Well...she should've told that to those Chernobyl and Pripyat children,
who used to come every summer to our neighbour town for free therapy.
(Finnish goodwill at its best!)
They're all grown-ups now, of course...and still very much "enjoying"
the lovely lovely, very personal consequences of getting irradiated.
Those still alive, that is...
Maybe the response she would've gotten could have changed her outlook.
Bollocks!
Kiss my bony ass.
So, after paying the punishment-€ for being too poor, I got my electricity
back yesterday. I've got one lamp, one stove, one stereo for old vinyls.
(Plays CD's too...)
Oh, and the bathroom lighting, of course.
10 minutes of Mrs Whatshername's glorious TV life would feed, clothe and
shelter me for weeks.
Not to be self-righteous or smug - I'm exactly the same asshole as the next
guy - but:
Just where is the problem?
Where the solution?
F**k off, all you fascist whores!!!

Stay the f**k out of my sight!