Trudging your way through the stagnant Swamp of Equality, you can already see the People's Spire looming above the trees, when your foot catches on something and you almost fall into a reeking pool. You realize a little Asian skeleton is clutching your leg, one of millions who were lured into the egalitarian utopia of the grave by necro-marxist deceit. "Why are you different?" It mutters, and a cacophony of moans wells up: "Come join us... Criticize yourself... Comrade, may I have some oats..."
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29/11/2024