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24 de ani, uşor încurcat de asfalt şi pixeli, viitor jurnalist, actual fotograf, fost paria. Fumător ocazional. Mândru deţinător de pick-up Tesla mai în vârstă decât mine. Amator de concerte în aer liber, cărţi noi şi vin basarabean. P.S. dacă făceam prostii şi nu mă jucam frumos, eram repede expediat de către ceilalţi copii sau de tutorii acestora. aşa că protestam puţin, apoi mă duceam la “blocu” meu. azi simt nevoia să întorc f(r)aza, din drag de gri shmirtzic [at] gmail.comArhiva pentru war on terror
trăbuia să aibă grijă de membru, de muncitoru’ de jos!
vă amintiţi teroristul de sărbători? ca de obicei, în ciuda nereuşitei atacului, se mobilizează forţe imense şi se cheltuie din greu pentru a ne proteja pe noi, cetăţenii oneşti. a, şi pentru a ne umili, invada viaţa, controla pe toate căile posibile. poftim, ultima găselniţă, deja dispionibilă pentru clienţii liniilor aeriene britanice:
să sperăm că tot muncitoru’ de jos va beneficia de această despuiere publică şi se va gudura de bucurie cetăţenească, pentru o lume mai bună! se spune şi “mulţumesc” la scanare? mulţumi-v-aş!
“..DON’T KNOW, DON’T GIVE A DAMN / THE NEXT STOP IS VIET NAM..”
leave me alone, I died in vain. please leave me alone. under the ground we’re all the same, we don’t feel cold, we don’t cry for our beloved ones.
I know why you sent me to die, all the money in the world cannot satisfy greed. only blood does that. it was not my fight, but i fought, for it was my duty. now, please, let me rest in peace. I don’t need your fucking honour or medals, burn me and throw me away, scrape holes in my body, put a cigarette in my mouth and piss on me, but don’t abandon me in a military graveyard. don’t display me as a fearless hero who died for democracy: I’ve killed inocent people, I don’t know what democracy means, I was terrified all the time and I’M NOT YOURS ANYMORE
OH, I’M WATCHING YOU, ALRIGHT, BUT I’M NO DOG.
Israel is responsible for genocide
Very often I hear that the Palestinians are somehow like Roma – the gypsies – because they live in poverty and violence, they’re one step away from being nomads and they lack education. But they didn’t choose to be like this. Palestine is no longer a state since 1948 when immigrants took over the land and the politics, installing the natives in ghettos. Gaza is nothing but a giant prison, where civilians are permanently harassed (with lethal ammo). Under such circumstances, of course the Palestinians are living in unimaginable conditions. They are refugees in their own country, under constant terror. That’s why the Hamas fights back in every possible way. There is no international interest to help those people, almost all the money is poured into developing the state of Israel. Why? Because the Zionists (not the Jews as a nation) believe that is their right to own these territories. Until the Zionists came, Jews, Christians and Muslims were able to live together and tolerate each other. The media are offering a distorted picture, we always see the Palestinians as the bad guys, every Muslim is “obviously of terrorist descent”, but there’s something very wrong with that picture. Even some of the Israeli soldiers are backing down because they know the war they’re fighting is wrong. Israel in not striving for peace, is just taking over a country. The Zionists will stop when the Holy Land will be nothing but bullets and dust.
ONE WEAPON
One weapon cannot be more ethical than another. when the law doesn’t protect me, but works against me in my struggle for a better world, then hang the law. in certain circumstances i can see why an act of terror could become legit.
We are indoctrinated to see bombing people with high-tech weapons almost as an act of humanity. As if the most advanced country can dictate the war method. Under such conditions, any other means of fighting become either obsolete or acts of terror.
Ethnic or religious war is actually hiding war over land. “Vietnamizing” the conquest creates new slaves in the attached territories. Blood for oil.
dialog imaginar:
-indiferent de pret?
-nu, nu chiar…putina prudenta…viata e viata si nu se compara cu nimic, daca ne e dat sa alegem intr-o cat de mica masura!?