I think it would make a good riddle for the Journal

[rosebaby3892]

Sometimes, in the evening, as I crush my cigar on Diego's bent back for daring to suggest putting coke in my whiskey, I wonder if during the next fight, if this time it's a far-right guy who dies, we'll let them parade through the streets shouting their magic slogans while telling the far-left that we don't want to see them anymore, the nasty one. I can already imagine this spectacle with happiness, as I have a certain goodwill for skinheads: at least they go all the way, trying by all means to look like idiots. But I digress once again, if I may say so. Anyway, I understand myself.

In short, I was saying: I have a real admiration for those who, in a fight between the far left and the far right, cannot find in these two appellations the common word that vaguely poses a problem. It's true that it's not easy, phew. de Mickey (some of you having stopped at this sentence before going to read the rest, we are talking about methods, not ideology, it's also written at the phone number library beginning of the article, in fact).

Game: Try to figure out if these people are fascists or anti-fascists. You'll know whether to ban them or applaud them.
Thus, we would tolerate the arbitrary use of force by one side and not by the other, since both readily admit to using it against each other in the name of their ideals, which would suggest that there would be a bright side to it and that therefore, it would not pose a problem. After all, it is quite normal to beat someone up as long as they convey ideas different from yours, however nauseating they may be. No, because you see, I'm a defender of freedom, that's why I don't let others express themselves, you see. A very interesting reasoning, since you can do the test: put any extremist who likes to slap next to a Choco-BN, after 10 minutes of conversation, it is curiously the Choco-BN who seems the smartest. You could almost see him smoking his pipe with a contemptuous air. Even if he too is beginning to melt before the mass of nonsense and historical absurdities being spouted by the minute. Whether we're talking about politics, religion, or anything else, for that matter.

Eat the BN anyway afterwards, it would be a shame to waste it. Just leave the pipe aside.