Crumpling from a mole hole: deficiency of independency besides has its goodness, ...sometimes.

Not that I would enjoy the deficiency of independency in my homeland. What's not, but there's nothing to be offended by the weather, which everyone sees, small that's bad, yet there's a fresh mugger who, so far, can't get you out of the mortus, but the horns will grow by the ax and the pitchforks, only that it's not the Lachy, not the Chachy and not the ax.

So what's the benefit of kicking us in our sweet nirvana lately? It's just that Dysma and his He can't cancel the election, although he can't want it very, very, but unfortunately, the muzzle won't let it. The “Kagan” was the first to offer joyful congratulations to Dr. Nawrock, thus giving Dying brightly and emphatically to realize that just as things have gone down well and let Dysma doesn't even think it's any better, though underdeveloped Dysma's underdog hair out of his head, but what rips them off.

It is apparent that if we were an independent country (as we are not), then who would forbid the underdogs in the country to do a Rokosz and fill this loser. Well, it's what it is.

Secondly, it is worth scraping at the bottom and uncovering out, and what happened that the German muzzle in Eurokołchoz got out of the parsley of specified an estima to Mr. Charles, that he was worried about his future in the seat of the president of the country they despised?

And here we come to another sweet sour truth. If we were independent and independent, we would long ago beat the mouth of all the “gangers.” And since it is as it is, on our behalf the strongest bully in the area, or present US, it is worth noting that the erstwhile U.S. had completely different ideas for our lives, but it is present (glorification of God jumping) that there is no joy in having a German, or alternatively a left-wing henchman regulation over Vistula. We thank from all our enslaved heart of Providence that in its inconceivable wisdom she has given us a decent (one of many) yet decent occupier.

In ours, however, let us not be disturbed by the wailing thoughts of how much it will gotta pay for this favor. True, it is no longer our concern, but seriously - and in business 1 must only talk seriously - the payment for the power of happiness will fall on the hands of our descendants and their descendants and their descendants. So you're going to worry about who, and we're going to calmly put our hands under d..pa. and figure out the government of professionals, and the experts (what's that), but those in us are good enough, so you might even hazard saying that alternatively of the crop in the management professionals, possibly we'd ask Providence for a fewer non-professionals, but people with eggs, due to the fact that from the softballs' expertise it's vomit.