以后美国再指责中国，就当它放P好了。 美国的言论是自由的，可是没人听： TALk IS CHEAP.
你们还记得我们当年的袁大总统是怎么死的吗？据说是被人民给唾骂死的。现在看来，老袁还是有良知的。今天的美国尽管全民唾骂，狗剩还是依然如故，我行我素。这个素质，你真的无法逾越！难怪郎教授说狗剩找人的时候都是找那些木讷的人呢。你的棒子举起，我照样端我的饭碗吃饭。你骂你的，我吃我的。 不去狗剩走一趟，真是今生的遗憾。

在美国行动是有人听的，可是行动也会被媒体给掩盖起来。 前一段那位驾机英雄呢？WK(TM), 用生命来捍卫“勿自由，吾宁死“的信仰的勇士，媒体给悄悄的掩盖了！媒体也没有给个解释，还不如那位在UVA杀人的韩国兄弟拉风呢。

可以说，现在的美国，已经没有什么值得我国学习的地方了，除了欺骗就是欺骗。美国人骨头里充满了欺骗性，道德已经不能约束了。 教会呢，几乎不起什么作用了。 进了教会虔诚，出来就欺骗。要教会有什么用呢？

 

以前，人们期望更换政党来解决危机，带来希望。可是，现在换来换去都是一个样。越换越差，如果不是建国者留下的宏伟基石，美国早就玩完了。 靠狗剩去欺骗，靠FED关门偷偷印钱来稀释全世界，不知道能掩盖多久？

 

我看不远的将来，革命的风暴要来了。高尔基（Максим Горький）啊，快出来吧。过那么几十年，这世界就要折腾一下。

 

                  

 

Over the gray plain of the sea the wind gathers storm-clouds. Between the clouds and the sea proudly soars the stormy petrel, as a streak of black lightning.

Now the waves on wingtip touching, now as an arrow soaring to the clouds, he screams, and — the clouds hear joy in the bird's proud cry.

In that cry — the lust of the storm! The power of anger, flame of passion and certainty in victory hear the clouds in that cry.

The seagulls groan before the storm, — groan, toss over the sea and are ready to dive their terror to its depths.

And the loons also whimper, — the loons cannot attain joy of life's struggle: thunder of lightning-bolts frightens them.

The stupid penguin cowardly hides blubber in the rocks ... only the proud stormy petrel soars bold and free over the grey sea froth!

Ever darker and lower clouds drop to the sea, waves singing and rending the heights to meet the thunder.

Thunder rumbles. In pounding anger moan the waves, fighting the wind. See the wind grab waves in a lockhold, and in wild fury, throw them on the rocks, smashing emerald masses to drops and mist.

The stormy petrel soars with a scream, a streak of black lightning, as an arrow pierces the clouds, on wing-tip slicing the wave froth.

See him hover, like a demon — proud, black demon of the storm — he laughs, and cries ... he laughs atop the clouds, he cries with joy!

In the froth of anger — clever demon, — he has long heard weariness, he knows that the clouds won't cut the sun — no, the sun will triumph!

The wind roars ... Thunder rumbles ...

As a blue flame burn clouds over the sea's abyss. The sea catches arrows of lightning and snuffs them in her depths. As snakes of fire howling in the deep vanish those reflections.

— The storm! Soon will break the storm!

The bold stormy petrel proudly flies between the lightning and the frothing anger of the sea; now screams the prophet of victory:

— Let the storm burst forth in all fury!