Nigrim Puer et Dark et Eius Mammouth - The Black [~] Dark Boy and His Mammoth by The Roman Memoir - HTML preview

Chapter 39 - Normal political positions

There are Republicans, and then there are Democrats. There are Conservatives, and then there are Liberals. I heard a tale however, that champions are born out of anal sex. This may be true for the other political positions, however, when considering propagation, and the biological process of reproduction, the only thing anal sex makes you is paralyzed. I do not think in any form of way there should be gay people of any kind. Why can’t gay human beings sleep with women and have anal sex in the first place? I can therefore make the point here, there is nothing special about anal sex. Everyone in the world has a rectum. Every Time you have any kind of anal sexual intercourse of any kind, it damages the nerve endings at the edge of the anal muscles.

In all cases it leads to pain and paralysis, chronic pain and anguish because there is no natural lubrication for the area. Everyone in the world, even people restricted from society, prisoners can have anal sex. On all scales, there is nothing special about it. You can’t gift wrap 109

something that can’t be sold. Why can’t gay men have sexual intercourse with women instead? I thought it might be a solution when I encountered the rising population numbers of India and China. There is a huge problem there from having sex out of wedlock since they reproduce so fast. Nevertheless, I thought that the nature of the sex would be a solution since any kind of sex through the asshole does not produce any kind of offspring. Then I considered the monstrous damage it does to the nation of Rome. When considering Romans, we are constantly on the move, going from place to place at a moment nothing. You have heard of the term “someone is Roaming”. Well, it exists for a reason. When you Roam, you are extending the nation of Rome since your feet are conquering places for the nation that you hold citizenship in. Any kind of damage that you do to your locomotion prevents you from creating any kind of distance on the land. The more you purchase any kind of lubrication to make home for anal sex in your house, you are creating damages in your body that make it impossible to leave the house, not only for the body that is there but for the significant other that is residing in the house.

Chapter 40 - The religions I have explored

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All in all, there isn't a religion that I haven't explored.I have been all around the world searching for meaning and although I have spent my time searching for conclusiveness, I still have yet to find any one particular one. At the end of the day, when you address any kind of religion, you have to put it along with the rest of them and say the thing in itself is a religion and it will be the common understanding of the nation which then brings about the conclusiveness of it. You can make a lot of arguments in defense or for any religion. They come in different forms and they also come in many languages. Religions have this in common, they all exist to find a deity that is worshiped. All religions have worship. All religions have a language. In order to understand a religion, you first have to dive into it to grasp a common understanding of the material itself. Most religions have a manuscript you can get or have access to on their websites.

If you enter the world wide web and search for any country you want, the nation likely has a church they put their time and effort into. Most of the nation's laws are likely written as a result of the country's religious leaders. The countries will let the leaders advocate for the individual's right to do what they like but they tend to be aggressive when they enforce the collective governing laws. One of the main religions that has fascinated me the most up to this point is Hinduism.

I have explored Hinduism limit. The Hindu’s believe that there are three central gods to their religion beyond the other ones. Their names are Shiva, Brahma and Vishnu. These gods are unique to the religion and do not go towards all the others. I spent a lot of my time getting to know them for the past 29 years. They are mostly worshiped individually. Shive is a bright god.

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form. For this conversation's sake, I will refer to her as a she and tell the tales of my adventures with her. She is quite unique in a sense, she doesn't mind the language you speak. She will comfort you there and tell you what she wants without the need to separate you from your mates.

She appeared to be mystical to me, someone you can make a friend of, someone you can talk to in the long run. I want to say a lot of things about her beauty yet the fact of the matter changes since everyone who worships Shiva tends to start looking like the goddess herself. Shiva is much like exercising or working out. You first find an image that you like and want to be, like an image of an actor. In likeness, there are other humans that are looking at the same exact image, and working towards achieving the same kind of physical features. The spirit of Shiva will lie in the person that worships her the most. The more you worship, the more you tend to take the shape of the goddess, sound like the goddess, look like the goddess and be like the goddess. You will also start to inherit the property that she has. Your riches and wealth tend to be the kind of property that will keep her in your house along with the people you hang out with.

The second Hindu god is Vishnu. Vishnu in the inclusive moment is more like the god of gold. I can’t particularly pinpoint the moment I encountered the god but it tends to appeal to a lot of people who are beautiful. People who worship Vishnu likely amassed their wealth through a lifetime of worship and if you were to remove one singular item from their house, you can likely tell where it came from. People who worship Vishnu are likely really handsome, very beautiful and wealthy because the nature of the worship tends to remove beliefs that you have held to be wrong or right for a long time. In order to accept the religion, you first have to challenge the 112

conception or an idea you believe to be solid in your mind, an idea that you think you will never change. The people in themselves advocate for the god because they tend to become really rich as a result of their actions. They convert others who follow in their ways, mostly through the internet and they continue until the home is set for the god to make it the permanent home.

People who worship the god do not have a lack for anything other than zealous followers who will do whatever is required from the practitioners themselves. The availability of wealth or the reality that you will be just as rich sets in rather quickly, even if you do not come to the realization while standing in the area where you live. You cannot freely speak about the worshippers of Vishnu because you will expose their worship. According to the constitution of most countries, you are prohibited from preventing humans from their right to practice any religion they want. Religious freedom although prevalent, preventing them can be an option available to anyone who studies religion and in many cases ends up in violence.

The last god Hindu’s worship as their god is Brahma. Brahma tends to be masculine in nature and he himself centers around sexual desires. The objective of all sex should be reproduction, nevertheless, the objective of all Brahma worship is motivation. The kind of motivation you get from the sex is often quite great and will meet the expectation but tends to avoid the main concept of sex itself. The worship of Brahma is your girlfriend that comes to you and says, “baby, if you manage to go to work today and deal with the Sutton case, I will reward you with any sexual option you like”, if you are a lawyer. If you are a doctor, it’s the wife that 113

comes to you early in the morning, wakes you up, gets on top of you and whispers “sweety, before the surgery you are about to do to day, let me give you a little something, a sexual motive, you are not familiar with so it can give you the drive you need to finish the job promptly and return to me”. The sexual acts do not have to be vile in nature but they are the central requirements for the religion because that is what you call Brahma, the agreement itself since you are making a sexual bond on behalf of the god himself. Most often not, the people who practice the religion do not know that they are practicing it. Over time, the objective tends to be exactly the same since you build a house around the matter. Human beings who worship Brahma tend to be really strong. They do not lean towards riches since they can force the need they have or the persuasion if seen as an objective using overwhelming force. Whatever the bond agreement is, when enforced with the religion, has a sweet taste to it’s accomplishment since the success rate of will be way over 90%. In all my exploration of the Hindu religion, I favored Brahma since it appealed to me the most. When I woke up early in the morning, my strength dwelt with me, and my youth never left my side. I liked the practice more than the other two because riches were not my forte nor attraction to a beautiful woman since they needed all of my attention. Worship of Brahma requires all your personal attention since the agreement has to do with you and the job that you have. You excel in religion when it reaches pride. Pride in your strength, pride in your bonds and the success rate of your ability.

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All religions have a failing point. I do not think if there is a God out there he will judge people based on the religion they practiced but much more the innocence of their strive, a push solely based on real faith that what they are doing is well and good. Secondly, they are seeking to achieve the objective of their religion without a matter of evasion, using every drop of resource they have. Hinduism is unique and I explored it mainly because it appeals to poor people. They come from the furthest reaches of the planet in search of truth. They tend to not give up. Most abandon their faith because they do not have the strength to carry on. When the bones grow weaker, they go to a place where there is no more knowledge.

Chapter 41- What it means to be a Republican

The first moment I laid my eyes on the Republic was when I was about three years old, opening my eyes and realizing the world existed for the first time in the room of my parents. I was on their bed, there was a dark wall on my right. I was put against the edge of the wall and while looking left, I could see my own crib where I was usually laid on. It was dark and ominous, the blanket had vivid depiction of flowers on it. The room looked golden and the creaking floor was an indicator of another person coming to the room. The room was long and somewhat wide, It smelled of baby powder, baby food, and the chirping of parrots was somewhat faint. I think it was a gift from someone who thought I would enjoy it. The moment I had consciousness, I peaked towards the light of the room where there was an original sunset pouring 115

into the room on the far right corner of the room. I do not know how I felt at the moment but that is the earliest memory I have of the Republic when I was born.

The second time I ever recognized the existence of the Republic was when I was about 6

or 7, and I held a view master in my hands. I took it in the same room, where there was nobody there, and started streaming live pictures there on the same bed. I can’t remember the images well but the machine was red, it fit in my hand well and when I looked around it was sort of dark in the room but there was comfort knowing that If I exited the room and walked towards the left, I would enter the backyard of the house through the living room where I can get any kind of help that I wanted. The house was relatively old but the kitchen was a few steps outside the living room to the right. When you entered the living room through the right side of the door from the bedroom, you entered the living room which in return leads to a larger room where if you were to head left, you would find a small room. The house had electrical cable problems and in some places like the living room, exposed wires where it would set you ablaze. The TV sat on the right side of the live wires and in the back room where there was a double barrel bed, there as a window you can look out of. The room was often used for prayer meetings and all throughout my life, I was never allowed in the room for whatever reason. It was probably since they never let me roam the house alone. It was also most likely because the TV was there and I was not allowed to view movies by myself. My love for the Republic probably started there when I was left alone in the house for myself. I did not know it then but I would see the fault of man, I would go on to understand the fault of democracy and finally the failure of the government itself.

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The house itself was kind of large, with a huge back yard. The house had a large space in the front yard where it led to a larger ground that was not kept well. There was a tree there where wild berries grew and the depth of the garden used to scare me to the core since I thought if I was left there by myself, no help would ever reach me considering I had small feet and I would not be able to escape the threat that would arise on the land. The house was big enough for a horse to live happily in since the grounds were so large. In the morning, the dew of the grass would gleam in the backyard, and the cold that emanated left you wondering if anything would ever change since no one would inhabit it. I think I grew to love it more when I understood not just humans but other animals such as cats and dogs that would enter the house through the cuts and loops of the yard, did not want to inhabit it but just cut through it. The yard was visible as the eyes could see yet, along with my youth, I was never fully able to explore it since I didn’t have the courage to walk through the vast land.

After the first two encounters, I loved my house and the environment that it encompassed. I grew to total consciousness after that, and as my age pushed forward, the encounters with the Republic became smaller and slimmer. I believe I was not fully aware that I liked being alone until the first day my mother took my little brother out to warm him up in the sun. That was the first moment I realized I minded other humans in my house. I didn’t understand what sharing was nor did I know what hate was but I realized something was taken from me when the space I adored was covered with two other people who I didn’t mind occupying it. Before that I was glad to share my food, I was happy to share my bed and I even had arguments with other people about the baby's name. I delighted in the company of the infant that was hosting the house since other people came over to visit with foods and gifts. Some would bring tasty cakes from expensive stores, others would bring baby clothing and toys. The most consumable one as a result of the 117

small cost was the fruits such as the oranges and bananas they would bring. We delighted in consuming the sweet treats in the house and even with the emergence of the new baby, I didn’t mind the objects nor the treats. Where there was conflict was in realizing the large spaces that I viewed, the spaces I wanted to see until I couldn’t were not occupied by another individual who would not leave.

