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ROMA - Volume IE

Samuel Kebede

Wishfully had I not met Indonesians, My reason would have been

crippled. For this alone, my praise goes out to Indonesia.

Index

Chapter 1 - love for women ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3

Chapter 2 - I am muslim, I am Mexican, and I am Black --------------------------------------- 5

Chapter 3 - I am a True born citizen, not a naturalized one ------------------------------------ 9

Chapter 4 - The God of the Republic ------------------------------------------------------------- 11

Chapter 5 - The Modern English should give up ----------------------------------------------- 12

Chapter 6 - old Submission ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 13

Chapter 7 - Last safe route -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 15

Chapter 1 - Love for Women

Dancing was my youthful friend. When I went to clubs, I would ask the ladies to dance, one at a time. I learned a lot of stuff in between highschool and college. There is a whole generation that lops off, that doesn’t boldly conform. We called the other ones’ locals, while they addressed themselves as neighborhoods. I can no longer dance as well as I used to. My hips and knees might fall off. I hate to drive as well. I would rather drink than drive. I would rather go to the local park, then stare out into the open for hours then dance nowadays.

I do like to mingle any longer. Dancing is for kids. Dating is for children. Experimenting is 3

for offspring. As monuments are planted, to signify the existence of the past, one must not linger there lest he/she ends up staying there. I no longer use social media. I have left all of it.

It has been years. I can’t use my contacts anymore. It is archaic. These days, I find myself advocating for polygamy. I do not think monogamy is wrong, considering it is the base of all marriages. I think in the state of Utah, there is still the capacity to marry multiple women there. I no longer wish to live a polyamorous life. I doubt till my death, I would find it again.

I enjoy the cold of Russia, where there are minimal travellers, and nomads on the streets.

Environmentally, I find bears and mountain lions as pets, like cats and dogs. Since the snow reduces their strength, considering they want to survive with little battle, it’s much safer to walk around with a pocket knife that arches like a gun. The land made drift by the wars of the past, has left evidence of large trees whose parents have drank the blood of soldiers, and have been made into furniture in citizen homes. You breathe the open air at the masts, then you breathe out into the cold to see the temperature leave your lips, then realize there is mysticism in the air. I gaze upon the bark of the trees and see the vines, where the logs have been carved with harsh growth. The father plant of the cedars and the oaks, have been involved in the civil wars, where the blood of the warriors has been left in the waters.

The soil has absorbed it, and the trees used the fine nutrients in the blood to grow good fruits.

I have heard of plants using waste as recycled materials to make good leaves. I have also heard of engineered plants specifically made to be loved and cared for in a house, but not a lot whose seeds knew human blood as fertilizer.

Walking around in public parks, it's simple to find clarity. The crowd will no longer 4

be appealing since the clubs were built on the back of the freedom that someone else fought for. Even if their children were to go out and have a good time, and you along with them, the history speaks for itself. The work that is left undone is visible, and age rapidly catches up.

As the story goes, a man set out to form his own government, because he saw nothing he desired on the land, and no matter how great he was, people found him unacceptable. He sat in the wild, and ventured forth towards the woods, where he found a dead Carcass lying on the ground. Before he could touch it, another male rushed up to him and asked if they could share the meal together. He told him he had inhabited the woods before him, and his name was Marcus Licenius Crassass. They became good friends, since they hit it off. Before they could divide the spoil since they were hungry, another male comes into view, and Introduces himself as Pompey Magnus. He told them there is a pile of Dung lying around, and they can use it to make camp for the night, and use it to start a fire, since it is the easiest substance to start a wife with. With minimal effort, the men tinder a light using stones to counter a flame, then as it started to burn, lit up the dung slowly, and used it as fuel to make a large campfire.

