We Travel Just To Travel.

My Nostrils Dilate While Savoring The Acrid Odor Of Gunpowder And Blood… Crazy With Fury I Will Stain My Rifle Red While Slaughtering Any Surrendered Enemy That Falls In My Hands! With The Deaths Of My Enemies I Prepare My Being For The Sacred Fight And Join The Triumphant Proletariat With A Bestial Howl!

The Victory Of Socialism Is Well Worth Millions Of Atomic Victims!

I Knew That When The Great Guiding Spirit Cleaves Humanity Into Two Antagonistic Halves, I Would Be With The People. I Know This, I See It Printed In The Night Sky That I, Eclectic Dissembler Of Doctrine And Psychoanalyst Of Dogma, Howling Like One Possessed, Will Assault The Barricades Or The Trenches , Will Take My Bloodstained Weapon, And Consumed With Fury, Slaughter Any Enemy Who Falls Into My Hands.

I Would Rather Die Standing Up To Live Life On My Knees.

Revolutions Are Not Exportable: Revolutions Are Created By Oppressive Conditions Which Latin American Countries Exercise Against Their Peoples.