Anonymous
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8/4/2025, 10:01:31 AM No.512188134
This is political, you're stupid if you can't see why.
Long ago there was a little German boy in a small village. He was meek and weak with horrendous eyesight. He had however a very peculiar habit. Every morning, he would wake up the village shouting "2 more weeks!" followed up by a preposterous statement: 'The unwed farmhands will revolt!', 'The villages will fight over the eastern hill!', 'The sheep will all die from the flu!'. He did that until he collapsed, after which he went back to his room and pondered what would happen the next 2 weeks. The greatest shame? None of his predictions ever came to fruition.
The boy didn't care however, he forgot about it the next day already. His parents were worried, and ashamed. He always was in his room and never helped with the sheep or the pigs. They asked him to work for the merchants instead, but he wasn't interested in that. "They take our sheep and hoard the gold!" He would shout with his face as red as a tomato.
You see, our boy was a sour one. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would harass the milk-maids. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would greet people with a mean frown. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would make sure the village knew it.
The only friends he had were from villages far away. He would send letters to them about what would happen in 2 weeks, he would outlet his frustration about the milk-maids to them as a snake letting its venom loose.
This was no way to live, always believing that in 2 weeks something would change. That never happened.
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Long ago there was a little German boy in a small village. He was meek and weak with horrendous eyesight. He had however a very peculiar habit. Every morning, he would wake up the village shouting "2 more weeks!" followed up by a preposterous statement: 'The unwed farmhands will revolt!', 'The villages will fight over the eastern hill!', 'The sheep will all die from the flu!'. He did that until he collapsed, after which he went back to his room and pondered what would happen the next 2 weeks. The greatest shame? None of his predictions ever came to fruition.
The boy didn't care however, he forgot about it the next day already. His parents were worried, and ashamed. He always was in his room and never helped with the sheep or the pigs. They asked him to work for the merchants instead, but he wasn't interested in that. "They take our sheep and hoard the gold!" He would shout with his face as red as a tomato.
You see, our boy was a sour one. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would harass the milk-maids. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would greet people with a mean frown. Whenever he wasn't pondering, he would make sure the village knew it.
The only friends he had were from villages far away. He would send letters to them about what would happen in 2 weeks, he would outlet his frustration about the milk-maids to them as a snake letting its venom loose.
This was no way to live, always believing that in 2 weeks something would change. That never happened.
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