Hah! I shall oppress the masses for my own good!
Hah! I shall oppress the masses for my own good!
BLARGH!
So the men are the hard working commoners and the so called "good men" are the blue-blooded elitest snobs?![]()
I brought it, you don't want to know what else is in the bottle besides sherry though...
*mutterings about revolution*
Rest in Peace TosaInu, the Org will be your legacy
Originally Posted by Leon Blum - For All Mankind
So anyone read any Marx lately?![]()
When it occurs to a man that nature does not regard him as important and that she feels she would not maim the universe by disposing of him, he at first wishes to throw bricks at the temple, and he hates deeply the fact that there are no bricks and no temples
-Stephen Crane
Ahhh... the life of the peasants...
Scene: The Mud Village
A cart passes through the muddy road through a village. A baby cries. People wrestle in the mud. A woman beats a cat. The cart-master chants wearily as they trudge along:
Villager number one:"Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!
Bring out your dead!"
etc. while beating occasionally on a large triangle with a wooden spoon.
(clop clop clop clop clop clop)
A man rides by on a white horse
Villager number two: "Oo's that then?
Villager number one: "I don't know. Must be a Good Man"
Villager number two: "Why?"
Villager number one: "E 'asn't gotall over him."
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