had written a lengthy post on pleibiscito for the revocation of the amnesty law. He had written about shame and filth and cowardice and horror, and the opportunity to clean up a bit. On the terrible memories of 1989 when me disgusted to live in Uruguay. On the revulsion that I produced advertising images of "Yes, boys and girls with smiling produced by advertisers morons who still do not understand, to twenty years of those cops who danced with green tights, as if the Green vote was the legalization of joint-that he was talking about a serious and tragic issue. On a left Frente that means nothing to me, is going to vote for a candidate that you feel sorry for the "oldies" repressive prison and did not move a fucking hair of his mustache to do something for the vote to the pink slip . On these militants imbeciles who care more voters humiliate the traditional parties, like a football game, that clean the filth to be known as a country complicit in torture. On the history rewritten by the winners now, and once again appealing to the theory of the two demons, but now embellished as the story of St. George and the Dragon. About not confused or confuse the issue with the vote by letter, to which I am totally opposed and election speculation was proposed by two minutes without thinking about its fundamental injustice. On my affection for the emigrants and my desire to stay out of my life if they will not share it. On silence, on communication, on the rare historic opportunity to make a fateful moment in which democracy became a river of shit.
But it's not worth at this stage of things post something so long, partly because of the complications of reading and, above all, for simplicity of the case. I mean, no, vote and eliminate the pink slip that rotten law. Scare the curse.
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