around the country. So, from everyone here at bv305; let us all be safe and celebrate the Irish within us all.

Written by : Vic Fonseca

IG- @everyone.hates.victorfonseca

Edited: Javi Vasallo

IG- @pride55

Honor The Fallen

Death is ever present, it is undeniable and in the end it is inevitable. Recently, the Bearded Villains brotherhood experienced such loss in different chapters. Mike from the Louisiana chapter as well as Dominik from the polish chapter. Although their causes of death are different it’s the legacy they leave behind that will last forever.

When someone close to us dies, we typically experience every emotion we can feel, anger, sadness, emptiness, joy in past memories, deep questioning, and everything in between. We often harbor on the time we won’t get to share anymore, the memories we won’t get to make, all the moments we could’ve had but didn’t for whatever reason and now will never get the opportunity.

The thing about losing a loved one is, there is no wrong in the way you feel, so often we force ourselves into a disconnect with our emotions out of obligation. To appear strong, this is not strength, true strength is showing the emotion you feel at the times you feel it. The benefit of the Bearded Villains brotherhood is the massive support system all around the world to help you on your journey of mourning and coping.

When we lose someone close and we have begun our journey of connecting our feelings we get a tremendous opportunity. An opportunity to honor the fallen by exuding the love we have/had for them outwardly, to extend what we feel unto others. You see, the person is not lost, they are only gone physically and what we do in the now to prolong their legacy is how they live on.

Honor the fallen, speak about them often, allow your words and love to make them ever present. Death is permanent for our bodies but the soul is carried through our love and our words and is strengthened through both. Remember them, through our actions, allow them to become the best part of ourselves. The Bearded Villains Miami Chapter leaves you with this challenge, to share your love of the lost as often as their memories come to you, speak on what they meant to you, and share with all the part of them that still holds fast within you.

Written by: John Banks

IG @bearded_superman


To be good is to practice a preferred social conduct which is considered to be beneficial to society as a whole. Think about what that is for a moment. It is a very broad word, that may even be translated different to the individual. However, it is a word that’s understood by all, and one that is practiced regularly. To do good is something that comforts and warms the soul. You feel a sense of fulfillment at doing good; a sense of accomplishment when you do something beneficial for yourself; something that is good. To be good is easy, and something within us all. So why is there bad in the world? Why do people act in a way that is so contradictory to their nature as human?

February 14, 2018 was a sad day in South Florida, and for BV305. News was plastered on every social media platform, every local television, and radio station, spreading word of another sad event that took place. An event that subsequently ended the lives of 17 individuals, varying from ages 14 to 49; that included students and faculty at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, in Parkland. A 19-year-old boy, decided to walk into this school, and let bullets fly, with a single malicious purpose. But why?

Something that is shared in the Bearded Villains brotherhood, is their desire to do good, to teach other that there is hope, that regardless of what may be going on in your life, there is always a brighter day ahead. There is always an opportunity, for you to decide on good, and find a way to dissolve the darkness in ones life. The Miami chapter has worked relentlessly to raise awareness in its community, in charitable deeds, but most importantly, to show what these deeds do for a person emotionally.

It can be speculated, that most persons who are involved in such wrongdoings have a motive backed by some emotional turmoil; possibly due to the actions of another. When it is so simple to show compassion, and do good, why would one ever feel the need to push someone to such an extreme breaking point? BV305 is looking to continue to raise awareness, and push others to do better for their community, and the younger generation. The group has worked relentlessly to show the bigger picture, which is not to move laws into action, and give the country more restriction, but to teach others the benefit of a good deed. To save a life is not simply to remove someone physically from a harmful situation, but to show them compassion in a time where they feel that one does not exist. To save a soul by a kind act, is perhaps more impactful than further government-based action.

The Bearded Villains Miami chapter would like to extend their deepest condolences to the friends and family who suffered in this tragedy. They hope that the message stems forth to touch the lives of those who need it, and hope their footsteps are followed throughout. So, be kind, be generous, be compassionate, and you will see the world changed.

Written by: Javi Vasallo

IG: @pride55

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