28 ene 2012

Nuclear disquisition on the decadence of Europe




 "...We will come back for more", Gral. Mac Arthur said while cheerio-ed the radioactive potatoes of Pomerania.
The audience was anemic, and everybody clapped with a miserable enthusiasm that wasn't worth the effort.

In Cortina D'ampezzo, soon before this, the furious Italian mob turned Benito Mussolini's body into mozzarella, or it was in Milano? Or Rimini? Or Torino? Or Pisa?
My mother used to say: "I went to school with Adria Mussolini", the grand daughter of il Duce.
As it seems Adria was taken to Buenos Aires, yes, we loved the Nazism a lot, and its subgenres: the Anti-Semitic Techno or the GoregrindFascism.
The Aryan Doo-Woop had its moments, too.

And what about the Unblack Metal?

As it seems, not even one, listen: not even ONE Italian citizen forgot to spit and give a symbolic kick to Mussolini's corpse, oh the brotherly love, oh, oh, oh!



Back in 1919 our patriot Benito (not ours: theirs, "our" is just a stylistic figurative mannerism that I adopted whimsically for this minute), our patriot, I say, he moved heavily toward Vatican City (1 mile), asked a sudden interview with the Pope, and showed him the middle finger.

Benedict XV, who was used to this kind of neurotic psychos, pushed a sort of bat-button that he had under the desk, and Benito was brusquely ejected (the Vatican Palace has openable roofs) to Piazza Spagna, by means of complicated system of metallic springs.

Ben promised revenge; then he stopped being the dictator of the Kingdom, to found an autocratic republic: la Repubblica Sociale Italiana.
Benito put the king into the trash compactor, threatened the Pope, played some Jenga with Franco, and married Adolf Hitler in the risible summer of 19… both in thong and dancing lambada on the Munich streets, at 2 am.

Adolf went to the wedding in a Kaiser Carabela.

The morning after they discussed something important, Hitler ordered esoteric coffee and subliminal cream pies, also called pasteles.




My friends: the twisted minds of the revanche-ist, heavy tyrants, called "Socialism" something that was exactly the opposite, and thus controlled the deformed, almost sub-human minds of the collective-unconscious-collective –this time around more unconscious than ever-: the masses were opiated by Hitler's charisma.
This orgy of bombastic braggadocios took Benito Mussaragna to a crescendo of aggressions:
first aggression against Albania, then, Egypt, then, Greece, then the British Isles, then the Plenipotentiary Protectorate of Cyprus, then the invasion of the Eritrea, country of the ant men.

This real calamity, this mountain of aggressions and abrupt gasconades, caught the eye of i americani, who didn't understand very well what that volcano was, but they started sending armed catamarans that were slowly arriving to the Italian shores.
After some radical hygienic laws, like the prohibition of spitting on the sidewalk, and many purges, the proletariat started following blindly the different beau gestes of Ben through Africa, eg: the brusque annexation of Ethiopia, where Mussoliney founded symbolically 3 towns in front of the perplex natives, calling himself a new Herakles: founder of cities and kneader of populations.

With the appreciable explosion of the war which -for certain philosopher- was nothing but the hygiene of the nations, Benito finally gave a big YES to the anti-pacifism, the hostility and the armed aggressions; things that I was considering pretty excellent, keeping in mind the autocratic mood in fashion back then, that super-egotism or -so called- megalomania of Mussolini & Adolf, sort of semi-nuclear Elvises.
But they didn't sing;  just danced, a little, maybe Tango, or Pasodoble; possibly Tarantella, Techno maybe, or House, also Viking Metal but never, under any concept Chamamé or Trance-Jungle.

All this violent paprika came to show me that we need more war in this calm Europe, to keep the bodies elastic, and to stop crying like cry-babies when the price of the gas is increased 4 cents, calling it a "crisis".

The modern pacifism has turned this part of the world into a butt, it's necessary a brand new violence, a real menace full of fear: the fusion of Russia with China, to discharge all their hate against the Western Europe, populated by self-important English cows and old farting men in beret?

The message for this hour of Europe is: in the name of the self-defense abandon the NPT, in order to develop nuclear warheads... the only obstacle comes from the political hesitations, because it is a political decision, thermobaric weapons are not enough.



Then let those North Koreans, Chinese and Japanese who didn't surrender in '45 go bananas for some reason.
Then let the Russians cut the gas supply, then attack, everybody at once, then, wait for the worst death, I don't care: let's substitute the cows by napalms, the butter by uranium, the diplomacy by plutonium, the tolerance by genetic testing.

All this makes me recognize how full of shit is the democratic system that they want to make me swallow. Don't call it democracy please, call it falsecracy.
Especially the American democracy doesn't exist, it never existed, it will never exist.
It's a botched construction, it's gross.



Also NO: please, no more "El Chiki-Chiki" in Eurovision, no more idiocy or la Belgique as an independent country, stop accepting Finland's sovereign rights: I want WAR faced with HONOR, and if I got to die, I die with dignity.

No, no, no! What happened to that nice proyect, the Anschluss? Mwehehehe.
Now everything is concealed and vile, vile like the Catalan government.
Since when Europe is an effeminate place? The ancient Greek didn't educate you to be listening to Radiohead.

NO.

I live in a rural zone, the tractors are shit, the farms are computerized: it's useless, the people are brutal and don't know how to use it; and who are to blame?
The Russians, they're culprit flesh.


Do the Russians & the Chinese together delete the Eurozone in 20 minutes? Do you care? I don't care.
I will lose, but I don't care.


I'm gonna be misunderstood again.














Is necessary to resurrect the golden era of violence, where is De Gaulle? In the past, even the broadminded democrats were Mexican wrestlers.

The time is now, the day is today gentlemen and gentlemen; make no mistake:
the world needs to be restored, and face the aggression of the ignorants, the traitors and the evil-doers, or you'll die in a cellar listening to Lady GaGa like an automatic marmot.







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