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Annul the teaching of history all over the world.




Annul the teaching of history all over the world.



It’s all lies.

Just an example. And I’m sure any bright-eyed student, or at least gifted with a moderately unbiased brain, could find many more — especially if the student belongs to a defeated nation, like the Catalonians, by a congeries of nationalistic racists from farcefrance and asspain repeatedly destroyed (and yet in the final analysis indestructible.)

Cristòfor Colom (Christopher Columbus) never wanted anything to do with those shoddy shits, the thieving cast-ill-willians.

He strenuously despised (and even, in spite of the risk, secretly wrote it and left it written, braving, if found out, immediate torture and death at the paws of the inquisitorial cast-ill-willian thugs around the enemy crown, for remember Columbus was a Catalonian, a natural enemy of the filthy thieving cast-ill-willians,) he despised eagerly the stingy shitty miserly beggarly niggardly isabella of cast-ill-will — a most repugnantly diseased and awfully hypocritical whore.

Don’t fucking believe the pious vomit cast by the cast-ill-willian liars. Historians my ass. Their published bumpf is all a stinking bucketful of diarrheic ill-willed lies.

Colom went on a trip and (all predictably) found a better route to America in order to vindicate and further himself above all. He was just an out-of-luck entrepreneur testing the waters in search of the a better deal. As an aside, if in vindicating himself and earning for himself a fortune (later robbed by the thieving cast-ill-willians, of course,) Catalonia became still greater in its legendarily heroic fame all around the world, fine. But then the inquisitorial machine clicked into gear — by altering maps and original writings, and by trickery and betrayal, and above all by the inquisitorial crimes and the usual murderous shenanigans, the thieving avaricious cast-ill-willians dispossessed the rightful discoverers of the new routes, dispossessed the peaceful Catalonian mariners and conquerors, and substituted them with their cruel-minded, ignorant, cheap cast-ill-willians thugs. They faked all papers and maps, they subverted history, as they’ve done all their fucking life, they obscured all facts, they suppressed as many Catalonian texts as they could rob with their avaricious claws (even as recently as yesterday they continued robbing the Catalonian documents, they continued destructing them, they refused to give back those they held buried in the nazi city of Sal-af-manka, with the S officially and shamelessly spelled in the figure of a swastika,) they went to such ludicrous lengths as to erase the Catalonian names in the Latin texts, putting instead of the noble Catalonian names repugnant spic ones, and to mess the drawings accompanying those texts, painting over the Catalonian colors of the flags of the Catalonian vessels (Catalonian the builders and owners, Catalonian the whole crew,) and substituting the star and the four red-mud irrigating rivers in a field of ripe wheat of the millenarian Catalonian flag with idiotic, meaningless dead greens and grays, the colors of shit, the colors of cast-ill-will.

Don’t believe all this drivel they feed you in history class. It’s well-known that history is written by the murderers in order to top and compound their misdeeds by scorning the murdered — and if not directly by the murderers, too stupid even to write a few stupid facts, by lying meretricious pseudointellectuals (bent on returning to monstrous inventions, like the nationalistic nineteen century hodge-podge kettlefuls of rotten fish farcefrance and asspain were from the start, archaic dystopias, hellish places only amassed in order to recruit more peasants and workers for their avaricious wars,) creepy glaucous envious ghouls, those emetic historians, whose vocation is to be a murderer but whose nerve is snot — maybe the poisonous snot with which they write the histories they then feed the unsuspecting brats, made stupid and murderous from the word go (the first word a lie, and the last a lie, and, in-between both bookend lies, just more outrageous lies…)

Remember: neither asspain nor farcefrance ever existed until the nineteen century nationalistic racist bands of profit-eager criminals made it a lying fascist so-called “nation” — that’s why when speaking about Columbus it’s a lie to name asspain as anything approaching actuality — asspain didn’t exist then, not even in murderous project, as unfortunately it exists now, though only in the sick minds of shitful fascists. The enemy then was cast-ill-will, with the diseased whore isabella at their head — and their language, deceitfully called nowadays in some stupid quarters asspainish, was and is only the cast-ill-willian lingo or dialect, also named spic, whose disgusting sounds everybody shirks and spurns as the devil.

Let’s amend all lies. Until all lies have been exposed, better not to teach other stuff than factual science… And beautiful stuff on the side: music, poetry, dance…

So-called history is at its blandest a list of dogmatic bigoted pap; at its most dangerous, a virulent shot of infantilizing jingoism that can only lead to murder and retaliation and war.





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