Which number, when recruiting thugs for your gang, classifies it an army?
Does then, the etiquette of war permit you to call your fortified headquarters a Parliament?
Now you can outsource your extortion and protection rackets, start collecting some real weapons.
All the vile politicians flit about like a STD at an orgy in Armani suits, swilling top shelf bubbly, oysters and sea-creatures for every meal…chauffer driven limo…what fucking pop stars!
Anyway, while they busied themselves having coke blown up their arses, overdosing on all the sex and powertrips denied of them while fascist nerds in university, abusing their horses, mastering the orange magick of living by their wits, getting away with rape and robbery at every opportunity…we have been getting ready.
Time to get some persepctive friends.
Understand the World might end, but the Planet, never.
This non-Marxist Socialist bullshit’s gotta stop.
Let’s start at the grassroots. If you believe that the Commonwealth Government of Australia Pty Ltd. is your friend and you will fight to prove it, email me, and we’ll meet down by the bike-racks.
Sorry Gandhi…you got shot.