"Oh, there are many. Which are your favourite, comrade commisar? That the only person any of them cares about his himself? That it is their right to live on the necks of the poor, of those who actually have to work for everything they need? That they even have fun doing that? Or that they denunciate everyone criticizing their system with calling him a traitor and an enemy of the society? I personally wonder how they even manage not to kill each other...oh wait...they can't even that...And that's the fact. In the end there are no ideals they follow, cause they have no guidelines on the way to become fat and rich. They respect nothing, and noone..."
Squished bigly ~Champ- Thanks, you're a champ. "What's the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?"