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

Chapter 43 - Old Submission

However guilty of the citizens that want to subjugate me to their agenda, what kind of honor could there be in being dominant going through the back door? Here they have taken my job from me, and my previous honor, and their solution is to ask me to go through the back door, as an American. They can sink no lower, not only because they are talking about anal sex, but their poison into selling generalship, as a silver prize for a son of a lord. Maybe that is they plan for a better golden plan, a prison cell. Things couldn't get any worse. Their sober agenda is fixated with a plan to go on the offensive, make someone bleed and take the whole thing. Some people had it better, in the cemetery.

There can be no real peace with these fools. There is no going back from what they are proposing. There are better dirt naps, than having to be bothered by “land-lords”, who won’t obey the law of the land. I want to be a gunslinger, much like AL Capone. There is a real hero. I want to work with moonshiners, who do not think it better than the casual “gift” from the wife, on the couch, where I never want to eat a piece of my bread with them again. I never in my life 101

want to sit at the same table, with people who practice oral sex. I want my own plate. They are vile, and what they put in their mouth is not meant for consumption. I trust the alcohol, which sanitizes your mouth. I will not have them near me, let alone share the same house or bed. I kind of like the paper bags of McDonalds, and their plastic utensils. It keeps the bottom feeders away.

I would rather be a gangster.