I saw this advertisement on the television,
a banking company…I don’t remember the stupid name…it showed a little girl
collecting money from her grandparents and picking some from under the table
and some crap. I mean, what crap is this? And then the idiot voice over sings
‘collect the coins and something shitty for the future’ bloody rascals. Are
they mad or what? These bankers…do they have a soul or are they bloody devils.
They are sucking the entire earth and shredding it into pieces and then using
technology to change it into digits so that they can store it in their
computers…so that they can stretch on a recliner and drink blood spending a
damn holiday on an island, I say holy shit. Bloody holy shit! For heaven’s sake
leave the children alone…let them live happily and let them be carefree you
selfish fucking morons. More and more and more and more and more…damn you all,
bloody leeches. You make the adults cry their heart out for surviving in the
mess you have created and you trap them and you fool them…you have fooled us
all…bloody imbeciles. And now you devils…you scoundrels want to get hold of the
children…so that they can also start growing from the age of 5 and become lame
like all of us and tune their minds, for like infinity, to remember the maddening
idea of ‘more is good’. Bloody you god damn stupid rascals! Childhood is not
for collecting money…life is not for collecting money…bloody hell…for which
race do these idiots want all of us and our children to prepare for? Which race
you sick idiots? A race which your smelly stinking mind has created? You fooled
us in participating in it and now you are trying to drag the children also? How
grandly foolish and fucking idiots you are! Bloody hungry morons you want
everything…E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G. You rascals you also come in everything…you
forget to count yourself every time, right? Now who is a fool? Ha ha!
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