A bottle of whiskey for me ; and a can of whiskas for the missus
You know ?
In other hatefacts, what do you suppose a totalitarian state even is ? Or rather : how do you propose to make the difference between this here present "popular democracy"i and that there hitlerist-fascist abomination whereby... the state... was going to... what was it going to do ? Answer all questions, issue all boots, mother all children and whatnotelse. Right ?
When the state moves away from being a well oiled mechanism fine-tuned towards the solving of the few problems it excels at solving in the few domains it's adequate to, and instead becomes a troglodytism approaching all problems in all fields but not even getting close to solving anything, in the fein but vain hope that it needn't be useful at all but merely through being ubiquitous shall live forever... well, that's when you know there's not much left in it.
There was a police bus getting in the way down the pedestrian streetii a few days ago ; and emblazoned on this bus the idealized likeness of a dumb cunt in uniform, painting the face of some kid. 'Cause they're so close to the public and deeply beloved and whatnot, don't you know -- meanwhile for the second time in this country's brief but happy history the police just got stomped by the general public. Literally, stomped, broken arms and heads, the works ; and the first time wasn't so long ago. Gotta love dat femstate herpy-derp, huh!
'Cause that's what happens when you give the dumb cunts uniforms : the uniform breaks off of them, exactly like if you were trying to dress trees. Yet, importantly, and lest we forget : the herded females are victims in this just as much as the state is (meaning not at all) : you did it, not they nor them but you. The idea, transparently self-obvious like Bremsstrahlung shining right through "shielding", is that if you make her wear stateclothes playing with kids once, maybe she'll think of the state when playing with kids all the time. Maybe she'll think of the state. Maybe the state.
There ain't no chance in hell the state's gonna survive these final days, of courseiii ; but like retirement homes are full of "fighters" engaged in a "brave" (really ? what alternatives were there ?) soi-dissant "battles" with cancer, so are dusks, zeniths and apusuri filled to the brim with ubiquitous states "winning" the war on everything.
Good luck si-un praz verde, mmmkay.
———Also known as socialism 3.0 -- that thing whereby the state's there to "provide" for all "a person's" needs (as the state defines persons and needs). [↩]The notion of police breaking the rules is so very... how shall I put it. Your forefathers would think you unhousebroken. That's the only way to say it, civilisation doesn't enter into the discussion like descriptive geometry isn't a cat problem. The god damned litterbox is too much for your sad ilk, what science, what technology. [↩]What need does Costa Rica even have of a state in the first place ? What need at all ?
What, all so when the stupid cunts of foreign realms come over there's somebody here to extend a wholly baseless (but superficially satisfying) feeling of "representation" ? Spend all that time and money so other people's unruly, unloved, aged, fat and stupid wives have emotional support ?! At your expense ?!
There's absolutely no need for there to be anyone here, waiting by the phone in case some nuland or other feels neglected and would like to call someone. Let the UStards deal with their own mental issues. Let them deal with their own despair at their gnawing inadequacy for life and irrelevancy for the world. There's absolutely no need and certainly no reason to get mixed up in any of that!
Other people might be stupid, that's good enough for them ; but thereby it doesn't follow everyone's gotta be just as stupid too. [↩]
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Monday, 17 May, Year 13 d.Tr.