"Decide that you will take the workshops of bloody fools of bosses who buggered off! ...
Moving lieu thereof;
Their fuck a good grip on all their equipment ...
And it work for the good fellows of patriots who have all but one wish ...
fuck a burned these scoundrels of Versailles ... To go
then handle the file, the deck or the plane ...
Name of God!
That was good! ...
And I can not repeat too often citizens of the Hotel de Ville ...
That day,
To reward ...
I bought myself a nice little pint ...
Who me pleasantly tickled its throat
Name names! ...
But aside from that, do not say by what means we provide practical enough orders and enough sweat to work the machine,
And work the arms,
Name of God! That
evil! ...
And I am surprised that the citizens of the Commune members have not thought of that ...
Egad! me, I will not mince words to tell them their doing.
No citizen members,
You have not resolved the issue,
Fuck! ...
And I'll prove it ...
To make a stew,
What does it ...? Even
Republic ...
Hare! ...
Right? ...
Who is it who we fuck, then this hare?! Certainly these are not all crooks and black-capped rascals of aristocrats who preferred go address these bloody fools of the province to carry out their orders,
In these rural areas that do understand one thing ...
Living like bullies throughout their lives, amidst bloody fools that the revolutionary movement will fuck down ...
And who can qu'engueuler Parisians whenever they ask for reasonable things ...
Such as, for example:
The abolition of marriage, which is an affront to individual liberty, and immoral institution to the last degree;
The overthrow of militarism, which is an obstacle to the brotherhood of peoples;
The overthrow of militarism, which is an obstacle to the brotherhood of peoples;
The disruption of the things agreed Finally, the sentimental fool respect, and who have been imagined only by bloody fools who knew nothing at all to life.
Well!
Name of God!
Since all our Savoyard cowardly bourgeois buggered off to throw himself into the arms of these scoundrels of rural areas, which are only good to fuck their dirty wet blanket on the torch of Liberty every time we turn .. .
Why not we will arrange between us ...
Like good fellows are we? ...
fuck fuck! ...
And that's what I say
The open workshops that need?
Orders!
Well! name of God,
Again ...
It's simple ...
must declare the right to work.
The right to work.
Nothing more, nothing less,
Here's what I want.
Because this is only who can save us.
Because Duchêne son wants happiness of the people, and is satisfied that there is not a citizen in Paris who refused his assistance to such a principle.
The right to work! ...
's a skull idea!
Fuck! ...
Take as an example, the honorable corporation of citizens tinsmiths! ...
What is there to do? ...
Force all remaining patriots in Paris to order within twenty-four one cookware in whole, for those who do not - and another for those who already have one!
is no more difficult than that ...
I will not get a bath is a luxury! ...
And here is a corporation that works.
And other so! ...
And Paris in eight days, returns to the one ...
That is to say ...
The focus of the industry,
The mirror of the mind,
The first capital of Europe!
Come on, dammit!
Agreed,
If you want us out of molasses,
We must decree the right to work.
You must, you must,
Or
Citizen Member
You're under my ticket
In its next issue,
Duchêne's son would be able to fuck you angry cons .
And he would be sorry,
Name of God! "
Eugene Vermersch, "The right to work", The son of the Father Duchene: illustrated , No. 2, 6 Floreal year 79.
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