The feeling of injustice, what distinguishes us from animals and makes us fight for justice, for a more just, more egalitarian and respectful of differences, manifested in the impotence to theft, cheating, falsehood and mediocrity of reality.
So today all I had wanted to join a fight is great and RECAGE to blows against all, today would not want to resign, to analyze, to understand the other side, or think what is most appropriate for society as a whole. What really would have liked is that I put them in single file, starting with who we already know and give until it bleeds. Not Puchinger only a matter of ball, ball Puchinger a matter of blood, of Puchinger ball with suffering.
Because one thing is injustice in the abstract and another thing is that those who benefit from injustice comes alive and well, it becomes a frigid old, a widow with menopause thirty years ago in the middle of the fight put to dance with those black stockings overflowing with psoriasis, with the hair washed and nails painted nineties, waving a flag in the background is screaming Menem Back. Because that is what creates resentment in the world. Shit you not, not not getting what we deserve, rather than brag of their injustice, their profit at your expense. So metanse the championship in the middle of the sunrise.
In the midst of mediocrity, today was born the legend of the Hurricane of 2009, that left no champion but he played better than most champions.
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