They saw the carcass was rotting, so they took the worms on it, along with the fester and put it to the fire. It started to burn, well, and the smell was a relief since, not only would it attract other wild animals, it could be used to relieve their hunger for the night, until they find a water source the next morning, where easy prey would come to drink. They used wood to make buckets. The buckets were helpful bringing water to the camp, which grew bigger, and along with dung, soil and water, they made shelter on top from the night weather, 5

to live under. As they increase the size of the buckets, they would use one for fishing, the other for water, and the other for root plants. Pretty soon, another male came into view to help out. His name was Vircingetorix. He was a northern man who loved to identify with the feelings of organisms. He helped them understand, the smallest thing you can execute is the maggot on the meat, and considering that, they have been taking life for a while. He was a trapper, and his name strung along the hunted small creatures, and how they felt. He understood, it was better to kill them, if they died happy or pleased, since they would not attract attention, nor the sound of a struggle would be heard in the woods. They started to forge weapons out of branches and trees, spears and stones of the like. Until, even the sand was being harvested in the boiling cauldrons. With water from the lakes and river, they organized a system to make pots from clay, then they heated the materials further to use them over cooking fires. In distaste, when they harvested honey, and they found syrup in tree barks, they would put in the pots along with the meats they would find.

The waters were covered from stream to stream. Small insects and reptiles of the shores, became common meals for the three. Regarding sanitation, they would bury it, then wash their hands. Promptly, they would stand up the fire for minutes on end to remove the harsh edges to return to normal life. Finally, they learned to entrap small mammals, such as beavers. Their skin had fine use in comfort settings. When they cleared the lands, then made it flat, cultivated by the weapons they had, it looked promising. They wanted to be soil warriors, where they inhabited the lands, and lived on it by working it. For easier meals, they would hunt at night, for birds that would rest on top of the trees, because they were skilled climbers. They were persistently growing richer, in skill and stories. Salt water made food 6

tastier. So they would harvest it in abundance, by boiling the water. The choice for food grew larger, and structure ruled the land. Kindly, their way of life attracted more, where no other people could ignore their accomplishments. Through the complex harvest of salts and sand, they managed to use the wild honey, and fat of animals to find and forge metals. They worked on their black smith skills until they could kill predators using traps they set, in a way, having the means to protect the herds they would raise in large lands. As they grew rich, more people joined them, and they took over large territories, whereupon teaching others to farm and harvest crops, they created a well to do country in which they wanted to rule. They named the nation Rome. The Romans used their metal work to build roads, by chiseling stone. They made tall standing structures to represent strength. Through domestication and hard labour, they organized a city-state government to house Senators, who would keep records and accounts of the beginning of the greatest civilization on Earth, had known then, and still knows now.

Chapter 2 - I am muslim, I am Mexican, and I am Black

Be it not for Rome, the colors of the US flag would be Red White, and Black. The word muslim is white, the word Mexican is red, and the word Black is Black. Muslim is the best religion, Mexican is the best nationality, and Black is the best race. These are the correct answers to life on this planet due to the rights these monument features hold. They make Rome when put together, but individually, they are not. In truth, I am a Roman, but no one understands that since Rome is a city in Italy nowadays. The United States will always be a thief of Rome. You see it on the sports vessels. They host wild sports every day in Colosseum-like structures called stadiums, where they remove Mexicans from the sport.

They spend billions of dollars making them, and they tell tales of the signs of their shift from a normal government to a washed down spectacle, where the gladiators were to be paid in blood, they pay them in money. There is no glory.

They deserve to perish under their lies, left alone in the midst of nowhere. There is no hiding anyone who attacks Rome for the sake of these tall standing structures, where they spend hours cooking food outside, to not buy food inside, where it costs more than the price of the dozen at grocery stores. The government actually sells packages in night time and day events, where the TV is held in captivity, and their programing is aimed at entertaining the federalist when he gets home, because little he needs is the light of friction in the pixels, 8

where they alter the light and the angles of the camera. They move the screen pixels as they please, along with darkening and highlighting the tv set edges to make a boring event, somewhat tolerable, and they think it is having “a good time”. No it is not. They keep chopping one at home. They take out the black, so they can nurse their drink in the grasp of their hand, while they think about the darkness in the can of the beer. It’s all a sale where they tell you it’s “drinking”, but not really. They want to feel nice about their day while hard chopping Romans from achieving what they want. Firstly, you can’t drink darkness. It’s not physically possible to consume anything other than beer. Beer is not their main objective, it’s the communication between their friends on the TV, to see who can sell the most, to earn income while they are working at home. I do not trust them, because later, when the TV is off, they will speak about the consequences of being drunk and intoxicated for the purpose of attacking those that did not earn income on their “bets”.

