70 Years - Socailism?

[Volodya987]

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names don't bother me. When I went to my first high school, it was a class of 50, one Greek, me and the rest Nordics, who didn't even have to go to the chemist to put dead grass on their heads. Think of some original insults. I have hundreds of racist jokes which I leared from them/you.
Every time I look at a photo of my self, when I was small, I think, looking at the dead grass on my head, the Vikings must have raped my grand mother thousands of years ago. Thankfully it fell out. When I hitchhiked through Asia and Europe and Africa I let my hair grow long, and not having a hat, the sun killed my hair blond.
(My aunty, said to me, when I turned up at her place in Switzerland: "How unusual a black eyed blond."
I said "Don't be silly it's the sun that killed it."
When I got it cut she said:
"A. That's better. Looks more normal now").
The best compliment I ever got, was before I got it cut, from a young Nordic child, at a camping ground, on the shores of Lake GenF/LeMan/Geneve. He said "your hair is amazing. It comes out black, goes through all the colours of the rainbow, and ends up white". I hade an amazing time with this child's father. He was an Englishman, married to a Swedish lady, who were travelling in a beaten up old Mercedes and trailer, with their 5 children, aged from about 11 - 3.
I think he, and myself, are famous in GenF. Three days after dope was legitimised in this Canton, he took me into their main park, right on the corner of the Lake, sat me down and proceded to roll huge joints, which we took great pleasure in smoking. The funniest thing about this, was that he sat us down, not opposite, but at right angles. Every time I, looked behind us, there was some Swiss Secret Police man, caught in the act of just about to hide behind a tree, or sneeking from one tree to another, or trying to get close enough to us to listen to what we were saying. All we were talking about was sharing our respective life experiences. So, after a while they gave up. Then, a door in a building, about 50 yards from where we were sitting, opened and these 6 fat Swiss ladies came out dressed in dress, which I think, came from the 15th century, with hats and parasoles and petticoats, and danced for us. They were terrible dancers.
In my life story story I call this couple "The King Of Swedens daughter and her English husband." They were a fantastic pair.
The moral of the story is, I have no ill feeling for ANYONE, except those which produce KILLING FIELDS based on flawed logic and arrogant ethnocentricism. Every statement which I have, in my own, run over 'em like a bus, style, run over, has been disproved, logically, reasonably, and factually for thousands of years: eg you can't conquer foreign lands, because the Spirit of the land just won't have it. eg ape yabate ape & human born -pull the other leg, it plays jingle bells.
Volodya987

[Volodya987]

PS. Who stole the English King? The Queen of England, consorting with a mere Greek prince? My one liner:
Where's the King of England, did they brick him into Blackfriars Bridge?
Volodya987