Step out of my house and my family away from a monthly average of 360 hours (15 days
complete), contributed to the treasury with a 40% of my salary, between direct taxes, indirect,
compulsory fees and other charges, work more than half of the year for the state. Payment
a school for my children, while funding public education system, I leave a nougat
in a private health policy, but my correspondent
fertilizer religiously tithe for many to take care.
From the second I'm not complaining (although no one recognizes it) and the first thing I
complain if it were not for public education is to put children in factories where ignorant
only emphasizes his indoctrination into a set of ewes without
sense.
Many are worse off than me. They get up at 6 am, return home when their children
go to bed, living with the daily threat of losing your work and make bobbin lace
for the fruits of their sacrifice vital allowed to make ends meet.
and others, increasing numbers are even worse. Have lost their jobs and retain
little hope of getting another.
all, somehow, we put a lot of money for you that are many, you
nourish our pasta.
For you, nothing incompetent executives, mediocre rulers of our
central state, live from our money.
elephantine You are part of a network of Ministers, State Secretaries, Directors General
, and parasites more than you can count on an army of consultants, you travel by car you reserve official and Business Class
in your personal trips with my money.
return, resultáis totally incapable of solving our problems, not
garantizáis our security both inside and outside Spain, we are not protegéis unemployment, nor lend any service
.
only happen to you rules to curtail our freedom, to watch us, frighten and
decide what is good for us.
You take possession of our public life Private and our money to complicate
life, and Paris-oriented policy to remain necessary, not allowing you to throw off the
.
To make matters worse, invent nonexistent problems, you face a society
reopening closed debates, legisláis for four, and you have the mug to pay a salary
fools of manual without any sense of ridicule that speak of " planetary events. "
all my money. You
, provosts of any of the seventeen glorious autonomous mini-states,
also live in my pasta. Some stories uploaded to impossible like the fable of Aitor, other
harvesters mystified about four years ago.
The other, a wheel of these, you have set a bar on ministries, directions,
branches, boards, embassies and other machines to spend. With my money, of course
is.
You use the dough that I make efforts to promote the lack of solidarity and sow hatred
Spain, you claim that your unlikely the historical rights awarded to
you can increase the host of your relatives, to buy votes with jobs finger. You live
permanent claim on a bike ride then it would fall if I stopped. You
, ticks, no minimum resistiríais exercise jurisdiction to
obtaining a job in the private sector, your only merit is to have thrived in the
structure of a political party. And now, live from my money.
What say you? Vermin class union. Freed of work, responsibility and
duty.
How many are you? Only in Madrid, 3,200; only your bargain Madrid comes to us
77 million taxpayers euros.
Why? For you to have the uniform or robe monkeys Brand. For you to walk in
a novel in which characters are the only ones, because they do not represent anyone, without going to
your job.
You do not have affiliates, do not you defend nothing, fear firmáis working conditions for your alleged
represented, you charge a fee for ERE's, or whatever it is, the
sangráis Currito the concept of " advice "when he put on the street do you dedicate to political
, Callais when thousands of hard workers lose their jobs for not disturbing others nipples
your rope, and you exercise the protest asymmetric depending on who governs.
not worth for anything, not arregláis nothing, nothing solucionáis not stand to defend anyone, some
so far have managed to bring your goings you have just
managers in your company ... and live in my pasta.
And do not forget you. Conceited "creators" mediocre art apotheosis presumed merit
subsidized freeloaders eligible. You also live in my pasta. I señaláis
eyebrow openly support who has made you at home, nourish your
my tax charmed life, and I'll insult.
If you vote the party that you like, you can call me "son of a bitch" if I share the Government
makes you you ask the manger to lock me in a sanitary belt, if
vote who does not cool you, call me murderer ... all that after this son of a bitch, a murderer and flesh
Health progress has been feeding you with their money, in exchange for clunkers
produzcáis infumables trying to win a 70 years after war or fit only for
that one can get rid of their complexes, some sexual.
You have achieved all my neighbors to be considered criminal and preventive
have to pay each time you buy a mobile phone, a printer, a computer ... You
who forced the machine so I should like to permitted to claim the tribute to
who is baptized, does the communion, get married or dancing in the town square, any day we
sangraréis in our funeral. Ye buccaneers creating middling
not venderíais not one of your stew in the private market
conseguiríais no funding or for a tenth of your scraps.
The vast majority of those who live in my contribution and Sirl, you would not be able to
mislead an investor to cover the midlands You place us. You live the story, and
guys put up while I meteis cool hand on your wallet.
Firmáis manifest for those who do not have the slightest legitimacy or moral high ground, and I
designáis self as the "world culture"; entregáis Peace roses for the murderers, clothe yourselves with
Palestinians between beach and casino, and you have a damn word to those who fell
dead with a bullet in the neck, unable to smell those roses delivery, while paying
your soirees and portrayed each time they buy a CD.
all my dough and you are many, more and more. And we increasingly
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