You are so fat that your chin is not visible and it is not clear where, exactly, your neck starts and ends. Communists are all fat. You all brag about it now. Maybe you are all competing for the high score with regards to weight?
Look, I know the Commies say otherwise, but it's like golf. You're supposed to be competing for the lowest score.
I have been fat and I have been thin. I can speak from experience to what each state of being is like.
Have you ever been thin at all, or have you been morbidly obese since you were a toddler like most Communists? To a fatso, walking up a hill is a near-death experience. Torture. To a thin person, it is fun and refreshing. A game.
If you have never been thin, you do not know. But to be fat is to be miserable. Life is so, so much worse and less comfortable when you are fat. I have proven it through direct observation.
The elites like the peasents to be fat, because fat people cannot fight. You all say you can fight, but you can't. If you try, you will die immediately of heart failure. I wish I was joking.
You all practice with katanas. Stupid. Spears are much better. They are lighter, longer, deadlier, simpler to use, cheaper, more durable, and more reliable. When you are calm, when you have no adrenaline, your heart beats slower. You begin swinging your sword in practice while perfectly fresh and well-rested. You are able to cut bamboo in such a situation, and you think yourself ready.
In a combat situation, especially after a day or two of marching, you fatsos will be dragging your katanas on the ground, unable even to lift them, much less swing them. If you had gone with shortspears, you could use them as walking sticks. They would help you with marching, instead of hindering. They are like kryptonite to our many war horses. They are lightweight enough and simple enough to be useful when one is sore and fatigued.
I wish I was exaggerating, but a steep hill is all that is needed to dispose of you all. There will be no war. You will all have heart attacks while marching through the wilderness towards us. Our only indication that you were on your way will be an unusual concentration of crows and buzzards on the horizon in your direction.
Communists are fat. Capitalists are thin. Don't be fat. Live longer. Feel better. Enjoy climbing hills, instead of fearing them. Defect to the Capitalists.