No.6426
Hello my Hungarian friends I am Romanian
I come in peace
You speak English right?
No.6434
Tolmácsot szeretnék kérni.
No.6436
TRIANON IS HUNGARIAN CLAY
No.6437
only a little...
and you speak hungarian?
No.6448
>>6426>RomanianWhat is it?
No.6472
>>6448It is his name! What did you think?
No.6620
Yes, what's it to ya'?
No.6804
A revisionist turanist Hungarian honved and a Garda member was teaching a class on Ferenc Szalasi, known hungarist.
”Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship Holy Turul and accept that he was the most highly-evolved being the world has ever known, even greater than Szent Istvan!”
At this moment, a brave, patriotic, morbidly obese senior SNS member who had survived 19 years of independence and understood the necessity of state language law and fully supported all legislative decisions made by the Slovak National Assembly stood up and held up a valaska.
”What do you know about Slovakia, boha ti?”
The arrogant Magyar grinned under his thick bajusz and smugly replied “It has no history, even I am older than Slovakia. Can you name a Slovak king, you buta Tot?”
”Svatopluk I.”
The Hungarian was visibly shaken, and dropped his langos and copy of Szabadsag, szerelem. He stormed out of the room crying those turanist crocodile tears. The same tears revanchists cry for the “Hungarians in Slovakia” (who today live with such privilege that most can enjoy signs in Hungarian language) when they jealously try to claw justly earned independence from the autochthonous Slovak ethnicity. There is no doubt that at this point our gardist, Csaba Feketepatkanyi, wished he had pulled himself up by his bootstraps and become more than a fascist paprika guzzler. He wished so much that he could pledge his allegience to the Slovak nation, but he himself had denied its existence!
The students applauded and all rejected double citizenship that day and accepted Jan Slota as their leader. A golden eagle named “Orol Tatransky” flew into the room and perched atop the double cross and shed a tear on the chalk. “Hej Slovaci” was sung several times, and Ludovit Stur himself showed up and re-established Great Moravia across the Carpathian basin.
The turanist lost his tenure and was fired the next day. He nearly died of palinka poisining and was sentenced to live in Rimavska Sobota for all eternity.