This is the third day of the new, year and days are equally dark and miserable as days before the fireworks and drunk people filling streets with hoarse screams, scaring dogs and cats who do not understand the collective madness that grips people by celebrating peace with thunder. Most of my friends are dead and yes, we danced around the golden calf, we wanted it all, we got illnesses and old age.
The third day of the new, year and it is the same old ****, car bombs exploding, a WikiLeaks no one reads as the truth is bothersome enjoy yourself; our democratic system is going down the drain and no one will look up and see when they are swamped by an alien culture and the darkness. We have been conquered by our lack of respect for our system and not a rifle shot has been fired. Kneel down you infidels; there is a minaret in every town.