Democracy cant be overridden Just as an anarchic governance would requiere the election of officials to assume community tasks regularly, aristocrats would necessarily need to be elected by people (who would have needed, by all means, to be trained so as to acquire the skills necessary to tell who the better ones are) The same happens with communism: it pretends to abolish social class (which can not - as hierarchy will come down to non-specialist from specialist classified by trade through vocation: coming mainly from the Great Outdoors, starting by God who is always here), it pretends to cancel money (which can not - as, since value is in which communication from person to person gets minimised, value itself has to be settled as unit when trading from specialty to specialty worlds apart: thus a crediticial unit has to be set), it pretends to abolish the state (which can not - as the common grounds, marked by law, with expectation on our eyes define communism a its most)... You say oligarchy? No, cholo... That concentration of vicious lacks and excesses is what has produced large scale marginalisation (of the fruit of successful outcome to minor struggle!!!): and its a stupid stupids thing! They are never the same oligarchs, and, the ones on turn go around saying Its always been like this, its always been like this... Duh! Acá la traducción :D Narrador: Este hombre, no es un hombre ordinario, este es FG Superman A toda apariencia, sin diferencia de cualquier ciudadano respetuoso de la ley Pero el señor F.G. Superman tiene una identidad secreta, cuando la catástrofe da golpea en cualquier momento en cualquier lugar, el está listo a convertirse en Bicycle Repair Man Niño: Hey, hay una bicicleta averiada: en el Camino! FG Superman: Hmmm, por su puesto... Esto suena como un trabajo para Bicycle Repair Man... Pero como cambiarme sin revelar mi identidad secreta John Cleese: Si solo Bicycle Repair Man estuviera aquí Graham Chapman: Ah sí!? FG Superman: Esperen! Creo que se donde se le puede encontrar, miren! Allá! John Cleese and Graham Chapman: Bicycle Repair Man, pero cómo? Terry Jones: Miren! John Cleese: es un corredor de acciones? Graham Chapman: es un analista de presupuestos de construcción? Terry Jones: es un vigilante de iglesia? Cleese, Chapman, Jones: No, es Bicycle Repair Man! Terry Jones: Dios, Bicycle Repair Man, gracias a Dios que has venido, mira... Graham: Ala! esta arreglándola con sus propias manos! John: Miren como usa una llave para ajustar esa tuerca! Terry: Bicycle Repair Man, como podría acaso pagártelo? Bicycle Repair Man: Oh, no tienes que humillarte, está bien... Este es un día de trabajo típico para Bicycle Repair Man... Terry, John, Pepe, Graham: Nuestro héroe! Narrador: Sí, donde quiera que las bicicletas estén descompuestas o amenazadas por el comunismo internacional, Bicycle Repair Man está listo... Listo para aplastar a los comunistas, pasarles el waipe, y retirarlos de la faz del planeta... Aplasta esa cochinada roja! Patealos en los dientes donde duele! Mata! Mata, mata! Comunistas cochinos bastardos... Los odio, los odio... Aaaaaaagh, aaaaaaaagh... Esposa del Narrador: Norman, el te está listo... Norman: Voy, mami
Posted on: Sat, 10 May 2014 04:58:32 +0000
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