ATTN: Space Cat Ronaldo

1. 2016-07-28 at 5:03 AM UTC

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   Sophie Pedophile Tech Support
   So when you're out with your homies, do you listen to this music as well? I mean you must, since you refer to eachother as comrades.
   
   
   
   I mean if you do, i don't blame you. The songs are glorious, and there's definitively something appealing about a revolution to create a better society. Besides, the Russian language is awesome and so are their lolis but communism as a political and economic ideology is bad mmk?
   
   Also, in space what kind of governmental system would you suggest? If any at all.
2. 2016-07-28 at 6:02 AM UTC

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   Lanny Bird of Courage
   Eternal galactic empire or bust nigga
3. 2016-07-28 at 6:03 AM UTC

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   Lanny Bird of Courage
   space cossacks can suck my ssack
4. 2016-07-28 at 7:19 AM UTC

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   Sophie Pedophile Tech Support

   Eternal galactic empire or bust nigga

   
   Now that's a thought i can get behind.
5. 2016-07-28 at 4:21 PM UTC

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   The Self Taught Man Black Hole
   Da! we comrades listen to much music, no proletariat allow. We are not pure communists but also devout souviet cultural totalitarianists. We only drink vodka and eat frozen potatos which is in line with our national identity.
   
   
   
   
   

   in space what kind of governmental system would you suggest? If any at all.

   
   Technocracy. Rule by all powerful hyperintelligent robots.
   
   
   
   
   
6. 2016-07-28 at 4:38 PM UTC

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   Sophie Pedophile Tech Support

   Da! we comrades listen to much music, no proletariat allow. We are not pure communists but also devout souviet cultural totalitarianists. We only drink vodka and eat frozen potatos which is in line with our national identity.
   
   
   
   
   
   
   Technocracy. Rule by all powerful hyperintelligent robots.
   
   

   
   Da comrade, be stronk. Sovetski soyuz, best soyuz. Tepierre nichtoh, nee astanoivit, pabiedney shark radnoy straney.
7. 2016-07-30 at 2:48 AM UTC

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   hydromorphone victim of incest [insincerely conduce my paisley]
   The people's flag is deepest red, it shrouded off martyred dead, and 'er their limbs grow stiff and cold, their hearts blood dyed its every fold. Now hang the banner up on high, beneth its shade we'll live and die- though cowards flinch and traitors snear, we'll keep the red flag flying here.