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Monday, July 17, 2006
The Chronicle of Pingasore - We Say You Do
21:38

Ah, the wondrous custom checkpoints in Pingasore's Shabi Airport. It is well known for its stringent checks. But a thought came to mind. What if the cutom officer on duty is fucked-up and decides to screw your day? Happens, you know. Through asstral[sic] voyage to Pingasore, Erath, I saw this guy getting his backpack searched as the fucker on duty saw a scissors in the shit-ray machine. Guess what? It turns out to be a carabiner (mountain climbing hook-like object). I cannot blame that dumb fuck though, his Iq is waaaaaaaaaay below average. And I'm talking negative low.

That is not the scary part; what if the fucker decides that you're a terrorist and decides to strip-check, arrest and charge you if you argued? You can't do a damn fucking thing can you? 'Cos he's the law and you jolly-fucking-well listen? Law is a good 3-letter word. I suppose KGB and secret police can fall under the 'meaning' section for that word. If government officials (ahem, fuckers) from, let's say, Pingasore decides to charge you in court for being human, what can you do? Nothing. If you do not serve the sentence, they can declare you dangerous, trial you in absence and assasinate you. You will be a classified statistic and cannot complain to anyone at all. Democracy?
Dumb
Exaggerated
Meaning
Of
Control-hungry
Rat
Asses
Controlling
You
Democracy

Did I mention dictatorship also starts with a letter 'd'? You are a numbered document in a government agency's cabinet. To them, you have no life, no name, no soul. They delete you, you are gone. You are just a number. They read your life like a book, your thoughts, your feelings. They are not an entity of leadership or wealth, but of power and finality. One word, you are dead. One memo, you are gone. They send you on with just a note on a Fuck-it Pad.

More nonsense from an imaginary world. My country ain't that bad, I sincerely hope. For not would it be like a living hell, freedom in a lifetime prison.


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