Civilização: O que Trump quer no Irã, na Coréia?

Vende-se escadas para o céu. Ocidental.

O que Trump quer no Irã, na Coréia? O que ele quer com suas guerras do médio ao extremo oriente? O que ele está fazendo?

Ora o que mais seria senão cumprir a missão de todo líder de todo império e grande potencia do ocidente? Está levando nossa civilização e cultura Levando o nosso paraíso para eles. Aliás, levando não. Vendendo. Ele está só fazendo seu trabalho, negócios. Está cumprindo a função que lhe deram na maior Corporação do mundo, está vendendo o que eles sabem e produzem de melhor: as suas escadas para o céu. Vendendo no estilo mais far far oeste possível. E que deus abençoe a America, e salve as rainhas, porque todo mundo está comprando e bem. Do Ocidente ao Oriente.

There’s a lady who’s sure all that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven
There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
’Cause you know, sometimes words have two meanings
In the tree by the brook there’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
It makes me wonder
It makes me wonder
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
It makes me wonder
It really makes me wonder
And it’s whispered that soon, if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forest will echo with laughter
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
Don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring clean for the may queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won’t go
In case you don’t know
The piper’s calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our souls
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you, at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven — stairway to heaven
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