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ROYO ROYO Thus Spoke SIMONASTRO

Pending the publication of a new article by Simon Royo, today we discussed this very special entitled

Hymn to anarchist

(

Rebelión January 23, 2004)
"I'm going to start smoking again, without ceremony, so fuck me, for to pay for treatment of my lung cancer you will have to work more»
So begins, dear bloggers
Royo-
, one of the warmest texts written by Simon

Royo. You know that Christmas is coming and nothing like the manifesto of Simon to set in the warm spirit of harmony and universal love bring these intimate dates. Barely noticed us, we are witnessing the birth of a new faith which guides light the way for future generations. Witnessing the dawn of a new era engendered by the sacred power of the word:
Thus Spake
Simonastro
... ta, taaa, ta-taaa taahh ... (now, now, Royo-bloggers, you must turn to play the chords sound .)

Strauss, Dawn



Or better yet, behold this Simonastro
down from the mountain:

? Not so long ago post on the net! Do you lack time? Should you scrub your summaries of Protagoras for which you pay your bequita's plugged in? How is it that we have thus abandoned? "In these days? Where are your articles that warn of capitalist consumerism of Christmas? Do not want to remind as miserable as we are to give our children a toy and watch their little eyes shining on the eve of Kings? Do not insult us by meeting our friends and family? Yeah, man, you tell us that we are mired in nihilism bourgeois comfort, a slave alienated by the system, cowards who do not kill or violate in the name of Islamic revolution, red-Rojitas ... Púrganos of our problems: a Please. gotta spread the iconoclasm of capitalism and religious imagery. For God, that the stalls are offending Muslim immigrants! By God, Santa Claus or Saint Nicholas or Christmas tree Germanic are another example of the jaws of globalization! By God, the winter solstice is white and Eurocentric! What the child was well looked ecstatic how lit lights of the giant Christmas tree in New York? Ah, yes, now is a mosquito bug on her forehead hold a gritty grooves that seems to be eighty-aged. No child today should enjoy as you enjoyed yourself: that is your religion of resentment
We transfixed by the joy of receiving the teachings of our solitary thinker, Walker road ever trod by human experience. Oh, you,
der Wanderer, you throw the light to shine in it. We declare your most fervent supporters.
Can there be any religion without sacred texts? "No masses or preaching? Where do you hide,
Simonastro
.
Without your eyes of "cross-eyed basilisk " Simonastro
, we are poor orphans. We ask that threaten your teeth dull blonde who commit statutory rape with the philosophy and the "fine literature" and that they take away your dignity and use them as your speeches intellectual farce anarchists as the aforementioned "Hymn to
anarchist."

Go with the anthem! It sometimes happens that someone who intends to change the world with filthy texts do not even have the willpower to kick an addiction as common as smoking. It's easier to blame the entelechy of the multinationals to take their own weakness of spirit.




What pleasure to smoke! What joy to note how I break a lung alveoli to give a deep drag! What a miserable world in which we kill and seek benefits only multinationals is live!



so easy, yes sir. And then you have a fit of badness Nietzsche and heptálogo you give us this as a mockery of Mosaic Law:



1.No love God and hate any all subservience to god, institution or man.

2.Tomarás misuse the name of any God and sanctify every day as holidays.

3.No will work towards the benefit of individual persons but only in the self or the collective.



4.No Honor your father and your mother, not only will follow the customs of your tribe.

uncensored 5.Pensarás around and give free rein to your desires. Kill, fornicate and steal everything you can without giving the bones in jail.

6.Levantarás true testimony against covet your neighbor and your home and property, they are all stolen.

7.Desearás a woman (or man) of others and all other women (or men), even the (or) that lives with you. For no one is wholly owned by anyone.

When you put "hard" macho, you're so sexy ... If it were not more than one has tested the pain of your fists, we could laugh at your bravado. To employ the term "fornication." Uuuhh, so strong, why irreverent uuhh, use biblical terminology of "town hall" to shock us with your sexuality dysfunctional. What fantasies so uplifting! How manly! Priapic drive much crazy! And you "philosopher" who thinks "uncensored", uuhh. It can not stand! 're so ... so simonástrico!

One day we decided to descend from the cave in which moraste for years to share with the rest of us your superhuman. We must rid ourselves of our prejudices and bourgeois morality. Sure, sure. Alas, mankind does not understand you because you are not prepared to capture your message and the only wire artist who stumbles listens and is killed. It's so hard the path to superhuman! It's so amazing that you try to imitate the philosopher Flounder boom that has despised mediocrity and boredom of stupidity! worth to talk about your "Bat-cave." Anyone visiting the room of your house you will see that is full of "intellectual gadgets" strategically placed. What is most striking is a cheap replica of a stele Sumerian Gilgamesh -nor the British Museum, which verifies your "interest" in ancient history. Lie restrained on the shelf right next

Cervantes to Shakespeare ; There, many Platos Gredos publisher of protruding pieces of paper (gad, your precious little notes of diligent philosopher!), In the corner, another

Plato
publisher Aguilar but the sausage in a library (the footprint of the label reveals that actually steal back, arguing that nothing belongs to anyone). And why not, you will meet many, many volumes of Bakunin
... Every piece of paper is a picture of your intellectual armor: it is the habitat of the emperor's clothes invisible. Some boast of a car, others beautiful wife, trophies and athletes chosen few-the-line model their biotope with their complex thinker ...

must be very hard. And,
Simonastro on your shoulders rests the fate of mankind. You're tired. It's natural. So you write:



No one with less strength of mind that good Rousseau, whose large vacillations of mind and a high sensitivity have led to frequent disturbances, despite tears and not because of them succeeded, heroically, write great lines. Bourgeois bastard! They kill and then you render them worship! Tribute to so and so, the centenary of Somebody's niece, exposure vanghocito ... Begging, marginality, madness and repression remains castor oil for most of the anarchists, for those who do not give either the Capital or the State, for those who have stayed forever without breathing space and always have been swept to the outside. Those are the best! Those were the best! I have not the nerve to pretend to be one of them. Oh, madcap twist ... If we allow it, we would like to introduce the final orders of the new anarchist posthumanistic for fixtures in 2007:


I Simonastro declare that:

embody absolute evil as capitalism and the Western democracies: why I write in support of dictators in the world


The Jews are a caricature of capitalism: why I'm anti-Semitic


burguesonas Feminists are a bad f * ll * d * s: I'm so macho

  • Gays and lesbians are a capitalist construct: for that I'm homophobic
  • Muslim intellectuals calling for a progressive improvement of democratic values \u200b\u200band human rights, as Orhan Pamuk and Jahanbegloo-are negligible, so I am Islamist
  • Infibulation, stoning, tribal courts and the militia are trademarks cultural terrorism on behalf of companies not globalized: why I am a cultural relativist
  • grammars and dictionaries are written by bourgeois academics: why I write as a functional illiterate
  • The public school is a machine that generates slaves why am ignorant
  • Thus says the true Simonastro
    :
  • Simonet, do not forget,
    Gott is tot ...

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