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ROMA - Volume II - A

Samuel Kebede

Here’s goes out to the moonshiners, and the

bootleggers of the world who made a fight to sustain our Roman

way of life for generations to come

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Index

Chapter 1 - Better things to go after ------------------------------------------------------------------ 3

Chapter 2 - Declare the causes ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 5

Chapter 3 - Hunting Moby Dick ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 8

Chapter 4 - Life as a little lord ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 11

Chapter 5 - Dragons and tombstones ----------------------------------------------------------------- 14

Chapter 6 - Afghanistan -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 16

Chapter 7 - It was all worth it ------------------------------------------------------------------------- 19

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Chapter 1 - Better things to go after

I was taught to run through the object in order to reach something in my high school sports classes. If the destination was the 10 yard line, I was instructed to run to the zero yard line.

This training is fun, but it has merit. I found that all believers hope to go towards the afterlife, since they aspire to lead a life within their religion. The better things to go after then are not the house, or the car in the physical realm but the life after death. In this sense, living has its meaning with well trained American religious zealots, taking over the system and indoctrinating everyone to their hearts brim. Nevertheless, we can also use this to our advantage. In philosophical terms, we can aim to reach the heavenly palaces prepared for us in the after life more than going after the American dream, that way we can adhere to the standard our coaches set out for us when we were young.

If heaven is a Kingdom, then the king would have a palace, set out for the saints that would live with him eternally. When in this likeness where to go through the life that we live now, and aim for the palaces, where we would go to live as princes, and kings, then, we need not 3

concern ourselves with the turmoil of the Republic, let alone the trouble of democracy. There are many types of Republics. There is A Republic. There is The Republic. There is The Roman Republic, and there is The Constitutional Republic. They are all republics but have a different function. A republic is just an out and open area with plenty of room with animals to roam interacting with the plants unattended to. The Republic is when there are farm lands put in place, then the system is able to inhabit large amounts of human life, and leaves room open for civilization. There is the Roman republic, where stadium-like structures are built for the purpose of gladiators competing. This means there is room for growth, and there are plenty of establishments that would sell any kind of artifacts or items that you would take home for your family members. I think the prizes would entail what the original warriors wanted, such as the life of the other they would be fighting. In the original sense. You see this in modern life throughout America because they have cookout’s outside sporting areas, to the point where it is almost like the Roman Republic but not just quite there. Finally there is the constitutional Republic. The constitution mimics that of the Roman government's consol, in which one person would yield power, so much so with an agreed text, inscribed on a paper or instrument of a source. To yield power, the set structure on paper must be agreed upon in the senate, while originally being proposed by one individual. There would be checks and balances set in place to represent the wishes of Consol. Finally, the people would let their voice be heard by choosing which person to send in their stead, to word with the statesman or their country, to further their political goal.

Here I am to make the argument, we should not support the republic of any sorts. It has failed us for the last time. We put people in power, through the voice of the people, and not only have they taken away our rights to vote, but they have also taken away the last dignity we have 4

by not representing us well. The right call would be to aim for the palaces instead when we go to work the next day with our chins help down, since we were ashamed of the decisions that have been made on our behalf, and our voices have not been left heard.

Chapter 2 - Declare the causes

I do not like polyamorous relationships. Most of all, I hate something that keeps going on and off, and wish washes like the tides.I like stability, and as my cause for separation, I despise people who have children out of wedlock. I am never going to make my children bastards.As per such, the English law will never let a bastard reign the citizens of the crown. The causes for all offspring to go into orphanages are multiple relationships. I used to have good friends, and they have gone off on a tangent, to places where you can never recover from. I can never associate with single parents who made themselves single parents, because of their irresponsibility.You can never put a crown over their heads to rule anyone, let alone introduce them to your friends.

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No one should ever idolize threesomes or foursomes of any kind, they are wrong, and should be condemned. It is not practical, lest the one the kids be chopped in half.

It feels good is not an excuse to go around and go as you please. There are a lot of items that are invented for the purpose of gratification. Any and all, sexual toys should be outlawed too. I am not about to waste my toy on materials that would likely feel good if I try them. You see women hampering them all the time. They try to find the best scratchers, the best hookers, to make them feel nice, and they wander into worship of all sorts, where religions are made for the purpose of making them stop, or encouraging them. Apparently, the toys are made for the idle parties, where if it is not their turn, or they are not welcome to join in the orgy, they stay in place pleasing themselves with the shape that made “to fit” them. It’s a waste of money. Give me the money instead. I will fix the word hook, title the floor with myself, along with a beautiful bottle, and go to sleep on a beach somewhere without hurting anyone’s feelings, let alone wishfully getting back with ex’s or making new friends.

