文:笑镜

1：有皇权的国家就不会有主权！

捍卫主权就有可能导致集权的分散，捍卫主权对于皇权来说，可能导致的最坏的结果就是权贵阶级的重新洗牌。

皇权是一种阶级特权，而主权更多的是指一种民权；皇权的建立无须完整的主权，而主权的诠释往往是由皇权代劳的。

2：近两年来警察击毙了很多犯罪分子！

你也许会拍手称快！可我只觉得脊背发凉。击毙意味着一颗子弹就掩盖了一切真相！

假如真相如我们所见，也不代表审判的过程可以省略，而且，我们看到的东西，通常没有值得相信的。

当有一天你被击毙，无辜的你也会成为一个十恶不赦的歹徒。

3：房屋政策！

买不起房的，依旧买不起房，买的起房子的，即便不买房也会在生活的其他方面秀出特权。

房屋限制政策，还是那句话，对于那些想买房又买的起房子的人，根本就没有什么限制，依照在中国大多数领域的人和事来看，特权阶级总是有便利的管道的。

看似语言逻辑极为缜密的政策，在现实的人情社会里，其实只是千疮百孔、虚无飘渺的文字游戏。

4：爱情继续变质！

人最愚蠢的地方就是把爱情看的太崇高，也正是这种愚蠢让乏味的人生变得多姿多彩起来。

可是当人们不再愚蠢，爱情愈加务实，受伤的愚人们就会亮出尖牙利爪，人们开始屠戮爱情，所谓爱情中的每一个人都惶惶不安、郁郁难欢，人生的乐趣一打折，人类的兽性更加汹涌。

到头来，爱情绝迹，只剩下大地上的男人、女人们，男的在享受征服的感觉，女人在寻求安全的感觉，而男人女人们都背负着背叛的感觉。这样的世界，悲催啊！

5：灾难们！

灾难越吃越多，灾难还在成长！今年18，明年20！灾难在等待开苞的那一天！那一天有血祭！

6：所谓灵性的提升！

还看不到！对于2012，我有一个这样的看法，要么是人类社会的整体道德水平大提升，要么是人类社会的整体数量大缩水！

end：没错，我是个悲观的人！这是个悲惨的社会，这也是事实！

中国的历史就是一本厚厚的悲惨史，悲惨从远古到当下从未消停过，也许梦回唐朝会让我快乐一点儿，可大胸部的女人是不是也会有一个水桶腰呢！？

To be, or not to be- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep-
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep.
To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death-
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns- puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.