We Do Not Have Elections. But The

My Nostrils Dilate While Savoring The Acrid Odor Of Gunpowder And Blood… Crazy With Fury I Will Stain My Rifle Red While Slaughtering Any Surrendered Enemy That Falls In My Hands! With The Deaths Of My Enemies I Prepare My Being For The Sacred Fight And Join The Triumphant Proletariat With A Bestial Howl!

I Will Fight With All The Weapons Within My Reach Rather Than Let Myself Be Nailed To A Cross Or Whatever.

Democracy Is Not Compatible With Financial Oligarchy.

The Stars Drew Light Across The Night Sky In That Little Mountain Village, And The Silence And The Cold Made The Darkness Vanish Away. It Was - I Don't Know How To Explain It - As If Everything Solid Melted Away Into The Ether, Eliminating All Individualtiy And Absorbing Us, Rigid, Into The Immense Darkness. Not A Single Cloud To Lend Perspective To The Space Blocked Any Portion Of The Starry Sky.

Peaceful Coexistence Cannot Be Limited To The Powerful Countries If We Want To Ensure World Peace.