We Are Overcome By Anguish At This

Once Again I Feel Beneath My Heels The Ribs Of Rocinante. Once More, I'm On The Road With My Shield On My Arm.

The U.s. Is The Great Enemy Of Mankind! Against Those Hyenas There Is No Option But Extermination! If The Nuclear Missiles Had Remained (in Cuba) We Would Have Fired Them Against The Heart Of The U.s. Including New York City!

I Don't Care If I Fall As Long As Someone Else Picks Up My Gun And Keeps On Shooting.

The Blacks, Those Magnificent Examples Of The African Race Who Have Maintained Their Racial Purity Thanks To Their Lack Of An Affinity With Bathing, Have Seen Their Territory Invaded By A New Kind Of Slave: The Portuguese.

We Must Carry The War Into Every Corner The Enemy Happens To Carry It, To His Home, To His Centers Of Entertainment: A Total War. It Is Necessary To Prevent Him From Having A Moment Of Peace, A Quiet Moment Outside His Barracks Or Even Inside; We Must Attack Him Wherever He May Be, Make Him Feel Like A Cornered Beast Wherever He May Move. Then His Moral Fiber Shall Begin To Decline, But We Shall Notice How The Signs Of Decadence Begin To Disappear.