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The moralists are all monsters. I don’t understand what the problem is, the fear... that someone might praise Mussolini or someone else might beat up a homeless person? But who says, where is this positive relationship between praising Mussolini and beating up a homeless person? Do you think an Evola would beat a homeless man? Malaparte? La Rochelle? Dostoevsky? Anyway, these are too complicated concepts, not for you; you trivialize them, you make them more ugly. Practically 70% of European intellectuals for two centuries (to put it simply... because it has been this way since Kant) have been reactionaries, people seeking organicity, not to abstract... even those you think (idiotically) are on the left are actually reactionaries and you're still worried about someone praising Hitler? My God, you have something else to think about. And then we are in a democracy... because, for the sake of absurdity, why can't a person praise Hitler? Because he will beat up a homeless person? Come on, you suck. That’s the point. With affection, though, eh. Smack.

Incredible how certain things never change. One no longer visits debaser, just because they don’t have the desire, because time gets taken away, and if they do visit, they try to look around as little as possible; and then one shows up, just as they hadn’t before, and finds the things from the past. It’s a bit like coming home after months of traveling, almost having forgotten everything, only remembering the smell of your mother’s lasagna. And you open the door and your mother has just made lasagna for you. The idiocy and despair of Punisher are one of the cornerstones of debaser. A perfect reviewer and reviewed for the object in question. Emblematic aphorism: "cultura di destra (che ossimoro!)."

worn out, but worn out, months ago. these are the nerds I like.

I search for the book even though the idea of school as a tool for indoctrination is an ancient theory, and many have addressed and elaborated on it... more than a theory, it is, in fact, a given. Above all, school, with its evaluations— which instill calmness, provide a precise placement, and eliminate any curiosity regarding who is the object of that evaluation—serves those who don't serve; it serves those emasculated individuals who need the support of the world, the state, the psychologist... in short, the modern abstract man.

marked. I respect you.

Cute, but psychedelic not even remotely. If you put it in the sink, splash some acetone, set it all on fire while keeping the bathroom door closed... maybe, after a while, this record will become psychedelic.

anonymous at first listen. that thing from the '70s, then, usually, is said by those who listen to the same three things made in the '70s. I don't know, it's better to mind your own business.

there's only one special one. let's not kid ourselves.

It's nice. Cute, a couple of pieces, then they get tiring.Same problem with the no age.

really, truly a piece of crap. if he had stopped at the first part, just the she-wolf, it would have been a strong story, but in the long run it’s so boring, so boring, that the New Year’s speech, in comparison, is nothing. anyway, the much-praised McCarthy is a little writer. as soon as I find the courage I’ll pick up The Road and let’s see. as for the rest, this frontier trilogy is a load of crap. just screenplays, and the psychological depth is zero, as if he were writing from the distant 1600s. as a screenwriter, he’s not bad (even though ‘Cavalli Selvaggi’ as a film is better than the book), but as a writer he writes like shit made of lead hay bales, covered in ten-penny nails. it’s just that people don’t like to read. that’s all. better Tex.