For the transgression of a land many are the princes thereof: but by a man of understanding and knowledge the state thereof shall be prolonged.
— Do you, at this time, have any fear of returning to your own country?
— No.
— OK. Let me try it again. Your country's at war. There are men in the streets with guns. Political persecution.
— Yes. It's terrible.
— Yeah, it's horrible. And God only knows what could happen. Innocent people are torn from their beds.
— On Tuesdays. I hate Tuesdays.
— So you're afraid?
— From what?
— Krakozhia. You're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Krakozhia? No, I am not afraid from Krakozhia. I'm a little afraid of this room.
— I'm talking about bombs. I'm talking about human dignity. Human rights. Viktor, please don't be afraid to tell me you're afraid of Krakozhia.
— Is home. I am not afraid from my home.
Maps, dear Betty, are the undergarments of a country. They give shape to continents.
This country is still growing up. Certain diseases it's better to have when you're still young.
Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president.
– How do you like your coffee machine?
– It's, uh, really nice. But I can't accept it. I'm sorry.
– What, are you a government employee?! Hey, I got this for an amazing price in an auction.
– In a what?
– An auction. On the Internet Ebay… I pick the times when the whole country's glued to the television. Prices drop 70%, 80%. Like during the super bowl. Got myself a home entertainment system, eight speakers and a receiver for only $1,000! Would've cost $4,500 retail… Anyway, thursday was the "American Idol" finale. And I thought of you. So I went online and grabbed this.
In the country of the blind one-eyed man is a king.
Every country has its customs.
Got pride in my birthplace but shame also resides
Many roads here paved with betrayal and genocide.
Dad made his way here, he was craving a better life
Didn't want another air raid waking him in the night
But things changed right, it's all a little stricter.
Policies mixed with the riddles of a mini Hitler.
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton fields called the Old South...
Here in this pretty world Gallantry took it's last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Khights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave...
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.
A Civilization gone with the wind...
Maassa maan tavalla.
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