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The AfD is the party of the mousy, German Ballermann retirees - I remembered this morning, and I wanted to share this wonderful idea with them, without him carry on.
Man, the dissatisfied beings. For a long time he lives in a bad mood without a sense of the body's planned obsolescence - the pimples, the lovesickness, the contempt for the aged - until he suddenly becomes one of them and realizes that he has the best time of his life bad mood has spent what gives him even worse mood. Mostly the cause of the bad mood in those "up there" is justified. The government, gray eminences, all criminals.
And then there are women among the suspects. The people who live in a democracy - according to a new study, only four percent - talk contemptuously of a "so-called democracy" and mean: The up there anyway do what they want.
Oh, not bad at all, democracy
Would the people still in a functioning democracy, with the right to participate in political processes, in the low version through elections, in the active form in which they themselves become politically active, except their stupid couches make reservations, look around in other countries, they might know what life tastes like in a dictatorship. "Oh, not so bad," many might whisper. "Sure, such a dictatorship, because what did this silly freedom really bring us?" By the way, young people, who know no other form than the democratic ones, appreciate them very little.
The suspicion is obvious that most people are on bans. On a clear edge, on strict leaders with leader's voice and alpha monkey poses. They dream of a world of rules that they would obey, as fast as trained hamsters. An abortion ban to show the pussies where their place is - the stove, you blackbird -, the ban on political activities and rioting, which you finally no longer needed, with a strong leader, mandatory male, because who wants to follow a woman who would regulate everything like a strict father (here you are in the purely male form, a few lines before you have written guides) who only beats his children when they deserve it.
Main thing lying
Freedom, many seem to think, is the right to choose between products, between Netflix films and between Malle and Lanzarote. No matter. Main thing lying. Main thing towel. Maybe one could say that the attempt of self-responsibility has failed. Can be stopped because of stupidity. Replaced by the blessing of the market economy. The right to buy the shit she produces. Man does not need all the achievements of the last hundred years. Choose - what for?
The right to unite in unions, the right to decide on one's own body, which is bullshit anyway with the prohibition of euthanasia and with the paragraph 218 anyway. Man, it seems, desires in the majority a strong voice that leads him out of the valley of his suffering. Which tells him what's good and bad, what's wrong and right. Who gives him nutrition and sports tips, tells him how to hang up his curtains and get on the tram.
Humans respect traffic lights and dream of having a similar system installed in their heads that governs every decision and action. Besides the freedom to roam the streets with 300, in complete ignorance of his own motor skills, he wishes to breed and order, the little rascal.
And thus an edifying Sunday. Do not eat animals, do not get drunk, read a good book and take a digestive walk. Afterwards, they roam a bit along the highway.
Your instance. Mrs. Berg.