Once the space was occupied, the realization sets in quickly that there is another government that is inhabiting the environment that you love. My consciousness fades well after that since it was mixed up in democratic concepts such as sharing. When I woke up again and the vividness of my memory went the other way was when we left the house to inhabit a new one.

The moment I remember was when I arrived at the unfinished gate of the house where there were no security wires on top of the walls surrounding the house. It was an afternoon and the sun was setting in the west, the left hand side of the door. The cement was drying and the electrical wires of the house were starting to be activated by the government. When we arrived, I still remember the smell of the fresh cement that was being removed from the grounds since construction was finished. The second living room was open for view and the inside was not topped with paint.

When I walked in the room I encountered another kind of republic, a secure one which was made by man. It was inhabited and I loved every inch of it. The right side of the room was completely dark since the house was not open for living, and the sun was barely there. Outside of the room, there was a campfire set up to celebrate the opening of the house. A sheep had been slaughtered and everyone who had helped make the house a reality was there to celebrate. No one’s attention was on the job and the smell of the good cooking covered the air. The community 118

was dark and quiet. Almost no one hosted it. You couldn’t hear the sound of cars passing by since the road itself was not built. Children played on the streets much like they did normally on grasslands. I wanted to join them but the smell of the freshly cooked meat appealed to me so much I didn’t have the desire to go outside and play. Even after all my envy, I think I managed to scrape myself half a plate of food. A whole sheep was gone in under 5 hours. I realized that the more I grew up, the threat of someone else occupying my republic would be about the same.

Learning concepts like “sharing is caring” was a regular. Once we moved in the house, I was another companion to my family member learning hard lessons of a democratic life. I thought being alone is bad, and being with others is good. When the house was barely inhabited, entering the bedrooms when it was dark became a champion venture. I was often scared to the point fear would occupy my inner being where I would barely even try to go into the bedrooms myself. I thought writing with a blue pen was good on a white piece of paper and writing with a red pen was bad. Teachers would correct mistakes on our math papers with red pens. We were not allowed to use anything but a blue pen. When we came home, we were punished with rods and sticks in which they went as far as to name the harming object “pride”, in the feminine form.

I was taught things were bad through the word “kaka” which translates to poop, and was instructed to mean “bad”. However, in the Japanese language, the word for red is “Aka”, which comes close to the word “kaka”. When watching anime and using Japanese utensils and items, the words come together so well to the point you assume the color red is bad, and the color blue is good. I think I was taught to the point the fear of being alone started to set in by the time I became a teenager. Pride was put in place in a hard core way, along with a lot of gusto delights in the democratic units.

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Once again, my consciousness returned after a long drift in a democracy. Now that I am grown and have an understanding of government, I can tell what I was taught. I was about 12 and I was left alone at a school I attended. I was supposed to get picked up in a car by my parents but they were late. Everyone had been picked up then the sun started to sink into the sky. As things drew dimmer, I was once again alone by myself to contemplate life in a Republic. It was a mesmerizing sight. I occupied so much space by myself. I was happy I was left alone and the sinking feeling in the stomach, along with the fear of being alone, started leaving my gut. I was set free again from any kind of education that was occupying my mind along with the information I was instructed to be true. The math classes were great. The English classes were awesome and the PE classes were liberating but they were not something I felt happy doing.

Where I felt myself the most was when I left the company of others to go into the living room and draw by myself. I taught myself how to draw, and how to put shapes together to form images. I didn’t pick up well on fonts until I realized you can add words to images and drawings you can make by yourself. There was complete happiness there. I was glad to put pen to paper and form the arm and face of a human being. I scaled the top of the paper, then occupied it with images of fictional characters. I drew for hours at a time. I drew cars and then I made color images of super heroes from some of the movies I would watch. I would look outside of my canvas and see the world as it was, still and quite where I would gaze into the empty spaces of the walls and see there were no objects on them. I would ask myself, “Why didn’t someone put up images or photographs here?”. The answer would arrive by itself after some time. It was because of the fear of being alone. The more I was separating myself, everybody else was uniting 120

with someone else and forming larger groups. Exams would arrive, and while studying with a tutor, I dreamt of the art I would create then and there where there was no one inhabiting my consciousness. I would go far away until the time after my studies and I longed to be liberated from the nightmare that was studying. I didn’t understand what I disliked. Looking back, It was the occupation of another person in the room. Till this day, I still love the subjects I studied but not when someone else is occupying the same domain I am in. It wasn’t the person I hated, it was the occupation.

My liberation came the moment it started raining. When the sound of the dripping rain hit the top of the roof, and the sound of the instructor was no more heard, in the air, I was freed to do as I pleased. To this day, I love the rain so much. I love the rain because when it starts to rain outside, everyone who is on the streets runs for cover. Every human that is on the streets or occupying the space on the roads, would go to the nearest point for cover. I still find it fascinating because when you stick your neck outside, there would be no one on the roads except cars. Rain frees up the space and the air outside the house. When there are thunderstorms in the sky, when the sky is gray, when the temperature keeps changing along with the wind, it creates a Republic outside and your house. The environments tend to create the opposite effect as well.

Before it rains, there was a Republic on the inside, in the majority of houses. When it rains, almost everyone outside who was working the land starts to occupy the inside. I tend to leave the house the moment it starts to rain because the whole democratic unit occupies the house, and the Republic switches to the outside. The whole point of government downed on much later in life when I was a college student. Rain is a natural phenomenon that makes the environment a Republic in itself because even the birds of the air no longer host the air. The animals on the grounds go for cover under the shades of caves and tree branches where they are safe from the 121

cold and you see it with your eyes. The rain itself is a beautiful entity because it creates a government in itself. In the whole world, there is nothing more pleasing than listening to the sound of rain while you are kept safe in the empty space of a house. When the rain starts to fall for long periods of time, when the air is no longer hosted by the creatures of the air, and the habitation is not ruled by other humans, it is more pleasing than you can ever imagine. I often start to get numb with pleasure. I go places in my mind where I am my own companion. I find answers to questions I have been seeking for long periods of time. My mind goes on to answer questions it has created itself and desperately wants to know, such as the god questions. I sit there looking to the skies and start to realize, if there was ever a god, he would host the Republic.

I would start to think to myself, if humans were ever created like the stories I was told when I was a child, they would emerge from the soil, the primordial ooze or reptiles they are. The start of all creation would be staring you in the face while the rain falls on the empty soil, and the ground turns into mud, where the plants are uncultivated and the land has not been managed, unless it’s your own house.

To be a Republican means to love who you are when you are alone. I believe all of creation or evolution of species first started with the Republic. Much like the previous paragraph, my emphasis is on the point that if there was ever a god, he/she would be hosting the Republic making things happen. I find it hard to not accept the reality when nature is wide open, and there is no competition for the view in front of you. The rain makes it possible. If there was a perfect natural event in the world, it would be the rain since it makes Republics. The rain itself is something that could be worshiped as the most perfect government, or maker of government because it creates moistures in the soil, it makes plants grow. In return, plants make food for the animals, where the animals in return are consumed by humans and other animals alike. To be a 122

Republican does not mean you hate other people. It does not mean you have the right to harm others in favor of the government you want. Much like a democracy, the concept in itself is a philosophy. Even if the humans you grew up with taught you lessons you did not want to learn, it doesn't mean the lessons were wrong. They were correct, and perfect the other way, they were perfect democratic lessons. The teachers were perfect democratic instructors, and the way of life is just as important as the other one. To be a Republican does not even mean to hate democracy itself since the first thing that starts to happen when you bring another person you love into your own government is creating a democracy. To be a Republican means to understand that the democracy you intend to create itself requires the cultivation of the land, the formation of the habitat into a perfect Republic that you want to shape it to be. The secret of the Republic is, if there is no one to inherit it, you would be the last Republican on the land. If you were not to marry, or host another, eventually, the government itself will outlive you and it will exist by itself without the intentional occupation of another. The beauty of the Republican and the Republic is also there, when you pass it on to another person that shares the same vision as you.

It doesn’t have to be a person born from your blood line, just another person younger who would carry on the objectives you have, the government you want to keep to another and keep it for generations to come.

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Chapter 42 – The diary of the conservative soldier The first instance I recall my adventures starting out is when I first got injured in high school. I was a good athlete but not really a great one. I was committed to the activities I was participating in yet not really planning on going all the way. When I looked forward to the world of sports, I couldn’t see myself becoming anything, especially a professional. I do not mind professionals but I think it all depends on the sport. Some get into sports to achieve glory for their family, some go into sports to get higher social status, and others more for earning money. I think some people are blessed with different kinds of gifts that they utilize to hit any mark they want. Some are born to grow really tall, others are born with the caliber to run faster than everyone else due to great muscular structure. I didn't really take to sports very much. I wanted the women and the lifestyle that came with it but not really the whole front along with the drama. I think there were times that I really indulged or gorged on my fill of foods that I really liked. I enjoyed the fast food burgers. I enjoyed the home-bought shakes that were mixed at home. I was a frequent visitor when it came to sports nutrition sites. I liked to eat all sorts of delicious pastry such as cookies and cream. I enjoyed the weekend parties 124

at clubs with cute women and male friends that loved the attention. In conclusion, there was no commitment. Sitting at home after a surgery, I really came to the decision sports were not for me because what followed them were something that was incomplete. You can’t have the success of sports and the pleasure that come with it at the same time. One has to be sacrificed for the sake of another. During my injury, I actually went the other way as well. I eliminated the sports and went full time for pleasure. My body was starting to take massive hits and the damages started becoming fatal at some point. The moment everything changed was likely when I encountered Harvard. The tales of men, the stories of giants and what it means to be human. The human body can only handle so much heat. Deep into the divinity of sports lies a burning point where the body fails and collapses. I believe they call it a heat stroke. Deep into the life of hedonism, there lies a point of fatality where the body goes numb and you are unable to move from bed. I believe it’s called collapsing. There is an extreme end to both but not when you think of it as a human being.

In my life, I have found that humans are the only species capable of reason and faith. You need faith to be an athlete. To the best you can be, you have to abandon reason and go full time into becoming a full time athlete. To have the best time more than you can ever know, you have to abandon faith, all kinds of beliefs it can and cannot happen, and go full time into reason, then seek the good times you want with all your effort. I think when you want to combine then however, you have to start out somewhere. Primarily admitting that you are human and there are limits you cannot surpass. That is when the real challenges kick in and you start out life as a soldier with a cause.

