I was going to the toilets to take a dump, peeked inside and there was Janusz Korwin-Mikke sitting on my fucking toilet seat with his pants dropped, reading a newspaper. So I approached him and asked: "Mr. Janusz, king of the Polish right wing, capitalist, monarchist and freedom fighter, I ask you humbly - what are you doing on my toilet?" He answered "Shut the fuck up, you faggot. Did you manufacture and install this toilet here for yourself? Did you, whore? In the name of freedom and private property, I'm taking over this toilet and intend to return it to those who manufactured it. You're not allowed to take anything from the creators - they're the rightful owners. You want to just gorge yourself and gorge, you fucking leftist swine. Contribute something more than that piece of shit you came here to shit out."
With these words, Janusz flushed and before my eyes a geyser composed of a mix of free market piss and shit appeared, of the magnitude that cannot be witnessed even on Iceland. Korwin dissolved within it as if he was the invisible hand of the market intervening when there is no balance.
The entire toilet reeked of shit and piss which was now splattered all over the walls. I looked inside the toilet and on the bottom there was a red bowtie, moustache and skinny jeans - they must've floated from depths of the Mariana Trench up to my toilet.
I closed the door and didn't dare to enter for the next few years. When I did find the courage, the toilet was not there anymore and on the wall - written in shit - stood "We'll meet again, you fucking leftist whore. J."
After this, I moved to Norway, where the invisible hand does not reach.
YSJIZ5YOYOTHJPD= (roka@gs.smuglo.li)'s status on Friday, 19-Jan-2018 17:12:00 EST
YSJIZ5YOYOTHJPD=I believe that our present generation would easily master this danger if they were rightly led. For this generation has gone through certain experiences, which must have strengthened the nerves of all those who did not become nervously broken by them. Certainly in days to come, the 3d pigs will raise a tremendous cry throughout their newspapers, once the hand is laid on their favourite net. Once the move is made to put an end to this scandalous press and once this instrument which is public opinion is brought under weeb control and no longer left in the hands of aliens and enemies of the waifus. I am certain that this will be easier for us than it was for our fathers. The scream of the twelve-inch shrapnel is more penetrating than the hiss from a thousand 3dpd newspaper vipers. Therefore let them go on with their hissing.