Now that once again is elected, the dictator populi, raged are the supporters of the opposing flank; thus they march in despair and hope to Katagalan, that field of war. And war did they unveil with torrents of tears and blasphemy: "inritus are the ballots", cried the mob, "until our demand for recount be sated, the war goes with no end." Flags of azure they wave, words of iustitia they plead, yet but by all the magicianess of the broadcasting media, whose craft in usurping light into darkness and sadness to mockery remain undefeated throughout human history, hath turned this battle into, delightfully a Sunday parade. See, amongst this siege, facing Katagalan from his palatial frame, the re-chosen one sighs whilst he mourns the loss of flesh, a cut 4 inches wide, of which the occisor is vague only to those who do not contemplate. And see! how far and wide has the rumor spread, from the mouth of Moungar to the toes of Kenting, that speaks of conspiracy, treachery, delinquency, if not the dawn of demo-crazy. Throughout this island of Rome a Palatine of ancient feudality, the fire seeded long-ago, hath blossomed full this year spring. Amidst this storm, who may discern what's true or what is falsity? For if truely is here a wise man, he must say: "Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!" *** NOTE: the dark-yellow words are in Latin :) here are translations: dictator populi: people's dictator inritus: invalid, uneffectual iustitia: justice, equality occisor: murderer "Stultior stulto fuisti, qui tabellis crederes!" : Idiots of idiots, to trust what is written! *** NOte2: translations of places from Chinese to English: Katagalan 凱達格蘭 Moungar 艋舺 -- Real Madrid - the one & only football elixir. --

※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.228.36.135