Most people think you first have to start out by training but in reality, to be a soldier for any kind of cause you start out by finishing training. The birth of all causes starts off when you 125

start fighting after the conclusion of training. I do not believe there is such a thing as a soldier who trains. In the middle of war, there is not such a thing as an opportunity to train. I have not gone to a gym in a long time. I stopped training a long time ago to start serving a cause that I believe in. There are a lot of consequences to training. Your body is torn apart everyday. Your muscles need constant feeding. Your brain needs constant motivation. There are micro damages on your bones. The fissures eventually can turn to cracks, then fractures. I have never gotten to that point yet. Ever since I stopped training, there has been very little stress on my bones. They function like steel. I find it hard to fight physically because of the structures of my bones. I used to consume a lot of protein to heal my muscles after training everyday. I consume very little protein now since there is very little damage. When you stop training, the body needs very little repair. You are like a house built with sweat and blood, forged in the heat of divine fire standing tall, that hasn’t been damaged for years. I have cut my protein budget by over 95%. I barely get damaged. At this point, all I need is the energy for the day, and the daily nutrients needed to survive. I can inhabit any country. I can survive on any kind of food. The construction of my body has been completed. I went as far as I could and made a physique that is strong and adequate in any situation. I think it took somewhere over 11 years of constant daily training.

After you build a house, all you need to do is put the furniture in, and host it until you die. I am happy where I am. When I first became a soldier, I went full in. The next step is the philosophy you input as the operating system of the house. There is no need to break the house apart for any reason once it is finished. There is no need to go back to breaking muscles in your body after you finish training. There is an end to everything, much like there is a beginning to everything. If you do not find a point to stop, life itself will make you stop. You will stop when you die primarily.

You will stop when you suffer a permanent injury. You will stop when you run out of money.

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You will stop when the gym you go to closes permanently. One way or another, a person must accept that there is going to be an end to their training. I came to the realization sooner before suffering any surmountable damage. I am not saying stop training. I am saying people who are in full time training are in it because of faith alone. When you find your reason, you will know there is an end to every matter.

As I was recovering from my surgery, I didn’t have much thought other than fighting to carry on. I had mediocre grades in school, and the uphill fight was only beginning. As a college student, being a freshman meant unlimited parties along with very little work that I wanted to work on. I think the first step was eliminating the training after complete recovery. I registered at my local community college instead of a University and started to walk to school instead. I walked a few miles each day to get to class instead of the usual public transportation. I set up a strategy where I would function like a Roman instead of any other citizen of the world. I took Rome to heart. I started going to mass on Sundays quite often. Sometimes every Sunday for years, I became a devout catholic. I learned a Roman system of operation where I would fight for my faith on my own terms. I soldiered on every day. I envied University students and wanted to return again. My war started the moment I became my own militia. I started linking up with musicians. I found bands that were willing to lend me a hand then we started increasing in numbers. Slowly, my playlist increased, along with a good base of soldiers who wanted to fight and help me achieve good grades. We rallied the community and found ways to blow off steam after getting good grades as school. Slowly but surely, I was advancing rapidly along the ranks. I think it took me two years to reach the rank of General after starting my studies. It was a hard point to reach because I was getting rejected left and right when it came to application of Universities.

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I hated being a General. You get the best assignments. The soldiers did not mess around much when it came to getting some work done. We often sped through the whole thing and used vital force to finish projects. At some point I had 5 4.0 GPA’s. I think I was becoming a tyrant.

Slowly but surely, our visions become somewhat of a reality. Whatever we wanted, we didn't keep it from our table. Wherever we wanted to go, the distance became smaller. We were filled with faith, we were good at reasoning with others. I think things started to get complicated when we ran into Harvard again. Initially, we wanted to become good fighters, men capable of standing and fighting for a cause. When the conversation started on what kind of humans we wanted to become, the objectives started falling apart. Soon, there were no assignments left.

Soldiers started deserting camp. Some started to screw up order by turning on their commanding officers. There were rebellions and uprisings everywhere. When I was first elected as a Student Governor for my school, the whole community turned on me. I was branded an enemy because of the position I took. The mutiny took its toll. I was left for dead on my own to govern a school everyone hated, by myself.

Artists began to believe they are just what they are, musicians. Some wanted to take their leave, others just simply left. Some people stopped calling and texting. There are still people that I do not talk to , till this day because of the betrayal we suffered. I was getting cold shoulders from teachers who wanted to stop teaching certain subjects because others in the class couldn’t handle it. I think after the first title as Major General, there were no more causes the students and teachers wanted to go after. Most studies stopped. A lot of routes were closed. I think the conflicts started ragging a lot when soldiers were being led by disabled people.

The commanders were inadequate and the women were attractive. At that point, they were the smartest we had. No one wanted to listen to a commander who couldn’t walk well to the other 128

side of the road nor run a mile in their best days. The soldiers were traumatized from taking orders and some abandoned their post. They simply just left. The student body politicians couldn’t bear to be seen with women that were unattractive and believed themselves to be far superior than their positions. They wanted glory and the options they had of transferring to high caliber universities led them to the conclusion that leaving the church and the catholic faith was the best option. I actually discussed it with a person of faith at a bar at some point when I was in desperation. I wanted to leave the catholic church behind because, apparently, some “found their calling.” My interest in Catholicism was dwindling because people stopped going to mass. There were very few who went. I think the whole idea of Christianity became a breaking point. People wanted to divide from each other.

Protestants no longer wanted to associate with the Catholics. They called them evil. The Catholics in return started getting close to their counterpart cousins, the orthodoxy’s. Money was a huge dividing point. No one wanted to give us any kind of money at some point. I stayed a general for a long period of time taking assignments that were conscripted by priests and politicians far away from the city I was serving in.

There was not much lost on me. When I initially wanted to become a soldier, I didn’t know there would be an end to services, that soon, jobs would run out. Some relationships ended on good note, others on bad note. One way or another, they just died. A lot of friends started losing traction with reality. At some point, we could no longer go to clubs. Moving forward, we could no longer go to bars. To this point, we have abandoned these grounds with my men. We no longer host these territories because they are fully conquered by us. There is not a top bar we 129

haven't been to. There is not a club we didn’t host with military precision. There is not a story left to tell about bars and clubs. I think after having the military capacity of being able to sleep with any woman you want and having access to any club, the taste disappears in your mouth.

Any woman can be had, with a few men backing you in strength, once you realize that, the whole concept of sex just dies out. Any club can be accessed, if you burn it down to the ground. I think the moment we learned about rape and arson as possible ways to have what we want, we left the whole thing alone for other soldiers to conquer. As we grew in numbers, so did our interest in philosophies. I think I knew we wanted to be liberated from the madness of crime and sin when we were all obsessed with the book of proverbs. After the wisdom of King Solomon, we were interested in falling in love for the right reasons. We started looking deep into the songs of Solomon. Showing off at clubs used to be a regular thing, now, staying with one woman became a challenge. We all found our honey. Day by day, we started spending time apart from each other and spent our sweet time living a good life with one woman each.

Instead of finding new assignments, we were finding ways to sneak out with our dearest darlings to fun spots out in the parks to have a good time. Our studies started losing ground because the women became the central point of our lives. As a general, I was glad to meet my dolce amor. I think that is when I learned of the greatest general of all time, Napoleon Bonaparte.

The information I got from studying the document the soldiers put on my table was the only way I could leave the woman I fell in love with to pursue a military route in life. There were no headings in life. There literally were no destinations. Sometimes, I would even go deep in the woods and look towards the sky in the middle of the night for answers. I would go deep in the park, by the waters and study the constellations. I knew some of them by name. I would take the woman I loved at the time and her friend then, I would sit by the 130

edge of the waters and think of a family life with her. I often felt like not waking up from the life that seemed like a dream. I didn’t want it to end.

I believe at that point that was the only woman I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She often got in conflict with her family and friends for wanting to spend time with me also. I think she found me funny and oftentimes, a person she could distract herself with when she had nothing to do with anyone else. She loved to drink tea and obsess about her country along with the state of the economy. She used to tell me about the affairs of her daily life. Although I loved her and we spent time together, I do not think I was anywhere on her Rader when it came to family life. I spent my time doing assignments too dark and complicated to explain. She spent her life creating art to please a large audience. She was earning quite a lot of attention and money. Some of the soldiers I was working with were actually fighting me for her time since they loved to spend time with her. I didn’t mind it. I found it humorous. Their attention was like that of a fish, taken by the first instant of a prey to feast on, and she was quite a meal. As my love grew for her, I think hers started to shrink a bit. She found me vile, especially after I got my second star as general. After a few years, I earned my third star, she hated me after that. I started to spend time with her friends and got affectionate with a handful. Forgiveness I think went out the window after that. I was no longer sent out on missions to fetch information or complete tasks soldiers could do. I went on the missions I wanted. I had the choicest pick from the bunch. No particular one was hard to finish. I was elected for a second term to serve as the student body governor. By the time I was a fully blown Four Star general, I had been completely divided from every student in the school. No particular person was giving me a call.

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Whenever I wouldn’t call the woman I loved to have a good time with me, she rejected my advances with slight silences and hard exits. I had to either spend all my time with her or try to find a project to do.

Seeing the position I was in, I started realizing my life could not get any better at that point because no University would take me. I think there was a point where I was rejected from over 30 Universities at some point. The ideal life escaped me. There was no frame that I could scope in and say “this is the life I want.” Nothing was out of reach. Worst of all, the Cambridge school scholars at Harvard were called Pilgrims. As a general, I was far away from the center of the battles. I didn't receive any instructions to go into the eye of the storm. I was not allowed in deep war zones and trenches. I was often instructed to stay far away.

Life was becoming solemn and daily life much more resembled that of a priest.

Slowly, against my will, I was divided from the catholic church against my will. I started spending my days at home wailing and caring for myself along with writing letters for the woman I loved who was spending her time with different men she wanted to spend her days with. As I looked around, my former friends were getting married. Some even started having children. I could no longer afford to speak with them nor write to them in the ways that I wanted. They were becoming people of honor, citizens and the communities they lived in respected. There were moments I wanted to reach out to them to let them know how I was, what I was doing and who I was spending my time with but it was all for nought. I wanted to tell them about my pride. How I was a changed man, a pilgrim who has never stepped foot in a strip club nor spent any of my money ever, on hookers or prostitutes. Till this day, as a soldier, that is my point of pride in some way. Women came by the dozens, money was spent left and right on 132

objects yet my honor still stays with me. I believe there are a prides of all sorts, yet the one where I never paid to have sexual relations with a woman still stands out with me to this day because the affair is one of the oldest, and the simplest option to get what you want out of a person that operates on the streets. When in deep thoughts, sex isn’t really the most ideal for any soldier because the bonds you make tend to have permanent ones with the nation the women are from. All the point I am making here is, I am still alive documenting why I stayed alive all these years fighting for a cause I believe in as a General, yet few believe me when I tell them one of the secrets is this, any general that cannot take the desired sexual activity he wants by force is not a military man. If you have to pay for it, you are a citizen. At any moment, you should be able to take it by force, by will power from any woman, or man. Sex should be a basic underlying accomplishment for any general, not something you buy from a hooker on a street. The second one is persuasion. All generals should be able to convince through words, including their soldiers to get what they want.

There is no instance in my experience of running into a successful general that tells the truth. All generals should be able to lie. All generals should lie. Announcing the incoming assault to the enemy is one thing, telling the truth is another. The concept of telling the truth dies on me when thinking of military ventures. Who do you tell the truth to? Why should you tell the truth?

For all she/he knows, you are the most pleasing citizen to ever come out of the city.

