Why Do My Joints Ache And Burn

Sheep worthy!!

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Sheep from all over Belgium, join us

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Of all the calves of the earth, the Belgians are the most mooing!

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calves and sheep. That is what we are, we Belgians.

More than seven months after voting for our party "democratic", we are resigned and helpless in this circus - the circus forgive me - which is offered by clowns - the clowns forgive me too - featureless, with no "face" without fabric.

Like a magician bottom floor, Boudin Di Rupo has exhausted all large strings of his paraphernalia "Tickle Me I laugh."

This when the portly leader of NV.A fun like a beer drinker's counter of a village station to taunt the calves we are.

And occasionally, a few thousand sheep in a country that has more than 10 million cattle and sheep, walk peacefully mooing and bleating.

When I see other people around us who take to the streets by hundreds of thousands for claim that we believe possess, ie democracy, I say we, we're not fucking defend this dear old lady is democracy, the very one that has cost us thousands of sacrifices and deaths.

Some died for nothing?

calves, I tell you we are!

And if tomorrow we must be reminded to vote, we, sheep and calves bleating will return and we will vote for those here even that, clowns and magicians bottom floor, take us for what we are: Calves!

We are earthworms and we crawl before these politicians without breadth and without content.

They know, those little political pettiness does not kill. They know we belons in the meadow, but as we remain the wisest and the most submissive in the world.

I do not read the pages of the Belgian newspapers. I do not look or RTBF RTL.

I am with my fellow Belgians, now a slug crawling.

I am subject as you all. I am a coward who deserves what happens to him and suffers the law and without petty political patter.

And if in a final burst of dignity, I get up tomorrow to a crowd staggering 4 million Francophones.

Millions repeating in chorus: "Let us separate us now and untied Flanders and the Flemings."

us suffer ten years, twenty years.

Serrone our belts, eat less, buy less, work more, but take our destiny.

Let calves and sheep worthy.


Signed

A Veal
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