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"Agence France-Presse"
OK - WHO noticed that France has its hands in this? ;-)
Everyone is equally oppressed.
Except for the powerful elite, who are more equal than others.
So WHY are you still HERE? LEAVE already.
Yeah, that's why they have such a bad immigration problem. All those people taking rafts TO cuba. Spit.
Commie-vampires that don't even know they are dead.
Translation: "I'm not smart enough or ambitious enough to get a better-paying job than my part-time, minimum-wage barista gig at Starbucks, so I want the government to give me a house and free health care, and make everybody as mediocre as I am."
Not that it hasn't been said before but these people are just plain stupid.
The Commies' "justice" is found at the end of a gun barrel.
ROFL! That reminds of John Candy's lines as Tom Tuttle from Tacoma Washington in the movie Volunteers when he was being brainwashed by the Chinese political officer
So when are you floating your car down to Cuba?
Top 50? Screw Che!
Oh, give me a break. Half the time the factory workers can't even decide what they'd like to have for lunch. They're not exactly adept at determining the constitutionality of legislation.
Backwards squalor, dis-incentivized entrepeneurs, no risk-taking ventures that create productivity and profits, poor jobs, little room for advancement, the squashing of ideas, leadership, and creativity. . . .
Re: the "dictatorship of the proletariat:
Woman: I didn't know we had a king... I thought we were an autonomous collective.
Dennis: You're foolin' yourself. We're livin' in a dictatorship! A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes...
Woman: (interrupting) Oh there you go, bringing class into it again...
Dennis: That's what it's all about! If only people would...
Arthur: Please, please, good people, I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
Woman: No one lives there.
Arthur: Then who is your lord?
Woman: We don't have a lord.
Arthur: What?
Dennis: I told you. We're an anarcho-cynicalist commune. We take it in turns to sort of act as a sort of executive officer for the week.
Arthur: Yes.
Dennis: But all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
Arthur: Yes I see.
Dennis: ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs...
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: But by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major...
Arthur: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
Woman: Order, eh? Who does he think he is?
Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic music plays...]
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king!
Dennis: (interrupting) Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcicial aquatic ceremony!
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis: Oh but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Arthur: SHUT UP!
Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bink lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Arthur: SHUT UP! WILL YOU SHUT UP! [Grabs Dennis]
Dennis: Ah! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Arthur: SHUT UP!
Dennis: Oh, come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
Arthur: (muttering) Bloody peasant!
Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him repressin' me? You saw it, didn't you?
If the "workers" at McDonald's made all the decisions, the service would be even worse than it already is. I'd rather have the wrong hamburger than no hamburger at all.
Judi Lynn loves her some commie dictators. I see her on all the dictators-R-great threads.
I wonder why she doesn't move to one of those great enlightened countries?
Helen of Thomas?
It's amazing how the legend of Che lives on, almost 40 years after his death. Just goes to show you what a little sex appeal will do for ya even after you're dead.