If you have the will for these, do not come to my house. Do not even talk to me if I want to participate, let alone eat at the same table. I can’t even see these people any more, which is why I do not want friends who were in fraternities or sororities. They are toast considering their sale was going into congress since the majority of congressmen are greek. I beat all of them senseless. They genuinely have no value, along with the people they support, and the standing ground of their organizations. I made congress my home, they still plan on running for election. I will stay there long after their congress careers are over, and their names have been forgotten, while they still advocate for their heels, make ups, and toys. I do not. You won’t bring sophisticated bags into my room, or the shoes. I know the causes, and I do not support them. I 6

am not going to let anyone clay themselves with pointless slays, the cover of shades that will kill the poison itself. I am even against earrings. Soon, that is what I am among to start attacking, the simplest earrings.

I can’t allow that tradition to prosper. It is vile, and at the first instance makes you hate the republic, because you want to show it around to friends, and “be democratic”. I support a Roman way of life. Kings must not be subject of divorce, and Kings must not be subject to having kids out of wedlock. These are the requirements for reigning in England, and as God be my witness in the heavens, I will reign in my household in the future. I will refuse to succumb to any pressure, do the right thing at all times and be a ruler like no other.I am a soldier. I do not mind people who commit abortion, because it is the person's job to attack and destroy people in war. Therefore, it is not the job of any warrior to deal with the political side/conflict of it all. I also mind abortions. I am an advocate for safe-sex. I think there is no safety other than abstinence. Abstinence is the only form of contraception that is 100% safe, at preventing pregnancies, and at preventing pregnancies. There is no other form of birth control that is simpler in nature. It is the best medicine, since no pathogen will ever enter the body for any purpose, nor unwanted information that will harm the cells, and all in all, the grown diseases that are bastard humans in nature, that keep choosing to be such their action, who are oversized HIV, in their nature.

Practice abstinence, there will still be hope to mend whatever is broken in your households, whatever tools have been removed from your home, that have been stolen, will find their way home. I have become strong, no amount of film will work anymore. They will all work for “carpe diem”. As in, seize the day and stay sober. As in, seize the day and drink till you 7

black out, or get high until you sleep. As in, seize the day, and take your medication for the day.

The current regime won’t adjust their ideas fast enough, because they have no intention of letting us reach “e pluribus unum”, since they are too lazy, and unfit to reach it. You will never see me working for the political parties ever again. I and we the republicans are permanently finished, and the past, lesser vessels along with them.

Chapter 3 - Hunting Moby Dick

With the fate of the ship in my mind, I arise every morning, my life left on the tides, in search of great adventures. I record them daily, our adventures through the atlantic, and the southern oceans, in search of good opposition. There is not a climate we have gone through. It is day 4300, and as my life on the oceans carries one, nothing is on my mind except finding that big whale again, the one I saw when we first ventured out to the oceans. I saw a glimmer, an illusive mirage in the mist, when we put the anchor in the deck back at the Caribbean islands. As an admiral of the fleet, I wondered not of our heading. Tales have been spoken of my journeys, and the men aboard the deck know it so. Even they wish for their tales to be heard. Mighty as we are, none so than for our love of the open sea. For years, we have sailed these oceans in search of nothing until quite recently, we heard we found a lead to a massive hunt. I have heard reports of 8

a fish so big, if we manage to kill it, it can feed the whole crew for years to come with no end in sight and worry for meat. As I sit here, in the depth of the night, the candle light flutters, covering the surface of my table with longing and warmth.

Maybe I can be a hunter like no other, and when we pull the beast in, the crew will be happy beyond compare for we shall all be carnivores for years to come. We shall feast on meat in the morning, in the sun, and in the night, until every crew member has had enough. We shall have feasts like no other. This was only a dream a few years ago, but now that I see it as a reality, I can’t help but push the ships harder. The fleet I have already put in position to hunt the great beast. I know I am on his trail, and fate be my willing ally, our endeavor shall be granted in mere weeks, or the month, before the moon dims her light from us once again, until her next topper. Maybe the beast himself will give a great presentation to her, as she greets us by peeking in, while we work on the troubles of the night. Rear Admiral A.J Seabed, has prepared well, our knives are sharp, like our ego and desire. Not one of us can tell who shall get the first taste of the meal we are to partake in. He believes it will go well with the aged whiskey we stashed, I fear we might have to release the beast back in the ocean, but last night he made the argument that even King Nabucednezur was made to eat grass in his wishfulness to love all animals. The king loved everyone so much, he didn’t want to spill blood any longer, so in his care animals and plants, became like such, subjected himself to eating grass. I think he might be right, but I still have a soft spot. I am not a killer. I am a leader, and there has been no adventure within the past months like this one, because it will feed us all. Only time will know what must be done when the eye of the beast, and his sound is heard above the waters. Maybe he won’t die so quickly, but if the rest of the ships get a dip of the sound, they might get angry about how we didn’t put the animal 9

down without pain. Some will vote we not even take the course, since nature will compel us some.