You fill the ears of another with sweet words, they should melt in your hands like honey.

I do not think there is any instance of a General that succeeded by telling the truth, If there was I would be damned. Of Course, I am not ignorant of the position of leadership. The position of General is a job. At the moment you leave your post, you are like everyone else, living a life in accord with the constitution unless you want to live a life of crime. I can’t say I am fond of 133

outlaws, but they live all around us. There could be 10 men in a bus and you wouldn't be able to tell who the outlaw is while looking at them because there really isn’t a fit for an outlaw, unless you see them in the act. I have thought of life as an outlaw, and I could even get away with it, in a republic sense but there is no point. Outlaws usually have abandoned faith and reason. They violate the law because they can. They break the social contract because they believe either they are right, or no one could do anything about it. One is either a civilian or a soldier. Most people who have lived both lives are politicians now. In the job, those who pretend are called spies.

Spies are soldiers. civilians who play soldiers are actors, and at the end of the day, they are still civilians. You can't step foot in both worlds at the same time. As a Roman General and a person who still loves his nation, I do not plan on abandoning my post any time soon. I think you have to leave one for the other and while writing this, I have abandoned my venture of love and have fully committed to serving in the army and becoming a statesman. I left the woman I love because I could no longer stand my nation being broken down by incompetent leadership.

Originally, Rome was unhinged and torn to pieces because of the lack of unity. The leaders started breaking divine laws. The leaders become homosexuals. The straight ones divided from the gay one’s and formed a new Rome. Out of the gay ones and straight ones, some became bi-sexual and carved out new territories. The emperors started having very little ground but strong fighters. Out of those who captured the domains, they started preferring children. Out of the ones who preferred children, some preferred boys, others preferred girls. They both didn’t end up producing offspring and the government of Rome ended with them. I found a simple solution to maintaining Rome, eliminate sexual activity of all kinds from leadership. It has worked well for me so far. Instead of getting married, having a girlfriend or sustaining a family, I 134

have gone full time into becoming a full-blown Roman General. My orders are obeyed, there is no corruption, there is no conflict between the soldiers and the state is flourishing.

I love what I do. I like to think that the Roman Empire could have survived just as it was before it became an empire as a Republic. I am a huge advocate for the Republic because it is a well forged government where you can put God in it. There is not much room for God in an Empire when you are the God of your people. I have come a long way since I enlisted in the Army. I have carved myself a nice legion over the years that I have made good memories with.

The life of a soldier is its own reward. There will be instances where you will not like the position you are in since it is enemy territory. Most times, you are in places that have never been explored before. I find it hard to defend concepts and grounds that are new to you, while you are in territories you do not understand with people you do not know. When some of your projects are not being funded at the right time, or not at all, there are instances where you lose hope.

There are moments where your back is against the wall and the money you need does not arrive.

You simply carry on with zeal, to the destinations you initially planned for the glory of Rome.

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Chapter 43 – The diary of the conservative knight

My day consists of waking up early in the morning and administering the kingdom as it is. I seek reports from soldiers. The earliest one I get is of those who have died the day before. I look at it with contempt. I sometimes look at it with delight. I have been ruling this empire that I have built for myself for quite some time now and I think there is nothing better than to be single or myself.

The more I think to myself how I can make things better for myself, I consider the other people who are with me and around me. I have been going back and forth from my mothers house to my fathers house for quite some time now. Considering my parents have been divorced for a while, I think it’s better to say I do not prefer both of them. My mind is constantly on the Irish Republic.

At the moment, I am constantly thinking about the Kingdom of Ireland. Much like how the knight piece moves 4 steps in the chess game, I have also come to conclude you need to be brighter than others. I sit down and think about how many moves people think ahead of me. I 136

have reached the conclusion that I am not the smartest person because I delight in the pleasures of others where at the moment, sitting at my fathers house here, there is none. They are constantly fighting against each other. I am no longer on their side. Countless times I have completed the assignments my father has set out for me and the last one I completed was the best and last one. He no longer wants my attention nor does he need it. He is an old man now and I am looking at inheriting his estate once he dies. I do not favor him nor her but considering I have taken an unorthodox way of life, there is nothing to complain about my state of affairs or my living situation.

They have faced a fair share of their troubles and mine are not quite different. I have loved none and I have yet to have any children of my own. It’s not that I do not have any desire for it, the situation is complicated because I am interested in the divine things. I look to the heavens to make decisions and so far, the best thing above democracy is Divinity. They both start and end in D and Y. They both bring things together but things are better when you look towards the heavens and make decisions. There are a lot of lessons that I have learned in life from looking up towards the heavens. Why I try to explain the inferiority of democracy to others sometimes baffles me because there are a lot of holes in it. There are a lot of people who do not deserve to love on this planet that I do not want to associate with. There are people who lie behind your back, there are people who steal from you, but most of all there are people who stand in your way. I have dealt with all sorts of people but the last ones really grind my teeth and I am unable to come up with any sort of solution to this problem. There are people who make it 137

their mission to get in your way by standing in front of you and block the path that you walk on.

It makes no sense to me and I just simply go past them and make it my personal mission to avoid them any chance I get.

Lately, different kinds of people have been dying all over the place. I have never killed anyone in my life but the same ones that have been dying by the millions or are being murdered are the ones that get in peoples way. I consider myself kind yet my kindness does not stretch other than the

boundaries of my fathers house and my mothers land. In other countries, they do not even hesitate to make them martyrs of their own story. Their family members eat distress food for lunch as a result of the people’s inability to understand reason. Reason when often left ignored often makes people act in a violent manner. Some humans just seem to act on faith. In all my life, I have concluded the most superior species on the plant are human beings. Humans have the capacity to think. Humans have the capacity to reason and have compassion.

At the moment, they are referred to as Homo-Sapiens in the biological world, and all my study has made me reach the study of these species. I think they are fascinating. I love the whole concept of schools in the United States and Canada having mascots all over the states and provinces. It sets a standard of how people should operate in the actual world compared to other animals. It sets a standard of how a community should behave with other communities considering the life of the specific animal. There are not a lot of human mascot’s however. I have seen a lot of lions, bears, gators, and mythical creatures but very little human mascots. I think it 138

is mostly because when you come to the study of homo sapiens, it depends on the classification of the humans in different races.

There are a lot of races. I do not think of them much. I do not see in color when it comes to race. I see it in terms of nation. I have deep distrust for classification of humans based on race.

Currently, I try to associate with people who are really cool to hang out with. Humans who have deep relations with different kinds of Monarchy’s. It’s not hard to look at them as one individual.

In all the while, at the moment, I have loved one with all my heart. I have known her for quite a short time yet I see myself as unwanted by her. I am just another knight to her who is on his way to serve the country he wants through Rome. My love for her grows everyday, yet I fail in faith to accept there could be no reality or maturation to our love in the future.

Wherever she wants I am willing to give it to her. My willingness as you may or may not guess comes with a price. I seek to be liberated from my parents. To her, I might just be another fling.

To me, she is a person I would love to be with for quite a long time. The biological factors such as emotion and desire are there but my duty to serve my country will outweigh that motive over ninety percent of the day. I seek very little. I want to have a romantic relationship with her that consists of me staying in the library that I want to be in all day. I love to read books. My mind is at rest when I am in my study chambers. I love to be surrounded by writers I like. I tend to take control of things from a little place that contains all the little things that I like. I like good tasting foods. I like having a lot of money in one place. I like to sing a lot of good songs to myself and at the end of the day, I like to sleep well in my bed. I have made such a perfect republic for myself to the point I don't even know where a woman fits at this point. Having a biological family is starting to sound like a horrible idea based on uncalculated risk. It is so expensive and a huge threat to my life.

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I have completely eradicated pornography from my life. In all my 29 years on this planet, I had never come across such a monstrous enemy to defeat. To date, the time I have spent away from the video’s is linked to a fully grown Elk. That Elk has become my best friend now. I have become a full blown knight. I have separated myself from the crowd and I have eliminated any form of nudity and sexual illusions from mylife. I found the secret to the Hinduism religion.

They worship the 3 most beloved gods, Vishnu, Shiva, and Brahma. I found them in my journey and at a time even came to worship them. At the end of the day, they are what they are, gods that do not have anything to do with my journey to Ireland. They became a hindrance because I can no longer serve them. This girl that I like now probably deals with them now. I do not know the state of her life quite well other than the fact that I love her in a unique way. All around her, the humans she associates with constantly watch and stream adult entertainment. She spends some of the weekend times at bars and I know they glance at her to liberate her from her lack of knowledge about the Hindu religion. I think it’s quite problematic. When looking from the bottom, the religion is quite liberating. When you look down from the other top three nations that are on the top, The United States, The Federation of Russia, and The People's Republic of China, it makes no sense to worship these gods. The best that China has to give at this moment is Martial Arts of all kinds in war, and Making out on the couch all you want to you can’t any more. It sounds nice but even China is starting to sound a little worn out. I do not think I can afford China anymore. My teeth have been taking a hit from all my toils and labor. If I do not take care of them daily, I am looking at having cavities and problems in the coming 30-40 years.

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can’t afford to spend too much time kissing the woman that I love. It sounds too ridiculous and too communist. The only person that I will be bringing down is myself.

I do not use Tik Tok. It is a Chinese company. Another Billion dollar industry that has a lot of promises like earning a lot of fame and followers. I think people on Tik Tok earn a lot of money. Although they have the ability to earn a lot of sponsors, the streaming service was originally made for children. The more you go on it, you are more likely to serve a lot of time.

They keep track of your records and the videos that you watch. Much like India's economy based on classification of

people based on race, the Chinese classify them based on age and social standard. It makes no sense for Americans to use Tik Tok. They might as well be Chinese and serving a Chinese government. There are a lot of communists on the platform. Countries in Africa love the platform because it gives them an edge over neighboring countries. To have the third most powerful country support you in your ventures is quite an accomplishment and a great feat of strength. It will honestly get you places yet they are just as bad as Indians. My biological father is a millionaire. I have reached the conclusion the only way people who become Billionaires are humans who work with China and India. At this point, I have given up on becoming a billionaire because although the ambition is nice, the things you have to do to become a billionaire are vile as all hell. You can only become a billionaire through bringing people down, or through multiplying your profits and laborers. I do not think I have found any other way and at this moment, I am giving them up completely in favor of my sanity. I love to stay sane. It 141

keeps me awake to the distress of animals and their pain. I hate money. I love my god. You either serve money, or you either serve god, I chose the latter. The Indians multiply money, the Chinese bring nations to their knees through in-slaving them by debt and giving them money along with

goods they cannot afford to pay back. Most African nations and Asian countries are enslaved by China. They owe China so much money that their sons, sons, and daughters will not be able to pay back the money for their services for a long time. I do not want to do business with them. I do not want to do business with the Indian’s. They live life like there is no god while they are in full service of money. Even if there is no god, there is a nation called Rome. To all the non-believers, Rome is a light they cannot go past. Rome prevailed as an empire and a republic for a long time. There is the triumvirate for the atheists. If they do not bend their knee to the god above, they will bend the knee to Rome. There is no escape to divinity. Initially, there is the holy trinity. There is Jesus Christ right in the middle. He claims to be the living water. In my conclusion, I have arrived at the reason that people bow in the name of Jesus because the Romans will kill you. If they do not, then the lack of water will kill you. If you do not submit the living water, you will die of thirst in 3 days. No human can survive without water for 3 days.