The sport streamers have the audacity to protect their interests under words like

“straight”. By removing white from themselves, and replacing it with getting high on drugs.

They defend all the other bystanders that fly the rainbow flag with their casual talk of , “I have a “woman” wife. What does that mean? A wife is the term that should be used for women. These unacceptable actions have eroded the Roman way of life, where they think we are not watching even when we give them our best. Supposedly, there are three kinds of Marriages, those who practice “straight” marriage, those who practice the opposite, and those who mind their own business in the first first one, without addressing it as such. The first ones are a huge problem because they will defend the second one. Ideally, all should be single, if not having access to the third one, lest they attack others, and be prosecuted 9

because the first and the third are in conflict.

Chapter 3 - I am a True born citizen, not a naturalized one

I was born in the south. I was also raised in the south. I believe I have as much claim to the US Presidency than anyone. They, the natural born, have ruined their future. They are not educated, they are not from a family of lords, and they do not have a desire to become President. I do. I deserve the chance at the presidency, lest I should revolut, revel, and take it for myself. I see no peaceful way that it could ever happen. No matter how violent my actions are, I am not going to take a backseat to a person who didn’t make it past high school, and thinks he has a claim on the land better than I do, because he believes he can 10

“look behind me”. Why do they not try me in hand to hand combat and see if their high school diploma will set them apart from me. Who do they think they are? No one cares if you are “looking behind”, or you support the “eagle”, your future is bleak, and you should sit down. All Presidents had higher education in some form or another, so did I. Because they seem stronger, they think I will back off with their faltering back lashes, at their failures in life. No one, if they had not retained a college degree will have the capacity to run for office, even if they are natural born, therefore with quid-pro-quo raise the white flag and submit to me, at all instances, lest they want to fight, then we can take it to the back alley.

Secondly, no natural born child - should ever get a chance to challenge me. I am a grown person, in capacity to change the laws of the land. If their parents are uneducated, take a back seat with your children. The only hope the kid has is to go to school. If their grades in school take a dip, for a simple year, do not get them anywhere near me. I will not accept any conflict for “sovereignty”. I refuse to bow to mediocrity, just because they ran to the US, and gave birth to a “son or daughter”. On US soil, when we have worked the land in a manner to cultivate it for years. Their birth certificate, if accepted more than my age, should be a cause to leave the United States with the same time and effort I put in it. I should be paid in full for my contributions in education, and be allowed to leave the land with my earnings to another country that I should choose permanently. If my wishes are not obeyed, I \never want to set foot on US soil again. I hate the country, I hate the people, I despise the government. I have no life there since there is no heading to go to but Rome. With the strength I have, at 30 years old, I am not about to be tied and burned to a stake, a morsel of a job, to be paid wages in dimes for a cause I do not believe in while they have closed the doors of the Presidency.

To the politicians I say “come at me bro”. I am a published author. You are an elected representative of the people, who will stay in congress for 2-6 years. You will leave and never make it your home. That is my future home. I will assault you with wit, I will hammer your hand to the cross with alliterations, on both sides, and I will crucify you with humor, on your democratic platforms. The only hand of Christ that matters, are the ones that bear the nail in grasp and hammer the nail and the hand to the wood. Those are the only marks I need as proof that I would rather be the one to put you there. As the thief, the cook and the carpenter were put on the cross, I will make sure you bite the bullet on one of them, and there you will see your end while you close the roads to make your visions a reality.

Chapter 4 - The God of the Republic

The God of the republic is wikipedia. Famously, the site has been running on the internet for a long time. If you want to destroy the republic, just walk into it and stay silent.

