The Atkinson Diet
Shooting, I will keep on shooting....
There is a particularly famous and particularly bad, and particularly leftist piece of rag in the city of New York that is known as the Village Voice. Mainly, the voice of spoiled rich lard asses who are the ones who mainly populate the Village nowadays, since the artits have been long ago displaced by the trust fund babies of absent Democratic Party parents.
A particularly unctuos lardheard writes for the Village Voice, in all amazement, that the dialogues of the Lost City are in English, in a formal translation from Patois. Last time I swore, I did it in Habanero to some asshole who cut in front of me when I was driving fast and listening to one of my Cuban rock albums, well, I swear that I swore in Habanero, not in Patois. Maybe I forgot Patois altogether and picked up Habanero in New York City while hanging out with the rockers. Who knows.
But also, I seem to have forgotten an aspect of the history of the castroist robolution (this is an Anglization of robolucion, Habanero for revolution, meaning that it's a terrorist movement designed to go ahead through robbery, therefore, some Patois for you, right here!)
That very important aspect is that it was a peasant revolution!
Nothing like a master of the pseudointellectual mumble jumble to teach you things about your own country. Well, last time I checked the robolution (repeat after me and you will learn Patois) took away the land of the peasants, forced them to join cooperative, and a great bunch of those peasant revolted against kastro, and his sidekick churrasco huevera executed tons of those Cuban guajiros (war heros, more patois for you) on a whim. With his own hands.
Yeah, the kasstro brothers were born in a cattle farm where they also had some sugar cane. They mastered the art of stealing cattle in their youth, and also, with the help of Batista -trivia: he is the godfather of raul kagasstro, I bet you didn't know that one, mastered the art of moving fences in the middle of the night to steal land from their neighbors on behalf of their father. Said thugs went then into becoming city slickers, like that Cantinflas look-alike of el churrasco huevera. That's as peasant as it got.
The Village Voice critic keeps on being hooked in the Atkison Diet, his own. He eats several metric tonnes of shit per second. In my own Patois: el tipo es un comemierda.
There is a particularly famous and particularly bad, and particularly leftist piece of rag in the city of New York that is known as the Village Voice. Mainly, the voice of spoiled rich lard asses who are the ones who mainly populate the Village nowadays, since the artits have been long ago displaced by the trust fund babies of absent Democratic Party parents.
A particularly unctuos lardheard writes for the Village Voice, in all amazement, that the dialogues of the Lost City are in English, in a formal translation from Patois. Last time I swore, I did it in Habanero to some asshole who cut in front of me when I was driving fast and listening to one of my Cuban rock albums, well, I swear that I swore in Habanero, not in Patois. Maybe I forgot Patois altogether and picked up Habanero in New York City while hanging out with the rockers. Who knows.
But also, I seem to have forgotten an aspect of the history of the castroist robolution (this is an Anglization of robolucion, Habanero for revolution, meaning that it's a terrorist movement designed to go ahead through robbery, therefore, some Patois for you, right here!)
That very important aspect is that it was a peasant revolution!
Nothing like a master of the pseudointellectual mumble jumble to teach you things about your own country. Well, last time I checked the robolution (repeat after me and you will learn Patois) took away the land of the peasants, forced them to join cooperative, and a great bunch of those peasant revolted against kastro, and his sidekick churrasco huevera executed tons of those Cuban guajiros (war heros, more patois for you) on a whim. With his own hands.
Yeah, the kasstro brothers were born in a cattle farm where they also had some sugar cane. They mastered the art of stealing cattle in their youth, and also, with the help of Batista -trivia: he is the godfather of raul kagasstro, I bet you didn't know that one, mastered the art of moving fences in the middle of the night to steal land from their neighbors on behalf of their father. Said thugs went then into becoming city slickers, like that Cantinflas look-alike of el churrasco huevera. That's as peasant as it got.
The Village Voice critic keeps on being hooked in the Atkison Diet, his own. He eats several metric tonnes of shit per second. In my own Patois: el tipo es un comemierda.
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En otras palabras, estamos hablando de otro perfecto commie-mierda.
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