There is an army, much more powerful of the traditional army.
With one only traditional bullet a soldier can, in an optimal condition, putting three people one after the other, kill three, if the bullet goes through.
A soldier of the bottom lickers’ army can, with one only signature, kill millions.
And can, on a dinner of risotto con funghi and filet mignon, between a glass of Arneis and a glass of Brunello di Montalcino, decide if the next day millions will be able to have a soup or will have to skip the meal.
We have a good army of bottom lickers in Brussels.
They chose them accurately, just the most imbecile, so that they will follow orders, whatever they are.
They think with somebody else's brain, they kill for somebody else's order, without even knowing what they do.
We can decide, if we want to be slave or die or we want to be free.
The difference between being slave and being free is just defeating the bottom lickers’ army.