The purpose of road traffic is speed, not safety. - Janusz Korwin-Mikke

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Can you imagine a guy breaking into your car, and he steals your guitar case 'cause he thinks it's a guitar, and he gets it home and opens it up and there's a rake inside it, an electric toilet plunger and a dog skull? That actually happened.

Janusz Korwin-Mikke

The purpose of road traffic is speed, not safety.

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Socialism destroys everywhere one thing - diversity. Everything is supposed to be best, and as we know, best things are always in shortage. I remind once more that for reds "best" is what they consider "best" for us, and not what we like.

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Before I was nine years old, I had been a socialist. When young, everyone is a socialist; later he becomes cleverer.

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