If you do not submit to the name of the King in 3 days, they will remove water from the environment and watch you die. I think it’s quite funny because you forfeit your life. Most humans do not understand that. When I feel all sorts of feelings that are not right and that go against the principles of the government which I love, I think to myself, it’s better to accept the reality of my weakness. To survive, I need water. To keep on living, I need to drink a lot of water. There will be a point where even the environment will put you in a place where there is no 142

water when you do not submit to the creator of the world. The reality is, religion has nothing to do anything. If you want to live, and if you want to die, you have the choice. I tend to ignore it often.

It’s not that I like life, but much more than that, as a Knight, I chose to bend the knee to the righteous King. I will not bend the knee to anything but the humans who I love and there are very few of them.

I love being a Knight. I love the rain. Anyone who defeats India is a knight. I think that is where the whole concept of Knighthood comes from, humans who have ascended to defeat others who value nudity and vile sexual relations with one another over devine love. I love my god and I fear him

more than I care about having sexual relations with others. The only thing you get from it is pleasure. I like to kill instead. Killing is such a human thing, and marvelous at its most innocent.

When you take the life of another, you get to live longer. I have committed my life to the way of war. Oftentimes when I sit down and think of the woman that I love, It’s not being with her that entertains me the most, it’s my desire to go on adventures and have a feast with my army. I like to go on long adventures in the woods, kill a big game and feast on it with my mates quite often.

If you haul in a big game with your mates and bring the kill back to your house, you can feed your family for quite a while. When you consider the number of humans in your household, the bigger the game, the longer the game lasts. All predators survive by consuming the life of other animals. There is life in the blood. The more you take it and consume the flesh of another 143

animal, the longer you live through the process of digestion. I have done a lot of vile things in the name of the Indian gods. I

have ventured long distances without belief, like the Chinese and found nothing. My defeat of India to this day is my pride and greatest source of Joy. I am never going back to that hell again.

I found out if you do not know what it is, and you leave, you commit suicide. The end of all pornographic desires unfulfilled is suicide. You will never get to experience the same level of pleasure or sleep with the same woman that you see on the videos that you see on the sites. In all your life, you will never get a taste of the fame they have nor the money they procured through their obsessed worship. Some of the people have built their homes on the money they made though the Adult video to the point I am no longer welcome in it. I will never be welcome in a home built by Indians, or houses fueled to the brim for years with the worship of Indian gods.

The bases and the walls were made with violent sexual acts and the money it made through their relations. I will never associate with these people ever again, no matter how beautiful and no matter how rich. The food they eat comes from adult entertainment. They have friends that make adult entertainment that make the same profit they do and live the same kind of life. They shop at the same place and have the same kind of children.

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Americans, Russians, and The Chinese to become Indians. Once you grow above it, there is no reason to return to India. You just have to let them go. You have to accept that you are better than them now. I will never sign another contract again from this point on to my death to access adult entertainment. I chose to lead a life of war instead. I have grown accustomed to killing. I love blood and seeing blood. There is life in it and there is nothing glorious than taking it. The thrill of the hunt and the kill often resonate with me much more than scripture because I can see the life draining from the creature. It’s quite nice to have a meal in the woods. You get to see nature as it is. Nature is quite nice when you are the most superior species in the land. This is one of the reasons I admire the Russians more than a lot of nations. Russia has a long history of firearms. All the business of Russia is fire arms. I would love to think of myself as a Tsar but I do not know the language. I do not think I can ever become a Tsar. I am not good at speaking Russian. Russia is a nation that has existed for a long time. Russia has survived a lot of wars.

They still stick close to my heart to this day. I love spending time with them. They Are the nicest and most awesome people on the planet. There is no reason for anyone on the face of the planet to hate Russia. I see no reason to not do business with Russia. Descartes has written much about the blood but the Empire of Russia also has a lot to say about the body and it materializing into a hard substance through the strengthening of the muscles. When you flex or tense your body, it tends to get quite hard. You can tense all the muscles all over your body. The Russians know that. They integrate firearm tech into the ability of the human to use it. Your arm muscles, your let muscles, your neck etc. all can be spots to contain blood in the spot and turn the soft muscle into a hard dense organ either to do harm or control the blood flow in your body. I learned it quite a long time ago when I was exercising yet the knowledge eludes me sometimes. They have studied the circulation of blood and understand the human body quite well, much more than 145

other nations. When you sleep, you are as soft as a pillow, when you wake up, you do not even realize you are utilizing the hardness of the muscles to operate throughout the day. There are heavy firearms, and there are simple firearms. Most of them made by Russia tend to fit the person that they want it made for. I like that they center their business on the creation and utilization of firearms.

As a person who has come to support Russia throughout the war, my love for the woman that I care about at the moment I see fit is better protected by Japan. Firearms are too simple to use. They tend to take life quite quickly although they can be expensive. I love doing business with Russia but they are no longer an Empire. I have no interest in giving away heat and eliminating other threats though heat. Heat doesn’t come easily to me. I prefer any other way but giving away heat. Heat can be used to cook food. Heat can be used to keep you warm. Heat has the cutest and romantic stories when you are cuddling up, and I think it a mercy kill to waste such a resource by giving it to people that you do not like. The only thing you get by giving away heat is pleasure. When you are holding

firearms in your hand, you are holding cold steel and the animation when fired creates heat that makes a hole in the body of another which leaves them injured or dead. The heat from your body transfers to the firearm on your hand. You will no longer host any kind of heat because it gets released. There are animals such as Lions and Cats that do not like going inside the water for any reason. Some tigers get in cold water to hunt reptiles but they do not stay in the water for too long. Whenever they lose heat, they tend to lose tensions in their muscles that disable them from 146

becoming stronger than their prey. They won’t hunt well and they often tend to get in situations they do not want to be in, like having an injured arm. Much like the Big Cats, I prefer not to lose heat.

There are superior hunters. They are animals that do not like to be bothered by the loss of habitat or large amounts of heat because they will die. When I go back home to cuddle with the woman that I love, I want her to feel my warmth, and the softness of my body. I like to take care of myself and the Federation of Russia although great is not the Empire of Russia. I tend to go back in time to pull in resources from a different time than the one we are in. I think the war in Ukraine is a choice. Not most people have the right reasons for supporting them since most often, the income that they generate is from the 9-5 job they work all their lives. It can be affordable to sustain a living but not to keep firearms so they tend to give their money out to Ukrainians who live the kind of life that they do.

Every day, support pours in by millions and different nations from all over the world in order to compare themselves with other inferior countries compared to Russia, spend all their wealth buying the propaganda that is fed to them on their news channels. I think a lot can be done other than wasting their money in a war they do not understand. As my love for Ireland grows, my support for any other nations seems to be dimming down but not all the way to extinguished. No human can fully support two nations at the same time. Even through the ownership of Dual citizenships, one way or another, all humans at some point will favor one country over the other. It is not possible to drink a hot-cold drink. At this time, I do not have a love for my fatherland nor my motherland. I love animals more than them. The animals are amazing. The people that have set up sovereignty over their own land however are a completely different story. I do not desire to get to know them. I have no love for them. I have no patience 147

for them. All my life I will spend it hating them with all my might. They are vile, cruel and there is nothing wise about them in any way. I have finished my race on this account because the only thing left at this point is death while working a 9-5 job since I already graduated from college and achieved a good country's citizenship. They think life is just working in a good country and dying. Their sense of adventure is gone and they have made the land more inhabitable than ever.

They have already planned my life in their minds. I get good medical treatment, stay sober, get a good job, get married and die happily after bearing kids in the country of their choice. Their minds cannot think more than this and I find it quite entertaining. They cease to reason like humans, just wild animals set on a course of life full speed to the end with their philosophical nightmare in sight. In all truth, I would rather string myself to a pole. It is quite nicer than the harsh conditions their enslavement will lead to.

I like to talk about desire. Desire is one of those feelings that you get to have what you want. It is often associated with coveting. In the old testament, it is not a good thing to wish for the item or property of another. It leads to greed. It leads to making life decisions and choices that you cannot afford. If someone has a cuter wife than you, you cannot afford another marriage considering in most western countries you cannot afford to have another wife since it is illegal. If someone has a more prestigious degree than you, going back to school in spite is not good politics. You will waste the resources of your family for no reason. When you consider life, desire is one of those things that leads you to make incompetent choices. The whole concept of buddhism is to let go of this and achieve nirvana. I think the Chinese people who follow this concept are just like the ones who have unlimited desires because they are equally bad. They have extreme concepts. Much like India, I can no longer afford to do business with China. Do not get me wrong, I like Chinese people but their religion and lack of it is a huge threat to my 148

way of life. I am a knight and I will live and die like a Knight without fear or in service of any other country that does not respect my way of life.

I am a warrior. I am a true champion of my own heart and I do not plan to give it away to anyone soon. As much as I love her, I do not think she deems my objective worthy because she likely thinks any other nation is inferior. Even if she is right, my compromise will not come in because I am not going to budge an inch on this specific concept, for which I am even willing to sacrifice my current relationship with her for a nation that I want to be a part of. She is sweet and caring, I am violent and relentless. I think there should be a good exchange for any commodity of any kind. At this moment, there is nothing up for grabs that I consider worthy of it than Ireland. I love the country so much I do not think I can live without it. The soil gives me hope. I want to be a patriot for it. I long to see Swords, Dublin like muslims do Mecca. I do not just want to inhabit it, I want my offspring to be born there. The nations that I grew up in are my biological father and dream. They are not mine. Although I will inherit a treasury from one, and a house from the other, I still plan to leave them. I have no plans to stay in them. I will do everything in my power to leave them or either die trying. There is nothing for me in them anymore. I will fight till my last breath to build the life I want away from all the distractions that are these two nations. There is no hope, there is no light. There is no life in independence, and there is no life of absolute riches. They are boring as all living hell. The more you partake or advance in a venture you do not understand, the less you live on the land because it will spit you out and your madness. I like to believe you have to really comprehend something first before you commit your time in following it or living in it. I am a critic of a lot of concepts but when it comes to knowledge and understanding, I am very adamant. I am sturdy. I am stubborn. I will refuse to be 149

moved by words of faith and shallow talks of desire because of the Empire of Russia. Their conception and understanding will overwhelm and destroy yours.

As the time passes, my love for one nation grows, and my desire to be in it increases greatly.

I think I first became captivated by Ireland because of General Montgomery. I grew up in Montgomery County. I remember the exact words the general said to his wife in a page that I read while I was with my ex-girlfriend at the time. She and I were facing the same disaster in our economic venture. He used to say to her “ just as long as it lasts”. She intern used to tell him about her nightmares about how she saw his end. The words of the general used to hit home.

Although the city that I was raised in was named after him, he was of Irish Origin. He lived in the Kingdom of Ireland, in Swords county, Dublin City. The Kingdom no longer exists, and it has been replaced by the Republic instead. The national animal then used to be The Irish Elk, now it is the Irish Hare. A lot has changed but the land and the animals have not changed much.

