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#4:
Borrell es ese señor crispado, corrupto, corrompible, comprado, con un sueldo de cojones que dice que con nuestro sueldo decenas de veces menor que el suyo nos tenemos que sacrificar y sacrificar, oye que dotes de liderazgo!
#1:
Borrell :The Master of War.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEmI_FT4YHU
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Comentarios
Borrell es ese señor crispado, corrupto, corrompible, comprado, con un sueldo de cojones que dice que con nuestro sueldo decenas de veces menor que el suyo nos tenemos que sacrificar y sacrificar, oye que dotes de liderazgo!
#4 exacto!
#4 y además, tontolculo
Borrell :The Master of War.
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Pobrecillo.
Dejo aquí esta maravilla de la literatura que revisito de vez en cuando: Un día en la vida de Josep Borrell
Desde su punto de vista la guerra tampoco tiene demasiados inconvenientes.
Donde vosotros veis masacres él ve oportunidades
¿Alguien me puede explicar como animales de cuatro patas consiguen puestos tan relevantes?
¿Es cuestión de tamaño de miembro o de la pasta que pongas sobre la mesa?
#8 Nadie les vota. Eligen a unos cuantos sin votación y luego hacen una preselección para que parezca que el proceso es democrático. Muchos de estos puestos se dan a dedo, para pagar servicios prestados, salen de sus países y les pagan unas vacaciones eternas con un despacho en Bruselas y coche oficial. No tienen que hacer nada, solo esperar que llegue el sueldo y el fin de semana. Todo lo que tienen que hacer les llega hecho de antemano. Se premia sestear, no hacer nada y dejar que lo que llega siga su curso. Los ponen para que no den problemas a los lobbies que en realidad gobiernan.
El fin de la guerra no les interesa para nada, se están forrando a espuertas gracias a ella, la van a alargar años.
#16 Diselo a Rusia que es la que invade y asesina. Ellos pueden pararla cuando quieran, todo lo demás son excusas.
La culpa es de Ucrania por no dejarse conquistar.
Ya estamos…. Pues igual era Cuestión de haber sido neutral y no forzar una escalada como la que se dio.
#9 los pronazis británicos opinaban lo mismo que tú, cuando Hitler invadió Polonia.
Borrel no ve.
Pero este señor ¿cuándo se va a jubilar?
#5 con lo que cobra?
#5 da igual, el que pongan será igual o más arrastrado a los intereses de EEUU
Deben de estar muy ocupados para interesarse por el fin de la guerra.
Cuanto cobra por esto?
Este es el nivel ejecutivo de España en la UE, un inútil como éste, y un vicepresidente que nunca va a ser presidente del BCE ni aunque se muera Largarde.