Fat, isn't it? besides fat? Disgusting headline, huh? Well, there is simply a majesty greater than past rulers. A simple white rose may offend, a fewer stars on a black background, and even a simple cap. You have no thought what might offend this majesty. I'm telling you, you have no idea. due to the fact that the majesty of the mob can offend anything I think of, and my imagination is close to divine. After all, I am His disheartened son.
I'm missing the point, 'cause I got furry to compose it. It's gonna be a small different than it was expected to be. Yeah. Anyway, writing my column, I put it that way due to the fact that they're inscrutable in mainstream, and I'm standing on my face so I don't offend the majesty. I don't think I can, due to the fact that it's truly hard for me. Harder than punctuation. I cut myself better, like the guys in the vagina, off this street, which I forgot her patron. It's just that my synapses are sparking. I can feel the power, I'm telling you. You'll feel it. Just a minute.
As a substance of fact, Kaczyński chose to elect all those with whom I have always not been a stranger. And now, and 30 years ago, and 2 1000 years ago, too. But, let's take this Earth scenario:
Let's just say time went back. It's 3 or 4 decades back. Kaczyński and Tusk are just getting caught up in politics, and we went for a walk. Let's go, people pass us, and I'll show you my finger: this writer, and this one, no. This, yes, this, no. It's just: I can odor them and I can see halos above them. Saints themselves, and most of all they like playing games with me. I turn them on. Always the same.
Under the erstwhile article, Janko wrote a beautiful commentary ending with a prickly punch. It's my pronoun for the country of origin. I can't disagree with his comment, but in the context of the discussion with Almec's comment, where he led the argument that I don't love the country of origin due to the fact that I didn't usage the pronoun 'our', I'll give the saloon solution:
If Poland were my country, there would be views along the highways, as for Vlad Tepes, and Almec in the social act would piles for his idols. And I want to laughter due to the fact that I know that most people like it. Not even the kind of people who want to burn. I'm telling you, it would be. possibly it's better that this isn't my country and I don't regulation here, huh?
Disgrace is not hate. possibly it's close to any people, but to me, no. Basically, I don't head the mob, even the contempt I can let go, but he needs to realize that:
Even if I'm not surviving in the palace and I don't have bags of money, I don't gotta identify with him and I can live my own way. Not according to the delusions of mobs or his saviours, but as I wish.
Now to the point:
Skłodowska-Curie conducted correspondence with Einstein for 2 decades. They met in 1911 at the Solvaya legislature in Brussels. Einstein was 32, he had to wait for fame. Skłodowska 44 and 2 Nobles in the account. Here is simply a passage from Einstein's letter to Skłodowska from 1911:
'I am convinced that you will always despise this mob, whether it is pretending to respect or trying to satisfy your desire for sensation at your expense! I feel obliged to express my admiration for your spirit, energy and integrity, and to tell you how fortunate I was to meet you personally in Brussels (...) If the mob continues to take care of you, just don't read the nonsense, but leave it to the reptiles for whom they originated.
The context of the letter's content is the attack on Skłodowska due to her sexual promiscuity. A direct affair with a married man.
If Almec puts the thesis on the basis of the pronouns I use, I'll let myself buy a fewer too.
If Einstein recommended contempt for the mob to his friends, that means he despised the mob, too.
If Almec is to refute this thesis, I'm to refute the thesis about the pronoun. If he writes that he's giving up, I'm going to refute his thesis about the pronoun. If he doesn't do anything, I'll treat his thesis like air.
And now Skłodowska-Curie's letter to Einstein (fragment):
'Your letter has greatly disappointed me. It seems to me that the reason you give to justify your resignation (from the Commission) is unconvincing. It is precisely due to the fact that there are dangerous and harmful views that must be combated, and the Lord can exert considerable influence in this respect by himself Your individual values, not even having to engage in the fight for tolerance...'
This time in the context of Einstein's resignation from the Commission's membership in the League of Nations. Einstein bent and joined the committee.
See that drama? The Savior had one, too. He despised his disciples, and if you don't know that, what is your faith? He despised, and yet... you know how it was. Well, as a boy of God, he had the right to despise, didn't he? I'm just saying, don't deny it, just like Peter, his. That's all.
Finally, specified a loose thought about the subject of the full text:
I'm thinking, if I didn't know that a female was different from a man not only that she had a gap between her legs and tits, if I couldn't fold a fewer sentences, and my brain was besides tight to realize the consequences of what I was saying, I wouldn't have fucked myself in life.
Maybe, somewhere, I'd find any dumb-ass and say not very beautiful girl, even though they're not coming, or possibly I'd beat the crap out of me by cursing my maker? How about I jump in the park like a sheep on any woman, due to the fact that I wouldn't even think I'd get the boys under a cell behind my panties. I'm afraid to think what would happen if...
How about I sit on gossipy portals and compose comments about Doda being ugly, with crooked legs, shitty tits and all that? And all ugly women, these actresses, models, influencers. All the fucking slanted tits on silicone, or pies, or besides soft or besides hard. Oh, how stupid! It's bottomless.
It's hard not to despise whatever you think of me and who you think I am. I tell you, it's hard for me to hide contempt.
It's getting harder...