The Irish Elk has gone extinct. I think it's mostly due to over-hunting. When you research deep in the land, the names and the history remain but the spirit left a long time ago. The spirit of Rome still remains. The closest Kingdom to Rome at the moment is The United kingdom. They even use the same letters as the

Romans did. If there was ever a country I want to reside in, it would be Rome. Rome is the hope of the world, the light of the nations, the convent of the blind countries, and the Image of god.

Very few countries still have Roman heritages or use the same calendars. I searched throughout the earth and the nation I found to be the closest at the moment is Ireland. It might be a personal choice but that is of no concern to anyone else but me. I like the land, I like the shape, and I love the atmosphere. The Romans there are so nice and warm. Whenever you call them, they answer.

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Whenever you need their help, they will get you what you want. When you are in need of comfort, they will give you their best and leave nothing behind. The moment I heard of this land, I told my then ex-girlfriend of my desire to go there and live permanently. I love rome. The inhabitants and the citizens are my comrades. I want to spend the rest of my life with them roaming the land, preferably on foot. There is a lot to see, there are a lot of areas to cover. There are quite a lot of species of feet to eat.

I have been looking at the pictures of the shores lately. There is nothing more magnificent than the Irish shores. You just want to go to the beaches by yourself and stay there without reason. I often think of myself laying on the green grass of the shores of Ireland, far on top of the edge, right by the cliffs. I like to imagine myself lying there on my back feeling the crashing waves on my face, the glistening wet dew on my side with nothing but grass under my back. I used to think of myself just laying there in the midst of a rainy dark weather, while the ocean waves hit the rocks at the bottom of the green grass. I used to imagine myself feeling the slight cold of the rain on my face, the breeze of my cheeks and I used to calm myself. I imagined myself as the thunder, rowdy and monstrously blue, crackling through the sky like a flash. I wanted to just lay there and stretch my hands to the horizon, while the rain hit the grassland with no one there. My love for the republic is great, especially when you add the rainy weather to it. I think there is nothing more glorious than laying on land, looking at the gray skies in the midst of a rainy storm, enjoying the 75 degree heat cooling your veins down to the core and you are just laying there tasting the sweet sweet rain on your face by yourself. What a glorious majesty to be with oneself, and the nation that you love under your back. I used to dream that the moments would never end. To me, If Rome is the light, Ireland is the host. I have already decided the only way to get there is through Nippon. No other nation can help me get there. I have tried many 151

kinds of allegiances, not one of them has worked so far. All of them either do not want to partake in the journey, they can’t, or deem it impossible. No nation has so far often offered their help to help me get to the land I want and live in it. The Americans have known for quite a while, yet they won’t even offer me jobs or financial opportunities to get there.

They think of themselves as the beginning and end of the universe. They reason it and say “ well, almost everyone wants to come to America, you should be lucky”. Other nations follow suit. They look at the statistics of the continent and how many illegal immigrants want to go into the country including the nation they are governing and think and make a conclusion,

“your plan to leave the United States is not right, and we will not offer you help or financial assistance of any kind”. I am looking at being the next Anne Franke stuck here in the gutters of hell that is America, forced to accept a principle a dog wouldn’t understand just for the sake of fulfilling my biological fathers’ wishes. Time has passed, I have completed my project, yet the life I want is not there. Another lie, another job. The United States is not a sovereign nation, it is a project, another work in progress without anyone to protect it. I often sit and wonder what in the heavens humans are thinking when they want to inhabit a land that the citizens themselves are offing themselves on. Most of them are Indians anyway. They are all subjects of their agreements with India. They watch and make pornography from sunup to sundown in the comfort of their own houses, while making contractual agreements with India. I do not understand them any longer. I do not understand Canada anymore.

According to some stats, 71.75% of North Americans consume Pornography. You can’t even imagine your neighbors walking out the door without having sexual relations without someone in your neighborhood or consuming adult entertainment videos. There is no more sanity because the transgression keeps getting deeper and deeper. I do not feel trapped anymore. I know 152

I will be if I sign another contract to enter the websites to linger in their motion. They submit to India. They are savages. The guilt of the nation will not reach me any longer and I do not want to associate with them any longer. It’s the wildest thing. You see that people attending church services are “christians” and 70% of the household consumes premium pornography. They even pay for it, yet when it comes to offering you a job to leave the country you do not want to be in, they turn a deaf ear. All their ads are programmed to sell you out to India. The land is no longer habitable. It sucks to sustain any kind of life there.

At the moment, I owe very little debt. I think I owe a little north of $5000 to some credit card companies that I took out when I was in college. In the last year I owed a total of $50,000

and leveraging the first book I had, I managed to pay off over %90 of the money that I owed the Department of Education. I learned a lot, yet I no longer feel home. There is no more room for advancement. I have no wealth in North America. I no longer have any friends there. They are all dead. I have seen my friends die over time and a lot of them no longer exist. The relationships I had with them no longer exist. The memories I had with them are gone. I do not even remember some of their names anymore. After you get left to fend for yourself countless times, after you feel the steel

of vengeance strike your back a few times, you tend to leave the stories and times you spent behind. I no longer know what forgiveness is because it has been so long since I was separated from a lot of people. I have been constantly advancing with my military militia that I have formed. We are no longer in need of any kind of friendships or family relations. We have grown so strong to the point we have formed our own nation online. Everyday we grow and we keep on advancing. At this moment, we have also defeated the government of China. We have never 153

submitted to their tik tok madness. Over a billion people still use tik tok, we do not. Some religious people have escaped service in India through serving China. We do not work with them nor are we willing to work with them. My militia and I are 70,000 strong. We will not associate with China or help them in the future or their obsession with achieving enlightenment. They are inexperienced, they are submissive and oftentimes misleading. We do not even know their objectives half the time. Their slave master whip lash hurts just as much as the Indian pleasure house prices. They want to constantly bring us down by arming the people that we do not like, nor have any kind of love for. I do not trust them nor have any love for them. They want to classify us based on our achievements and our social standing and I do not enjoy it. At this moment, they are attempting to fight us, to prevent us from achieving whatever goal we have through their digital warfare weapons. As we advance ceaselessly, the only thoughts on our minds are of the nation that we love and long to see.

I realize the journey is long. I monitor my health often and much like Moses, I often fear that I might not reach it. I want to be the Joshua of my people, not the one that didn’t complete the mission he wanted. I have no fear but the people are disagreeing with me constantly. No one has given us any kind of support so far. We have taken it through the law, or military conquest.

No nation at the moment is willing to help us get there other than Nippon. It is quite hard to be left alone to achieve a goal that you desperately want without the assistance of others.

Oftentimes, you just want to close the door on them after they reject you. Sometimes, you want to turn on them but the only thing India leads to is suicide. The only thing China leads to is Federal Prison. You can never justify using martial arts on humans and hurting them badly because you can. China can not offer us anything anymore, neither can the Indians. Although these nations host billions, they are not worth any of our time from this point on. There is no 154

other way to describe how much I dislike them and never want to associate with them again. If there is a gold standard, China is the Bronze of the nation at the moment. I have no fear in saying this because even if they are to become the greatest power in the coming future, the current present does not encapsulate their inability to help us get to where we need to go. At the moment I would rather rely on the devil than rely on The United States for any kind of help. There was a time when the devil or satan never fell from heaven. I think considering my pristine driving record, my lucifer has not left the heaven I have created for myself yet. In all my 29 years of life, I have yet to have any kind of ticket. I do not have any kind of traffic infringements. I have never been stopped at the traffic light or known any kind of incompetence on the road. I have yet to defile my Rome in the territories that I love. To keep something intact for so long takes such care but to the eyes of the child that has never known evil, it is quite nice to not be able to tell the difference between right or wrong. Recently, a good artist that I love named Toby Keith died.

They have ruled his death cancer. I think there is more to the story. Everyone is going to go out and lie from this point on and I know it. They are going to say it is because of alcohol consumption. They have already prepared articles and ads against the consumption of alcohol and they are going to push the agenda forward in everyone's throat until they get all the money he earned. They are going to push sober agenda’s to the max until they are satisfied with their sex lives. They want to be proud of their sobriety, the whole lot of them, pedophiles to the core.

They want to push their guilty agenda while we suffer under their whiplash. They want to choke us with the invisible hand of India, and strangle us with the chords of China. In all fairness, they are the ones who killed him. They removed him from the things he loved to do. They pushed him to the edge of “sober consciousness” and to accept their children's molestation way of life to

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people like me do not want to associate with them. No one stays sober. All people who attend Alcoholic and Narcotic anonymous are either child molesters or consumers of pedophilia. There is no way they can stay “sober” without finding the equivalent of pleasure. As a knight, I will spend my life hunting them down all the days of my life, I refuse to give them any rest. I won’t avenge anything. I will not argue anything. I will spend my time exposing them for what they really are, people who are less than humans who submit to the rulership of other nations and bleed their own country blind. I would rather worship my devil than their Jesus. If they are the people that go to heaven, I have already booked my ticket to hell a long time ago. I do not want to associate with them. They stink like rotten pigs, and their children reek of death. They stink of lies and corruption. I hope none of them exist to live to tell the tale of their ventures and the poison they feed the rest of the population. The whole lot of them come in the millions, vile as all hell while rejecting every kind of law that stands between man and god. I hope they get injured and require medical treatment. One of these days, my unit and I will remove every form of alcohol from the hospitals. We will protest outside the gates of the hospitals to have the generals remove any kind of alcohol from the hospitals so when they bleed, they will get infected.

When they need surgeries, we will be there to prevent them from using any kind of alcohol. We will attack the sanitizer makers in court to not sell to hospitals and sue them with large fines for supporting people in Alcoholic Anonymous or Narcotic Anonymous. We will be relentless and have Health care stores shut their market down to not use any form of products that contain alcohol. They are so demented, they have left the world behind and are fixed upon a reality that does not exist, like staying in sober facilities that prevent the consumption of alcohol, yet use 156

sanitizers. Their way of life makes no sense. I often think of them leaving the world bloody as all hell with infections the size of tennis balls because that is the world that they chose.

What I want most in this world is to spend time with the humans that I love, eat and drink with them, and it is hard considering there are quite very few of them. I am here writing this in agony and desire, contemplating what life would be like if I was to be a savage and implement some of the policies that I want on them like they have been on me. I do not desire riches, I do not desire fame, I do not desire a lot of things people want. Sometimes, a quiet moment is all one needs to come to a decisive conclusion. The life of a knight is one the battlefield. I never want to leave it. I want to die somewhere in a huge grassland in a bloody conflict. I want to die a violent death going full speed ahead riding on a horse and biting a bullet. Oftentimes I want to die in a gory way, so bloody and repulsive to the point I am too disfigured to notice. I think it is better than having to live with some of these losers we have as leaders on this planet. I hate to think about the future but if the present is not nice, might as well change it. I am in the constant struggle to reach my goal. I am the sworn protector of my ideals. I will refuse to let them go for some love passion I can get for $2 at the corner of the street in the middle of the night in the red light district.

