War is over now?
... if I want it?!
Well, I want it.
So what?
Ah, same procedure as every year:
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| A child's born. Its 'cross': malnutrition. About 10,000 times a day. So Merry Christmas then, and peace on Earth. And after the mass enjoy the masses on your table. Sumptuous meals, a Lucullan feast. After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world, can they? May the Lord care for the poor souls, eh? Fucking hypocrites! |
