He makes the Best Speeches Ever.
^ on par with his famous 1989 one.
<3
Putting your faith in leaders that used to be idealists and now are ideologues?
As long as you're a pyromaniac who enjoys watching the purification of bullshit into pure shit.
Live long and prosper.
P.S.
I've heard that those rapist immigrants convey their best cultural values through their actions.
Venator of Verum stated: source post
Putting your faith in leaders that used to be idealists and now are ideologues?
Neither - i know the guy from old times, pure-bred pragmatist.
"As long as you're a pyromaniac who enjoys watching the purification of bullshit"
^ That i am indeed, even got a box of matches. Lick of petrol for the cocktail hour.
Is it sour grapes, that you have to make do with that Turdeau?
Myself, i'm sorta glad now that i hung on to those patches of land and a house, might come handy...
Funny you’d say that. Just had a flashback of playing the G_d of ants when i was 2 or 3 year old and figuring out how the world works. Been doing that a lot back then, getting the flashbacks a lot nowadays - well, esp. since i started to keep up with news a while back.
Which ant play just reminded me a compulsory secondary-school read, mid-19th century theatre play i hated the guts of - its delicious humour completely flying over my head at the time. Just googled it now and even found a terribly clunky and outdated English translation of the whole wretched thing - here’s a very short excerpt from the prologue:
(Lucifer:)
Wherefore should I be pleased, that elements
Diverse, new properties assume, existent
Before, though unrevealed, but still of which
Thou hadst not an idea; and if thou hadst
Thou would'st have had no power to alter them.
A few spheres, drawn and kneaded, together welded;
Just a few worms, to conscious being waked;
Till all shall be completed and cooled off,
When naught but senseless dross thereof remains,
Which man, espying, eagerly would seize
For his retort, as even thou mankind
In thine immense retort hast placed, and see'st
How he doth seethe and boil and simmer there,
And look upon himslf as God, like thee.
But should he sometime spoil and waste the broth,
Then all thy tardy wrath o'er him would burst.
But then, what would'st thou of a dilettante?
Thou'st written but a poem in thy praise,
But placed it in a mechanism poor,
And growest never weary of this lay,
This ever limited eternity.
But is this worthy of an aged sire,
This toy, fit but to move a childish heart?
Treading the mire, a tiny spark that mimics
Its Lord ; a caricature, and no true image;
With fate and liberty, pursuing each
The other, with all lack of harmony.
(here's the whole thing but it's awfully long: https://archive.org/stream/tragedyofmandram00madrich/tragedyofmandram00madrich_djvu.txt . It's basically bickering between God and the Devil about how the programme will pan out, Adam wants to jump off a cliff in despair but gets screwed over by God and Eve.)