There is more knowledge to be gained than all the desires I am offered can satisfy. My longing is to be back in the woods again with my soldiers, deep in the trenches of the hell hole of nowhere, looking inside the forest to a grazing deer while we were singing and dancing to the sound of great music. I still remember it to this day on this autumn day away from civilization. I was sitting down listening to good tunes with my men, and two deers came creeping along in the woods. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They looked so cute. Just like me, all they wanted was to 157

have a good time. It was the hell hole of nowhere in the US, yet the glorious deers were calm just as the environment was, and little rabbits were hopping and grazing on the land while they were hanging out with me, consuming delightful food, while the soldiers and I exchanged stories. No matter what you do, you can never take these memories from me. I love the moments I shared with them. All my plans are to return to these domains and stay there permanently. The Republic and the Kingdom of Ireland are the domains I wish to serve and stay in all the rest of my life.

Even thieves and dumb door knob humans can never take it from me because it is a conviction I am willing to lay my life for. This is my sworn duty for the rest of my life. I will never depart from it and no kind of argument anyone makes can make me betray the confidence I have in this government.

At the end of the day, it will be the people who will be the challenge. I will advance without turning my head until I reach the land I want. I will support Russia until they win the war in Ukraine. I will never submit to India nor any contract of the adult entertainment nature ever again. I will never serve China or their Interests. I will make it my personal mission to leave my motherland and fatherland to be united forever more to the land I love and adore, along with making peace with the people that live in it. This is my duty as a Knight.

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I have been catching up on a lot of reading lately. The world has gone to favor the political side of the climate right around this time since every four years or so, the United States elects its presidents. The time between January and November is usually used to pull people together from every part of the country and have them vote to elect the representatives that will go on to lead the nation for another four years. During this time, I ran into the funniest events I have ever encountered in my life. Although lately, all my time has been taken by political events, these three matters have been laying me to waste for the past couple of days and I wanted to share the secrets with everyone before they escape me.

The first event that I encountered is called “Abo Mismar”, which in English translates to

“The almighty nail”. Ever since I discovered the term a few days ago I have been laughing on the floor crying my eyes out due to the sensitive nature of the name. The name is given to a specific plant in Ethiopia, Khat. This specific strain is the most expensive one and comes from Harar.

They chew it to help me produce euphoria and good sensations. Although my encounter with the plant is non-existent, I have come close to the name to the point I fully understand the concept of the product. To nail something is to put something in its place, and to hammer something goes along with it, however, when you address the nail itself, it is used to secure the item in its place.

With modern technology, it has been easier to remove the nail using good hammers or using products such as mechanical nail removers. Nevertheless, there are some things that you genuinely want to put in their place. The name itself creates the image of security. I have come to find it funny more than anything because lately, I have been trying to secure myself Irish Citizenship.

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The event has been getting out of hand because every time I try to apply for an extended Visa, I find it hard to come up with the money. I have the means to move from Ethiopia to The United States countless times over the course of the year but I have yet to come up with enough money to afford going to Ireland and staying there. Sitting here Writing this, I can afford to go to Ireland and stay there for a couple of weeks probably, and not only that, I would have to work every day to secure food to eat before I hit the 6 month mark and get kicked out of the country back to the United States. The travel ticket in itself is a nightmare. I have been living a good life and when looking at the bi-weekly paycheck, it is kind of hard to fit all of it into a large vacation package let alone time away into a different country where I have to even apply for a work Visa.

The application itself has been a nightmare and paying the fee for it has also become a nightmare.

When you think of the name “Abo Mismar'', you are probably thinking of a good time using Khat by the streets somewhere in Harar, and I am asking myself the question, “How can I nail this project down in its place and find the means to afford the tickets”? The term works both ways. When you use the plant, you like the country so much apparently, from where you are sitting to the point you never want to leave it. I think that is where the original name comes from.

The citizens of Ethiopia love to consume it all around Addis city. The price is unique to the specific town you are in but I think it ranges somewhere around 200 birr. The people seem to be having a good time although the surrounding areas look like they could use a lot of help. The 160

name brings out the fun and games in the plant because even if the surrounding area doesn’t particularly look that nice, they sit down and consume it with all their might. I think in some parts I saw trash everywhere along with sewage water going across the streets yet people were there with the goats eating the plant as if all is well. I thought it was funny because when you eat it , I think it gives you good feelings to the point you are nailed down to the place you are in, the town, the city and the country. I enjoy the name itself. I have been sitting here trying to find a solution for my “Irish Problem”. I have been struggling to meet the mark. I have been struggling to depart from where I am to make my home in the country yet the difficulty is surmountable.

There are a lot of obstacles in the way that have been hindering me from making the capitol my home. The name “Abo Mismar '', is appealing and really funny because it talks and tells of a tale where the user is plunged in place with nowhere to go. In a time where the target I want to hit keeps moving around, I wish I could find a way to nail the objective down in it’s place where it won’t move an inch. I find comfort in knowing there is an ending to a matter because so far everything has been “go, go go”.

The second reason I found they named the plant “Abo Mismar”, is because of the catastrophic nature of the plant. In other parts of the world such as Europe and the United States, It is a schedule I controlled substances. That means the plant has been studied and the conclusive findings dictate the plant has no medicinal benefits and has a high risk of abuse. In middle 161

eastern countries however, like Somalia and Ethiopia, the plant is legal and no one has outlawed it for recreational use. In a country where the prevailing religion is Christianity, the local community frowns upon the use of it and sends their children to treatment when they see them using or abusing the drug. The majority of them tend to have modern relations with European or American countries so they fear their relationships along with their citizenships will be in jeopardy. Which is why when they find candidates that use the plant, along with their children, they prevent them from leaving the country against their will either because they want to punish them, or because they do not want someone to represent them going to other countries who have an addiction to the Khat plant. In this likeness, the name of the plant, the “best” strain, sticks out since it is nicknamed the nail. With every effort they have, they will use it to nail you to the country against your will. The name on both sides fit the description of the plant very well.

The second event that I found that has been laying me on the floor when I discovered the meaning of it is “a shank”. When I was little, I watched a lot of Prison Break episodes. The show streamed well on Satellite TV because it had a large audience. There was a character named

“T-bag” on the show. T-bag was a prisoner in the movie whose real name Theadore Bagwell.

The character was based of the real Republican voting criminal Ted Bundy who raped and abused his victims before he killed them. The protagonist of the show wanted to escape the prison for

whatever reason the script was written for, then this T-bag character kept getting in his way so a conflict ensued. I remember the episode vividly but T-bag wanted to cause a lot of damage to the protagonist by using a shank. When he went to the working division of the prison, where the 162

other inmates would do black smith work, he asked specifically for an item that would cause lethal damage. He wanted the product badly and was rewarded by his friend with an Item that would be fatal to another individual who was harmed by it. The weapon was a shank with teeth in which his friend explained that once it enters the body and the user pulls from the victim's stomach, the guts will be pulled out with it. He explained the pain is not that great but once the infection sets in, the guy is a goner. My intention when I ran into this specific scene was by accident but the context had a slight home run when I found out the word shank can be used interchangeably in other devices or items.

The word shank can be a term used for an item that causes damage and then the aftermath that ensues gets worse over time. Recently, I borrowed an Item from a roommate. It was a Bluetooth speaker which his loved one had purchased for him. I had been using it in and around the house as I pleased but a couple of days ago, I dropped it on the ground and the charging unit stopped working. The speakers were working well. The Bluetooth function was there and all the buttons worked fine but the charging point had shifted a few millimeters with the fall which caused the lateral movement of the port. In return, when charging it, to get the “ok” light that the speaker was in fact charging, you had to shift the charger abnormally with a little bit of force.

The applied force brought back an indication the item was charging and even after that I used it well because it did change the item. I think it was yesterday when I returned the item to him. I couldn’t understand why he was fuming the whole day. His friends were there, his loved ones were there but he looked a bit in the heat. It was then I remember I didn’t tell him about what happened to the speaker and how it needed external force added to the charging port to fully 163

charge it again. I had charged it way over 90 percent when I returned it so he didn’t realize when the item lost its power, the charging would become a problem. I have several electronic devices and there are other roommates that use the speakers so right up until this morning, no one knew it was me who did something to it. Everyone had forgotten to do their daily assignments, along with governing their social media accounts because all their attention was stolen by the shank that was created unintentionally. Without meaning it, I had caused the identical damage of a shank. Without his knowledge, I returned the device where he would find it while withholding the information from him. Up until the point I told him, he had completely gone into fits of anger, not knowing where the damage was coming from. Over time, like an infection, the heat didn’t die down until I told him what happened. It was a simple fix but the whole event was like being shanked. I realized today that being shanked has nothing to do with being shanked. The name in itself can be used to describe an event that matches the damage done by an item and it can be anything.

Over the past few years, I have been a prolific writer. I have been working on my own magazine, and not only that I have been working with media companies in publishing the latest information on their platforms. Whenever I would write articles, I tend to make sure the audience is thoroughly entertained or well informed depending on the nature of the paper that I am writing. Most often than not, I make sure I never pass the 900 word mark. I like to submit papers on time and I also like writing papers that tell good stories but much like other reports or journalists, I have my superstitions. My superstition is number 9. The number is an ending number. Whenever you count from 1 up to 9, the ending number is 9. Any number after 9 is 164

double digit numbers. All infinite numbers encompass the numbers 1-9. To me the number 9 is a dragon number. I named it “The dragon number” because when you inspect the world of reptiles, the largest animal you find is the Komodo dragon. Although dragons are mythical creatures, the name of the Indonesian reptile is not well known. The Komodo has a finishing effect that is black in nature since the skin of the dragon itself in general is black. Whenever anyone runs into the number 9, the finishing effect is there. The true sign of an ending is close since any number you write after 9 is a repeat number of all the past numbers.

If you pass the number 9, the next time you find it in a number, it would have increased dramatically. If you get paid 9 dollars and if you get paid 90 dollars an hour, there is a huge Gap.

This is why I tend to end my papers on a good note, numbers in the 900 word mark, since the next time you find the number 9 leading is when you reach the number 9000. The number would have increased exponentially, and the newspaper you wanted to write is no longer a newspaper but a magazine. When looking at the dragon in The Bible, it is found in the book of revelations at the end of the book where the animal itself is looked upon as the antagonist of all mankind. The creature represents the end of all evolution as well since it is an apex predator. Religious books along with scientific books agree that dragons are a threat to the human species due to their aggressive nature. Dragons bring an ending to life and their representation is often conclusive.

The name Daniel in itself is an apocalyptic name that has its origin in the Torah. In the book it depicts a dragon that will once again appear in the book of revelations to bring an ending to all mankind. The Dragon number itself is a marker for the completion of an event, a matter or a 165

time, which is why, when I learned of Daniel Defoe’s book, “The Journal of the Plague year”, I was in tatters. The book has somewhere close to 100,000 words and considering the benchmark that I would accomplish if I write as much as him, I would be facing Daniel Defoe himself. His last name, Defoe, kind of sounds like the words “The Foe.” Foe’s are usually the antagonists in a show. They are the bad guys. Which is why the sentences I was using radically started making me laugh till I was on the floor laughing my guts out. The sentences I realized were getting funny by the minute since they would have no end in their nature. “ Today, I am facing Daniel Dafoe”. “ I know what will happen after I beat Daniel Defoe.” “I have defeated Daniel Dafoe”.

