ROMA Volume I - COMPENDIUM - [The Spoils of A General] by Samuel Kebede - The Roman Memoir - HTML preview

Chapter 12 - Colors

The Color of Doctors is white. The color of lawyers is black. The color of Professors is Gold. They will never teach you to go to Rome. A PHD thesis is over 100,000. I was well over that in my youth. I can tell you here, while the colors of Rome are crimson, it’s as if they have no authorization to go there. I no longer trust them. I do not want to be thought about Gold, or the Darkness, or good feelings. They do not help at all times. While the color of blood runs red, they run the opposite way to save their precious good time, without associating the people that need to keep moving on. Doctors practice all sorts of vivid evil, such as castrations of our youth, and letting them believe they are a different gender for the right pay. Lawyers end up defending the lawyers, and their practice is besmirched with godless traits, and we are tried with the conviction that there is a third gender, because they use “good”. rhetoric, that sounds good but is evil in its nature.

I can’t have professors stand on the mountains of my country, and plead for the nation to be “understanding”of the “safe-sex” practice of teenagers, because there is no such a dime. Their voices are wasted, along with their salaries, on the scaffold of lies, where they “train” the youth 34

with sexual pleasures that are devious in nature, because they can earn money when they please others.

Chapter 13 - The strength of the past year

We managed to go through a plague last year. Down to the point of the incoming superbowl, we would have gone through wild desserts, metaphorically, in my own household since leaving Maryland. Nothing I wanted was in my hands. It was all work, back breaking work from sunup to sun down. There were fractions, and mirages in the air, where it seemed like our sanctuary was near, but in reality, it was nowhere in sight. We gasped for air, while the drought took us over. Money left by the hundreds. The food spoiled, the rations were not there. It was an enormous challenge we went through for the pure neatness, the utmost desperate move to win the climate. Win we did, politically, and what ensued was the take over of continents. From South America, we hosted the Army and drove it north. From Australia, all the way, we dragged the numbers to Japan. In madness, we took the spoils of Antarctica, and lastly, we took over South America through Argentia.

Vastly speaking, we are a continental Army strong. There are no countries left to go against. We are left with our allied comrades.We are left with Clive Staple Lewis from England, 35

representing All of Europe, Tsar Alexander I, Leo Tostoy, and Rasputin from Russia, representing Asia, Japan representing itself, with Kishimoto San, and there is me, Samuel from North America. The Key to Rome are these nations, and eventually, a country we can be happy to live in. Surely, there is mysticism in the stories. Mythologically, fantasy lies ahead, deep towards the edge of the world. Dashing and prancing we may be, but when we first went against the heat of the desert, it was the red that bid us farewell to most of the desired things for the greater good. Rightly, in the middle, we couldn't tell how our scouring nature disabled us from the tundra. It is misleading and blinding to believe, while you feel well, and good, some actions can be justified. What a hell to live that way, not knowing where to go. We elusively went through it all. Now we are faced with a final catastrophe in the blue. If Emperor Commodus was born in the purple, we have been born into the blue, about to face the same catastrophe in red and white, past the feigned birth of the mother. I think we need courage to go forward but most importantly, I find kindness to be the trait that makes a united front strong. It sounds like a simple subject, yet it’s what makes friendship delightful. Holistically, Yes, Kindness is a real living person.