We are our own idols mass. We all look walking down the street. That our tastes are correct, if everyone were like us, the world would be much better. What we do is right. To rectify our action would be foolish to escape from the straight path toward self-perfection. That we ourselves enough, autarkic, self-taught, automatons. Daily masturbation, love of neighbor with a dropper.
Our eyes are on the central point of view and other views are secondary. Think of a way, nobody is going to convince you otherwise, indeed, we do not need or hear other opinions, we know innately that our thinking is correct. We know that our God is true that our system is necessarily the best, that our race is superior, that we are the kings of the terrestrial fauna.
If there is an identity, a rich culture, a valid address, these are ours. If a team deserves to win is ours. If there is a good stew, is what makes our mother. If there are people dying of hunger, is ours.
If anyone deserves to lose the war, is always the enemy, is always the loser.
We are tolerant, respect the other, but honestly, we are the best. The others did not deserve it, is most searched for being poor, being immigrants, being disabled, being Muslim, being atheists, be environmental, be minorities.
Whisper: OTHERS, are what make this world beautiful, smiling with a half smile Etruscan.
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