Iba saliendo del supermercado con tres personas más que me acompañaban (o yo a ellos da igual), y de pronto un guardía del super me acusa de haberme bebido un jugo sin pagar. El problema era que yo antes de entrar me iba tomando el jugo. Su "argumento" principal era que no me había visto bebiendo ningún jugo en la entrada, por ende yo era el ladrón y él el agudo vigilante. La puta que lo parió.
El punto es que recordé la vieja regla retórica que es quien afirma el que debe probar, no el que niega. Es decir, si el afirma eso, debe ser el quien de las evidencias necesarias. Onus probandi. Sin embargo, el cabrón invirtió los papeles y me exigió que yo probara que no había hecho nada. Es absurdo. En un tribunal cualquiera podría ser acusado de asesino: bastaría con "demuestre que no estuvo en la escena del crimen". Así puedes joder a cualquiera y defender cualquier punto de vista absurdo (*)
Al final se rindió no porque yo probara que su posición era ridícula (ni por mi ira asesina que casi me hace olvidar las buenas maneras, estando de un humor irritable ese día), sino porque... bueno, un jugo barato no vale la pena, ¿verdad?
No dudes en que a la próxima introduciré la suela de mi zapato en tu trasero... never mind. Eso pasó el lunes y no estoy enfadado ahora, solo era una excusa para poner esta canción acá abajo :D
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can you feel that?
oh, shit
O-WA-A-A-A
O-WA-A-A-A
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You motha get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucka get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me.
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising,
It seems that all that was good has died
Oh, no. The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me.
O-WA-A-A-A...
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You motha get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucka get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Why can't you just fuck off and die and down with the sickness!
FUCK YOU!!!
I don't need this shit and down with the sickness!
You stupid, sadistic, abusive, fucking whore and down with the sickness!
Here it comes
Get ready to DIE!
oh, shit
O-WA-A-A-A
O-WA-A-A-A
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You motha get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucka get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me.
I can see inside you, the sickness is rising,
It seems that all that was good has died
Oh, no. The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me.
O-WA-A-A-A...
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You motha get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucka get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Why can't you just fuck off and die and down with the sickness!
FUCK YOU!!!
I don't need this shit and down with the sickness!
You stupid, sadistic, abusive, fucking whore and down with the sickness!
Here it comes
Get ready to DIE!
Get ready to... die,
