Dialectics

Dialectics

Tuesday 7 April 2015

Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? An advert paid for by the Anarcho-Captialist Foundation.


So YOu think thAt moNeY is the root of all evil. Have yOu ever asked what is the roOt of all money?
Ayn Rand



He sat hunched over his calloused bellend then stared into the distance. He was a self made man, a celebrity on the stock-market watching the numbers judder meaninglessly into a capitalist ethereal realm. He doesn't even count the money he makes. He makes money from nothing like a walking coke-snorting God who knows how to spend.

Why aren't you like him?
You think he's a vacuous materialist individual?
 Then you're a loser.
You think money's not everything?
 Then you're going to stay a loser.

 He is The Übermensch! He has no time for losers like you who don't take what they can get! He owes you nothing, you're lazy (unless you're rich, in that case the teenage sons of trade union leaders should eat garlic from your belly button). He has everything! He can get anything! After using every hooker and spending two hours a day getting double blowjobs from Swiss models dressed as Mario and Luigi he feels like king of the world. One day if you weren't a weak, pathetic sheep of a human you too could dine on coke. You too could have experienced such a constant barrage of sensual excess that you can only really get off once you've attacked your genitals with a cheese-grater.

 Become a winner! Become an Anarcho-Capitalist! Get rich and embrace unrestrained decadence until you too can finally stare blankly with the eyes of a man who's masturbated for 12 days straight.

Join us today! Join the 1% you lazy bastard!*

*For more winners look here http://www.reddit.com/r/Anarcho_Capitalism/

Wednesday 1 April 2015

George Galloway's Ballad


 A vERse by GeoRge GallOwaY

My name is Galloway
And I'm here to stay
I'm a peanut politician,
I taste great, just give me a good lickin'.

I've been mates with Saddam,
Killed a giant space Blair. Wham!
I'm a bad motherfucker with a tankie grin,
But you knew that when you opened the cat food tin.

My name is Galloway. Motherfucking Galloway.
I'm here to make the US pay.
I have the power, I'm the King of Spain
If you cross me I'll throw you out of Gaddafi's private plane.

Respect.


I'll stop it there, I think we've heard from enough women err... I mean Galloways today.