The poetry of politics

[luka]

The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.

 

[ver$hy ver$h]

Little by little the Chiapnaneco world is beginning to divide. The wind from above assumes its old forms of arrogance and haughtiness. The police and Federal Army close ranks around money and corruption. The wind from below once against travels the ravines and valleys; it is beginning to blow strongly. There will be a storm...

 

[ver$hy ver$h]

We've transformed Syria into a screaming bowl of fire and pain

 

[IdleRich]

Bomb them back to the stone age

 

[IdleRich]

We need to understand a little less and condemn a little more.

 

[IdleRich]

The lamps are going out all over Europe. We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime.

From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic an iron curtain has descended across the Continent

Those two seem to go together somehow.

 

[ver$hy ver$h]

We’re an empire now, and when we act, we create our own reality. And while you’re studying that reality — judiciously, as you will — we’ll act again, creating other new realities, which you can study too, and that’s how things will sort out. We’re history’s actors . . . and you, all of you, will be left to just study what we do.

 

[IdleRich]

When you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy