Today I will speak to André Maginot. I guess everyone knows who's Maginot and how it is good to pull lines, but few people know the love of Maginot. It was not a designer, was not a carpenter, was not fucking make money (I almost did kill it) and some did not like the Boche, but twenty years already had a law degree. I remember him as an erudite Alps! Maginot founded a sort of public oil company, an extraordinary act of courage and extreme openness. A hard blow to the global control. The control of the blood of the earth, the black gold. Why we do not need transfusions, we are real vampires by day, a few controlled Transylvania. Well, we talk about power. I have a chicken, I take other hens and a cock nice and I do a chicken coop, honest and very constructive to me. I do a tour of the block and some have so many chickens will be only an egg. I lose the eggs but I do other chickens. Many Hens. A gallinificio. Now a neighbor has another house and sell the eggs next to my house. What do I do? I buy chickens? Poisoning the chickens? I steal the chickens? No, the chickens are sacred! I make friend with the other chicken and then stabbed him slowly and I take a good companion to his chickens. And I dedicate the name of the house. Time passes and I become the only chicken in the country. Meanwhile, some asshole turns out that the eggs become chickens. Am I concerned? No. I sell chickens to slag someone for his theories or kill the inventor of new methods around and say that the chickens are from another planet. Brackets do not change the information but do a different formation to the nations. After a while I realize that the people who provide the continuous supply of eggs, are tired and stuffed with cholesterol. What do I do? Hate my chickens. Advertising? Discounts? Hens for free? Nono, none of this, the consumer system not eating and drinking some more of consumerism. It takes a healthy war. Okay, How to start a war, better psychological (so customers do not kill)? Say around someone who kills the innocent chickens. Dismay. Indignation. All will protect their eggs from evil. All my defend the eggs with my protection from evil . What do I do now? Power. The power to laugh at those who are approved to the system fowl, of those who fight against me with the same my chickens and I also have the power to laugh at me I wanted to win the system for what was enough for me to live and now I'm brooding other shit. I also have too much power. I realize that in fact the man of power not live well. It 's like a clown on a unicycle that begins to hop on the damn unicycle in a field littered with landmines antipagliaccio. Not only must they be in balance, but also risks losing face. Why I stopped talking about Andre Maginot? Why I talk about chickens? Well, you'll like this. The real trick to survive is not to lose their feathers, otherwise you end up in an inkwell. note: (Andre Maginot died poisoned. It 'was killed. It went down in history for the line, something extraordinary, but very ineffective .. and not that great little fight against the power of oil. I'll tell you one thing good and bad. You're not a chicken, but worth less than an egg, you insult the rest of your life and unfortunately also rage on your tombstone. You can not change the world, or the system. You can only become a clown, and only then levarti red nose.)
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