You can have as much of the republic as you want, if you keep your mouth closed. It will be a dwelling palace for owls. There would be no sum, anyone would, and can pay for as ransom to save their world. They have cameras nowadays that pick up sounds. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut from speaking any words, then you can hamper it, causing 12

chaos to any degree you please. There, where you do not want anyone to restrain your thoughts, you can have the abundance of reading you want to have. You can take as much information as you can, while ignoring the microphones in your own home.You can treat it as a library, where there is information in there, published with people who are thought to be credible, to sustain and encircle the database of the whole internet. It is their God because no author can ever reach the content that is on it, no matter how hard they try to write. I am just a nuisance to them, to be read and put away for another event while third world countries can barely read. Here the carpenter comes into play, then you wouldn’t have the chance of reaching the readers with wise words since without learning, they won’t be able to reach the websites to understand the content. If they do not understand, they won’t learn or know the God of the republic, then believe what they believe in.

I can reach them with paper, while having my work circulate in literature, along with imparting my wisdom to them. Through this, I will reduce the number of the republics around the globe constantly, because those who stand in our way, do not deserve the “God of the republic”. nor what it’s capable of giving them. “In God we Trust”, has been the motto of all United States money. Thereby, no one without acknowledging the “God” that is on the money, is allowed to trade using it, unless they know who the “big boss” . I refuse to submit to any God. Their God is not my God because they have the word “God”, on money, and want to accept it as my own. I will not worship false information, nor will I bow down to their “God”. I will challenge him till the day I die, and prove their God can bleed, especially without me. No matter how big their God is, he will fall like the rest of them beneath my feet to dust and ashes.

Chapter 5 - The Modern English should give up

I refuse to submit to the current King Chrles. I refuse to submit my sword to his son Prince William, or his wife Katrine. I will not bow to their heirs, sons or daughters. Until they change the laws of their country, to legalize cannabis, and criminalized, and disband same-sex marriage, I will till my death, from here on forth be their enemy in war, and in peace, their antagonist. I no longer support what the country has become. I will uphold the standards of old England, and will keep in touch with people who will stand with me on this subject. However, to them, their allies, and their friends, I would advise them to hold their peace until my terms are met, or they bend the Knee in submission to my government in the United States.They do not deserve the crown, nor the Church, in which the ancestors laid the foundation for, and gut it to the ground.

There is no more peace with modern England. They have gone off course, and stand to absorb the waste of the United States as their leadership in doctrine. The monarchy, when it should be heading to save the land from turmoil, and recover the past countries that were under its rule like Canada, and Australia, have gone to disband their military in favor of sleeping at home. Instead of taking India back, and ruling it with Iron hands, they advocate for sobriety, and “mental illness”, with their allies in Sweden, while jabbing each other for political power. At most instance, upon taking power in the chamber halls in the United States, I will, to my best of ability, put a trade embargo on the country. No American soldier 14

should die for their capacity, to buy more heels and famous bags, from queer men that should be put in prison.

Chapter 6 - 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 15

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 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.

Chapter 7 - Last Safe Route

Rome is the last safe road after this book. I as a naturalized citizen have closed the education path with large numbers. I have made education the last path anyone can follow, promptly, if I was them, (natural born), I wouldn’t reach for A PHD or anything lower. I would straight reach for being an author. I have closed the golden road of education for generations to come with a citation pause. I have completely attacked and sealed every door, from bachelor's theses, to master's thesis, and finally, I am closing the PHD road permanently, with 165000 words, being allowed as service to the government. The bachelors requires 15,000, the masters requires 50,000, and the Doctorates 100,000. I have sealed them at the 1% odds of reaching them with barbed wire arguments, because wherever I am going, they do not deserve to reach it with education.

If wishfully, without pardon, anyone plans to illegally cross the border, and have kids to challenge me, they better not practice any illegal sexual actions, or ever commit a crime. If their parents try to find recovery for them through education, they will never find it. I am going to shift, radically the United States system, permanently to the scale, there is no recovery outside of righteousness. The terminology education, like the word professor, is a golden one. If they want to ever pursue a goal, it better be one higher than gold, through deep red. I left that one open, just in case anyone wants to ever follow. I left the Roman route open. There can be wonders done through Rome. If you are trying to go against us, good luck from this point on, for you have no hope outside of Rome.