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The entire twentieth century was devoted to the search for a universal language, a shared utopia. For the sake of common language wars were fought, the city was bombed, collected internationals - and the common language there. Don't you think that the total mutual incomprehension - the best environment for the emergence of a dictatorship? Imagine that you can apply to all people. Suppose the Lord gives you a chance to speak - one chance - what you can say? What language to speak? What to do socially significant? Buy Faberge eggs? To expose the lie of the Senator? Grab one of the policeman in the ass? Paramount, no doubt, but will come if the message of every heart? A long way from the ass to the heart? Ah, everyone is on your answer. No common language - neither in art or in social life, in politics, anywhere. But the clapper still remains. And the people in the town square listening to him. Society exists in spite of globalization and corporate morality, in defiance of contemporary art and financial capitalism. People - resistant creatures: you tell them about the ass, and they are drawn to the bells.

Legitimacy is not justice or right in an absolute sense; it is a relative concept that exists in the subjective perceptions of people. All regimes capable of effective action must be based on some principle of legitimacy. <...> As explained by Socrates in the "Republic" of Plato, not even in a gang of robbers must exist some principle of justice under which it is possible to divide the booty. Legitimacy therefore is the cornerstone of even the most unjust and murderous dictatorship. <...> The legitimacy of the dictator can come from many sources: from personal loyalty on the part of cherish the army to a sophisticated ideology that justifies his right to rule.

- She will fly like everyone else. She realizes that her desire may not be in the way of the desires of all of us. And all those who stayed home. This is a democracy.
- ... Maybe she really should go home?
- What - really need? More than you? More than me?
- Everyone understands it differently. And I doubt if we have the right, even if we have more, to impose will on another.
Stupid and empty words! If all agree, progress can not be. Often in human history the minority to impose its will on the majority. And how imposed. And rebellious - to the wall.

The purpose of my life was the destruction of communism, the unbearable dictatorship over the people.

Somoza may be a sonofabitch, but he's our son of a bitch.
As a Nicaraguan might say, he's a sonofabitch but he's ours.

Of the dictatorship not obsessing about it or digest it, or not: it is a question of digestion. I immediately realized that not digest.

Our propaganda depicted the fugitive such a fiend that even the name "Nureyev" to say the Soviet people were afraid. Any form of communication with the incomparable dancer threatened the darkest nevprawima consequences. Through the decades it is hard to imagine. But you live then, not now, brave people...

In my heart there is no place for hatred. My fate was exile and loneliness - something I never imagined and the last thing he wanted.

History shows that dictators always end badly.

Yeah, sure... Talk about "hope". Here it is - real Philadelphia 2029. For 4 years we hold hostage in our own city, but some of us finally woke up. Forget about "peacemaking" is a war on our own soil. Every day more people are lost - only God knows that K. N. A. doing with them. In the Wastelands of our life hangs in the balance, but there we were. And here - "yellow zone": all under heavy guard. So we hide in plain sight, blend in. We are right under their noses, preparing to strike. Maybe now they are on a horse, but we still have a couple tricks up my sleeve. Remember: the revolution is everywhere and nowhere. You are the revolution.

Confirmed news about the daring attack on the underlying stock she in Montrose. Although the Resistance suffered heavy losses, the job is rated as an undisputed success. The bravery and sacrifice of these men and women will never be forgotten, however, and our enemies did not hesitate to answer. In the whole area of occupation, it increases security measures and forces the population to give members of the Resistance. A lot of people "lost", there are reports of torture and executions. Some perspective of the uprising scares - they are afraid of repression and knock on the door at night. But freedom always got us a high price. We need to stick together. Now or never. You were the "Voice of Freedom".

Yesterday afternoon, North Korean units. carried out a RAID on the town of montrose, Colorado. They stated that they did this with the aim of attacking civilian targets of little value. However, the actions of the American guerrillas did not deserve such a response. The blood of innocent people flowed through the main street. Your family and friends shot like animals on the hunt. Reported that one of the Resistance cell in Montrose after a fierce firefight managed to escape. I can only hope that the patriots got to one of the safe zones in the abandoned suburbs. And whatever their fate, we will continue to fight. Don't believe the lies that spread controlled by the Korean media. The channel of truth - is we, the "Voice of Freedom".

But, according to Barwala, Urfin and he had some joy, becoming the ruler of the emerald city. Feeding dishes, cook watched as the dictator sat at the head table, sullenly listening to the flattering speeches of courtiers and he seemed no less lonely than when he was a simple carpenter in the country of the Munchkins. Probably, it was easier to attract the hearts of the people than now when they all hated him or hit him only benefits.

Having mastered the Emerald city, Urfin jus thought long and hard over how he is to be called, and eventually settled on the title that looked like this: oorfene the First, the mighty King of the emerald city and neighboring countries, the Lord whose boots violate the Universe... He called into the throne room of RUF Bilan and several courtiers of the higher ranks, and, trembling with pride, said the title. Then he ordered Bilan:
- Again, Mr. chief state steward!
Short and plump RUF Bilan was flushed from fear of the stern gaze of master and muttered:
- Oorfene the First, the mighty King of the emerald city and improvised countries, the Keeper, boots of which abut into the Universe...
- Bad, very bad! - said sternly Urfin jus and turned to the next, you, the superintendent of the shops of the city of merchants and stalls of the market vendors!
That, then stammered:
- You should call oorfene the First, the predominant King of oz and sitting around all the countries, whose boots trample of the Universe...