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Dec 2017
zyklon: ficken ratten!

we called them:  Swabians... sh-v'ab-b' and then the hollowing out either Y or I... szwaby... schwabian... you call one germ the other: something to be rid of.

have you noticed
how the multicultural
factions of "nation"
begin a rare
migration wave of invetment
in Darwinism
i.e. less primate
and more vermin...
how they... run away...
how they...
retain: scuttling like rats?!
who's the vermin now?
                   ficken ratten!
i still said that sour-***** made
sense with a kebab!
the acidity would have cut through
the fat!
ficken ratten!
          who's the vermin now?    
no matter...
              gas 'em out.
- and they better speak
proper Bedfordshire accenting
on their way out!
                           ******* vermin.

for someone who doesn't reach much journalism*

if one "they" read the story in
the english newspapers,
once upon a time not too long ago...
there is much more spite in
calling an ethnicity *vermin

then being lazy phonetically
and not invoking the suffix
           -stani...
                what, provoked by prickly
word shortening via
a mere prefix ****-?
                        no one budges when
Afghanistani is shortened to
afghan-...
          do i even need to make that
a prefix i.e. with a hyphen invoked?
obviously being misinformed
is the new: being "informed",
notably in a global world combating
local media, local affairs,
  local grievances...
           but no! word on the moon
counts as more than the word on
the street...
              and if you don't walk
the same streets as the person who walks,
breathes, speaks them,
what word of a citizen half way around
the world, actually differs from
the word of the politician
  to the local?
     apparently a private citizen half way
around the world has as much
power over a local citizen as
   the local politician has over him...
populism at its vaguest,
solitary confinement populism,
populism without a cause other than
the cause for individualism,
and the soon to impede claustrophobia
of the ultra-individuated "self"...
yes, that's "self", for sooner or later,
individuation will creep upon
abstracting into insignificance
           the point of a self to speak of.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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