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| I'm depressed over living and working in a capitalist nightmare world | |
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| Thus the overindulgence in alcohol will liberate your soul from the amoral degrading chains of capitalism. Comrade Bakunin spake: The dramshop is an escape route. Nicht war, Commie? | |
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| Another and the best escape route was social revolution. Thus also spake Comrade Bakunin my drunk anarchist friend | |
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| Burned by a sober Commie. Oh well. Das macht nichts... | |
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| Guess one brewski couldn't hurt. He means well and anyone who knows Bakunin is a good Comrade... | |
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