Can’t the somber citizen take a
hint?
Can’t the somber citizen take a hint? Can’t the fucking fascist at last
see…?
Yesterday, Saturday, the 18th of February, 2006, over three million Catalonians
took to the streets to demand once and for all independence.
The twenty million Catalonians spread all over the world rejoice and
wholeheartedly support the marvelous push ahead toward a citizenry (newly filled
with renewed hope) whose rights are no longer trampled.
Independence is at hand. No longer shall the Catalonians take a second row in the
direction of the world’s events. No longer shall the Catalonians have to beseech
anybody in order to have their most revered language recognized all over the
word. No longer shall the Catalonians beg to be accepted into the different bodies
which regulate the organization of competition sports.
Here we come, Catalonians the world over, dominating every sport!
This shall be a glorious day to remember. The go ahead toward imminent
independence.
Let the fascist creeps that wanted to enslave us forever fuck themselves; prospect
most foul.
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Freedom, here we come; make room for the best people ever roamed this (up until
now boring) desert! Aren’t we the genuine article!
Catalunya, heart of Catalonia, is knocking at freedom’s door. Isn’t freedom
getting wet? Her arms are opening, also her legs… Soon after Catalunya is free and
independent, the rest of Catalonia shall follow — we want altogether a piece of
freedom. Freedom, the whore that had eluded us for three centuries, comes to her
senses, becomes a faithful matron warrior whose preferred lovers we
are.
There’s no doubt left now about who are the darlings of madam freedom.
Catalonians, the strongest motherfuckers of them all.
Take this, disgusting somber citizen, and
die.
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