To wrap up the last couple of days, where I spent them laughing from sun up to sun down, it is because of these three events that took place in which together, tell the tale of a catastrophic event that could be brought to an end from the outside using “Abo Mismar”, a situation that can be brought an end by the user using a shank, or an event that can hoped to be reached but never will while striving to do so without any effort. The first event was funny because although I still have yet to know if Khat has a bitter taste or not, I can’t help but laugh at the name that is unique to the plant itself which is named due to its conclusive nature. It has a pulling effect where I am mesmerized by the definition of the Shank that can be used. In my case, the fall of the speaker was an accident that was in no way intentional. Even though the intention of using any kind of shank is intentional, the nature of the matter doesn’t change. Any one is capable of using a shank to cause astronomical damage to anyone they please or to 166

something they want. Much like “Abo Mismar”, that nails you in your place from outside use, the inside use of the shank also has a conclusive effect. The first two, just like the dragon number can be found inside your house anywhere. They can help you find a way to defeat your personal Daniel Defoe. No matter the item in the house, such as a rock, can be used as a shank in the sense that once you use it to damage per se, a table, it takes a few moments for the “infection” to settle in. The straight edges are no longer straight and the plates you want to put on it to eat for are no longer stable. The drinks in the cup will likely tilt to the edge and cause the liquid in the cup to sink to a different angle where the original purpose and function of the table would have sufficed. All together, I found meaning and understanding the past few days searching for matters that are too deep. The journals I have been writing have brought me humor. Sturdy and unmovable human names have also brought me challenges I couldn’t find working my daily job.

The dragon number has brought me clarity, the shank helped expand my knowledge of the English language along with the humor you can create mixing up words and sentences from subject matters that are too deep to understand.

In conclusion, the point of today’s paper is not to ask the reader to consume Khat nor use a shank. The point of today’s paper is to express the humor I found in playing with words and numbers. I do not condone the use of illegal substances, nor do I condone the use of violence to achieve a goal but humor is ok when you find it in friends, and other humans that let you explore their works where the play on words can be a healthy conflict for the household, and when you 167

use sentences like “ I find my opponent Daniel Defoe hard to beat” is ok, no one is offended let alone shanked or drugged.

Chapter 45 - Her name was of Interest

She and I met when we were about 13. We used to go everywhere together. The moment we met, I thought of her like a sister. The more we started hanging out, she repelled all my anguish away. I was delighted in her movements, the way she danced when we went out at night.

The most fascinating thing about her was how rich she was. I neve thought any kind of money would be enough to fall in love, and move in with her. She had a past that was sort of unique compared to others. I think what I liked about her the most was her smile when she lied to me.

The more I go back to think of how much she meant to me at the time, I can’t help but wonder about the good times we spent together. We spent hours just texting sometimes when I was just a freshman in high school. The most delightful thing about her was the cute shorts she would wear to have fun with my friends and I. I liked the Idea of a woman who was a tomboy sort of looking chick around with my male friends. I can talk about her for a long time without having to destroy the integrity of her character. She liked to wear cute tops along with her curly hair. We made 168

good memories together. Day after day, night after night, when we texted and when we talked on the phone, the stories were filled with humor and playful aggression that would eventually lead to great moments. We used to go sightseeing together whenever we had the opportunity. I think the buildings around the city were one of the most interesting aspects of our memorable nights.

She gleamed when I told her jokes. She liked my day stories the most since I was in class most of the time. In highschool, I was not the most handsome guy nor the brightest, but I knew how to get around the school well enough. The most interesting detail about me was not physical appearance but the way I used languages around the school. I like beautiful women and the ones that were not so beautiful. To me, to be beautiful means you are the result of what you do to yourself. If you constantly draw with one hand and have not mastered how to draw with the other hand, you are the problem because If you start having chronic pains as a result of the misuse of one hand, and that hand ends up deformed, the person responsible would be you.

I think it becomes a problem when women do not realize what you make of yourself is what makes you beautiful. If a person who goes to the gym, say a cute girl, ends up competing in sports that are not fit for the person she is attracted to, like a chess player since their life would not fit the lifestyle they want to cohesively create, the problem is the exercising itself along with the decision. The problem with most people is they do not think that when they take actions to attract certain people, they make decisions against other people. When you choose to love one person, in retrospect, the individual has to give up liking someone else since the law of the land would be the best ally to the one who is likely to get a marriage license. Whatever country one 169

person might be from, the best they will likely get is a license to go on being married but polygamy is not something most people practice across the planet well since the act itself is frowned upon. Polygamy is of interest to me for many reasons. It helps you choose between different cultures. It helps you choose any woman you want as your mate from all across the globe who is willing to get in bed with you along with creating a family with you. Polygamists are usually polyamorists. The idea in itself is really interesting since it makes people happy, especially the male who has a lot of wives. To my best of ability, I can recall some families who have succeeded in society with a polygamous relationship.

The first person I can say who definitely practices polygamy is the society man Donald John Trump. Donald Trump in his ripe old age of 78, already had three wives. He is the champion of the Republic but the family he has created over the past decades has grown considerably large. I think through his first first, who is now deceased, he has created three children, who in themselves have made other 3 children individually. The excerpt is not about the family itself but the critical analysis or the man Donald Trump himself. He is a good person.

I think he is a really good politician and believe if you may, he has a shot at becoming the next President of the United States, and winning it. He is, however, a terrible businessman. I have never seen a large family in a long time. Even if his initial family is a nuclear family, it goes so far left with his second and third wife who he also has children with. His second wife bore him a 170

daughter before he married a third one and had a son with her. My criticism stems mostly from my humor. I do not know why you need a second and a third wife nor do I understand the objective of divorce itself. Maybe he didn’t like them much, and maybe there was infidelity but the fact that he had children with each and everyone of these women means they probably take time hanging out with each other quite a lot. When he wants to see his sons, he has to see his other two wives. When he wants to see his daughters, he has to also see his other two wives.

When he wants to spend time with all these children, all his children round up together along with his wives. The term divorce in this way loses its definition since the meaning is the complete division of the human from another human. The point of a family is to produce offspring that would inherit your gene and carry your DNA to the next generation. I do not think you need more than one wife, unless you intend to keep the others as a spare. What do you do?

Do you keep the others as back up just in case one falters like a karaoke machine? Do you keep one as backup just in case there is a political assignment that needs diversity like a muslim nation? Do you get back together with one wife while the other one is there and make it like the conflict never happened? My criticism although may seem harsh, it is a bitter reality that has created conflict about money across families worldwide. In this way, polygamy has its bright side, but it also has its jabbing point where if the pressure gets a little too much, the pain will start to kick in.

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where I would date multiple women and make cute remarks with them whenever we hang out. I dream about it sometimes when I am in bed texting one or two women at the same time.

Another time it would be a business text from work, other times it would be a personal text from the girl I like, yet the thoughts are often there.

Chapter 46 - She made me happy

Satisfaction is the measurement. The reward is the glory you achieve from it. When you are the champion of the environment because you have made a standing structure that is a light to the community, the people are mesmerized because of it. The community sometimes stands in awe of families who rise above the local drama and make things happen. Just as much as there are beautiful women and not so beautiful women, there are also radical women and women who are not so radical. One is inwardly kempt, they like to take care of themselves, in return that reflects on other people, especially one they like. The other changes the environment around them, in return the community becomes cohesive and they generate a lot of revenue. When the community generates revenue, roads are built, schools are made well to the point good teachers are hired. I am a fan of both these women yet the light source often has to be the person that leads. Women often make it hard to observe well the impact they have on society, but they do not want to look back and ask you your take on the community as a whole.

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terrible at everything. She couldn’t even speak English well. Her best was giving me fresh information that would churn my insides. I wanted to see her badly because I wanted to compete with her. I wanted my words to shine more than hers did. I liked it when we competed with each other because she was just as educated as me but a completely bad girl. She was the kind of girl who would take you to the club and leave you hanging just because she thinks its funny. She is the kind of girl that would just leave by herself to go hang out with her friends because she can.

More often than not, the stories we make were done with the help of alcoholic beverages. Deep in the night when mistakes are so easy to make, she would whisper naughty questions in my ear, like “do you want to come over to my place for more drinks?” I liked that she had to knack for trouble since we were so young, the damages done by her shallowness can be remedied the morning after. I liked her passiveness and short curly speeches in the twilight. Daylight was her best friend, and the night lights her madness. She spoke rapidly when you caught her with subtle inputs and her vibe would change to someone who would stand by your side and pretend to be your enemy when in real life, she is an axe that would penetrate deep with just the same force you used to strike the top of the object. She would split you in half with her silence, and her cute comical jabs are the thunder you need to light the way in the dark sky when it rains. You would stare into her eyes and lose sight of time since she was the most perfect person in your life.

Oftentimes than not, the feelings you get when you spend time together are incomparable. Like a thunder she would come into your life, and when you wouldn’t even notice how wet you are standing there in shock of the sound. The fear of the sound is what gets you, with her, it’s the damage she does to your sadness.

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When you are not over the sadness you feel, she is the medicine that comes in your life like a storm. The storm, although sometimes used as a negative factor in life, I can’t say so about this woman. More often than not, I liked the way she spoke about other people. She was the kind of person who would warm your heart by the sweet words she would use to describe other individuals. Although a woman who was well spoken for, she didn’t have problems dealing with company. She endured the tenacity of others for the sake of her well being. She kept others at an arm's length just for the purpose of making them think they had a chance, but not enough to hurt her and take what they want. The woman was a heft one with a lot knack for violence because inorder to get a taste of her love, to get a love that was divine, a love that made me melt more than the sun under the blue sky, I had to compete against other men who were just as strong, who were just as handsome. I enjoyed the fierce competition but not to the point it made me unhappy.

I lingered in the thoughts of her just to be the person she wanted me to be, the person that would never leave her side, not the person she wouldn’t take home to her family. The general classification of men in a woman’s diary is one you can take home to introduce to your parents.

To me, the general classification is how well a woman can help you conquer nature as it is. I enjoy the deep woods, the trail that is made through walking in the company of the woman you love deep in the forest. I like the muddy paths that come about because a lot of the ridges have deep foot holes in them.

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Hot the temperatures may be, cold the weather may get, she never hated being by your side. She was willing to make the deep jungles your home. I think the times spent with her were well beyond what I could have asked for. She took my breath away. Often, I wanted to inhale and gasp out loud when lying on my back on my bed, sending her cute messages through my phone. I lingered there looking at empty spaces hoping she would text me back. I liked the sound of the telephone when it made text noises since I knew It was probably her. I made it my personal mission to wait until I got her full attention in the hopes that one day, she can give me a family I would love and cherish. Sparks fly in the air, the sound of gun fire rings in my ear, the smell of gunpowder spurs me and I reflect on the odd memories we made together under the beauty of the southern sky.