‘Soy un perdedor’: Aristocratic Nightmares
<p>Once you establish contact with The Upstairs Network, the sniper man never surrenders. No matter how many times you ‘stick ’em up’. No matter how many times you wave the white flag. No matter how many bag searches and strip searches. No matter how many times they pat you down and raid your home.</p>
<p>And the audience love it, they’re gagging for it. They’re thinking, ‘yes — law and order. Where would we be without cops?’</p>
<p>For me, I’d only be as free as the white man will allow. For the audience, well… they’d turn on themselves. A thick pile of tasty, pasty white membrane.</p>
<p>You think the cops are for you. Well, let me tell you something, Dave: they don’t respect you no matter how many times you yell the National Anthem alone in your room, wanking off to the King.</p>
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