No me reading can ignore the muffled giggles that capture the average reader when I attempt a political analysis. He laughed, but he laughs, God! I am contemptible and ridiculous. While my reader may feel compassionate and full of a sincere desire to help those who are called often abused mentally handicapped - who are mostly people that I shoot on weekends when I have a job and that deserve particular we are trying to support them in everyday life - both the Bolshevik moron I painfully mime in each ticket by claiming more blood on the walls and more small strokes pecker in moist orifices can no longer be taken into mercy. And of course, my favorite among all, it's flood of bitter tears my poor innocent keyboard to groan at how it is cruel and painful to live here, in France liberalized to death. That's really very very funny.
But it goes further.
If we stayed there, we find only my pathetic moaning pussy in dire need of recognition, affection and a good dose of sex hormones calm frantic.
In fact, I can do a lot louder.
See my article on Glen Beck, a type unknown to my readers exactly but with which I will knock them out without notifying the usual nonsense: working on Fox, he must be an ultra-neo-liberal who takes the triple somersaults back to Milton Friedman of his grave (because I, Thierry, while I understand liberalism and I know the difference between Milton and Friedrich, I know what I mean then I can also write Beck calling it an ultra-liberal). Credibility.
Because ultraliberalism it is like this:
Everywhere.
And even in places most disconcerting is that the atrocious treachery of the sinister thing
Yes. At the station, France Telecom, the presidency, the media, there are chunks of liberalism. Thierry
PUC noted. Thierry CSP knows. And Thierry CSP is leading a crusade to convince the world that never ends hydra reborn.
OK Here, obviously, we do wonders even on my level of mental health: it was realized that no, it's not a skit from Monty Python's novel, this type is very agitated very seriously, and SEE symbols of liberalism everywhere. Including at Marianne, and if there's far, what about the rest of the world?
And the best part is that this is not a type isolated from his time unemployed to scream his hatred of the wicked world which surrounds it on a blog before repetitive Internet hilarious mid-mid-terrified: he there is a whole party of national scope, with members paid to say this. That robs you great capital, the revolution is at the end of the road and roll, choice, and that the insurgency would do well to come because actually, Thierry is a little shit in his small apartment Toulouse poorly insulated.
And just another question, at once: is it that all militants "N" AP is as daft as him? Is that in France, on power-collectivist par excellence, there is a non-negligible number of people who think he's right?
Indeed, their numbers constantly fluctuate. Including the "N" PA whose memberships are plummeting. But there will always, in this France who loves prepubescent impulses of pimply teens always struggling against a society that has less and less time to spend on their psychiatric cases, a little guilty affection for fascist morons.
Simple as that. It needs to be done.
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