King of Queen's
- Mar 4, 2011
*Rabble Rabble Mk. I*
Swatch at thes ravin' madness. Thes cheil woods be beaten by Adam Smith afair Hume took a shiv tae heem as Keynes oversaw th' process an' Hayek sauld tickets. Thes cheil is th' epitome ay th' fears ay Marxism an' th' definition ay wa th' sassenach shaa meit their doom by their ain hans. A cheil willin' tae seel his ain mammy fur a large enaw profit, he has th' moral compass ay a benk an' is only half as interestin'.*Rabble Rabble Mk. II*
Turn back, less ye become radicals loch heem. dae ye enjoy bein' cared fur, bein' able tae nae bankrupt yerself an' withholdin' th' ability tae wark fur fa ye choose? 'en turn awa'. A cheil blessed by th' Hain ay Hayek, he leaves nae staine unsauld. Morality shaa be sauld tae th' lowest bidder as th' starved masses ur crushed under corporate jackbit. Ah will barnie side by side wi' th' Red Vanguard, mah hated enemy, afair Ah allaw th' Cult ay Hayek tae ned mah freedoms an' enslae myself an' mah bairns.
Overthraw thes radge cheil, by economic, social an' violent means. tear doon th' posters, burn th' banners, sit alecht th' headquarters, an' purge th' cult. By God an' th' Pope, he seeks tae instill a new religion upon th' British Isles! Barnie against th' white hain oan black, barnie against Enewaldites at every opportunity. Fur th' glory ay Scootlund! Deus Vult!
(Look at this raving madness. This man would be beaten by Adam Smith before Hume took a shiv to him as Keynes oversaw the process and Hayek sold tickets. This man is the epitome of the fears of Marxism and the definition of why the English shall meet their doom by their own hands.
A man willing to sell his own mother for a large enough profit, he has the moral compass of a bank and is only half as interesting. Turn back, less ye become radicals like him. Do you enjoy being cared for, being able to not bankrupt yourself and withholding the ability to work for who you choose? Then turn away.
A man blessed by the Hand of Hayek, he leaves no stone unsold. Morality shall be sold to the lowest bidder as the starved masses are crushed under corporate jackboot. I will fight side by side with the Red Vanguard, my hated enemy, before I allow the Cult of Hayek to steal my freedoms and enslave myself and my children.
Overthrow this mad man, by economic, social and violent means. Tear down the posters, burn the banners, set alight the headquarters, and purge the Cult.
By God and the Pope, he seeks to instill a new religion upon the British Isles! Fight against the White Hand on Black, fight against Enewaldites at every opportunity.
For the Glory of Scotland! Deus Vult!)