And your gender, and your sexuality, and your intolerance, and your intolerance you who think you weigh in the balance by your balance and your reasoned choices, and your opinions on everything that happens, and your cheap indignation until you crawl before a new power and change your mind, and your ego, me, me and your I have the right, and your sensitivity, and your family, and your children, and your stupid and cultural racism; ah your culture yes, yes; your identity, yes, yes; and your even more racist anti-racism, and your religion, and your social network, and your art, ah yes your art, and your good taste poor shit who still doesn't know that you are what we made you, you who thinks you exist by yourself. Your pretense of wanting to be deserves your non-existence.