Even if we are men of the sea, they still miss their land where they want to be farmers and lords. I can feel their argument, it has to do with humanity, and the actions we must take to be civil. “We are persons”, another commander shouts across the rails, with a fork full of steak in his hand to make a point. “What more do we lack, than these caretakers, in our name piercing a helpless beast without chivalry. “ I got him. He is already having the meal of the night, and lacks no meat beneath his plate, but before dinner, before he was served his hefty meal, he has made the point, it is better to rely on piracy, than suffer the wages of a good labor, aboard the vessel, Queen Ana.

He went on with his story for hours. He argued about the death of Queen Ann. He made several points and distinctions. He first talked about how her name has to do with the rear ending of a human female, then he supported a side before going deeper to explain, there is Queen Ann and there is Queen Ana, in which the first one allowed the people to do as they please, and the later did not. He went on about how his captain named the ship such because only one of the causes would allow us to sail towards Rome. There he made a request to keep the name, because apparently the crew mates were getting skeptical, and doubted the captain whether he can get them what they wanted aboard the ship, or if their greenery, when they flip flop the name will get it done for them. Along with her beauty, she might have died early because of her lack of decision. She might have died because of her washy nature, early in bed, having not ruled justly.

We are hinging right about the mid Southern ocean right about now. The night is late, and I can’t seem to reach for the docs to pick me up a flat beverage to awaken me, so I will call the recollection of the night early.

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Here is the last swig for tomorrow,

Admiral Gill.

Chapter 4 - Life as a little lord

When I was little, I used to have guards and maidens. I grew up a rich boy, until about my teenage years, then was left alone to fend for myself. I fought a lot of battles in my time, but winning has become an art. Giving the slip to an occasional guard or two has become an art work. I think during my little small reign in my dad’s household, I witnessed three guards get fired. They just disappear after putting up a fight. Not a lot of noise they make, nor leave stories left to be told, they just leave. I think I can fall asleep with relief with little opposing tides in place, knowing I can do whatever I desire. My bootlegging business has taken off, and with little to no knowledge of my activities, I have made it possible to rewrite the course of my history, under the blame of the current Republic regime since, I myself as a single person can in no 11

possible way make large differences that would matter. Someone described it has being “the hand under the skirt of mona lisa”, but I prefer the the elusive one, where you let the woman sit on the chair, then go ham in your course under the shadow of your demise, then proceed to weep on her lap, while taking in the pheromone of the sensation.

You break down, in your feigned spirit, then as she in her dress is scratching your head for your agony to perspire, you just put your face between her lap, pretend to cry and breath like your life depends on like, like a sick little bastard of a calf, seeking the milk of his mummy, but not really because you are a human, with more capacity to be demented more than the cow.

While your fake tear rolls off, you awaken your animal nature, and say valhalla to your body, as you take in like a dog, the whimpering vibe of her essence and being. It’s all magical down there, pleasing as the land of fairies and the weakness she thinks that you bear.

I think all American Generals will be pleased with my art work, on this scale. I have made a little sensitive actions, green and edible. Life as a little lard is nice, when you manage the grounds well and tend to the gardens, where the surfaces just need your distaste for immorality, but they require the imagination of a Madagascar citizen. I actually figured out how and why the painting of “Saturn eating his son”was made. The art was made in a dark background, and the sun found a way to stop on top of a woman, then without humping, and while completely naked, wrapped himself around a woman, and put himself on her. While at the top, he kept pushing with his toes until he was all deep in thought, under the cover of the bed, with the woman of his choice, whimpering in pleasurable sounds and agony. I think artists painted it such because that guy loved his mother more than his dad, and as such, it was a reward for the dad to accept his son, and a message that he loves him just the same way because he had already taken his half.

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That is another canvas of itself, and on its own, it could be mending to the perishing desires of a normal son, and a message of repentance where the son should return to his daily life for that was meant for the person he is to marry, and sailing on that course is not a sure tiding.

It’s funny how the longer you don’t mingle with your hired help, the women start to divide in two. There will be the maids, and there will be the maidens. The ones who stay in your household will remain maidens, and unless you defile them, when you send them to marry, or as their pop, and father of the house who initially conscripted them, will bless their family and send them on. However, the problem arises where you are to bed them if not, then you change your mind about your animal nature, and set them free, and tell them how to bed their suitors, by asking any male they find, to go under the bed with them, so you cause trouble. When anyone agrees to go under the bed, they can do as they please because there is anarchy there, and the problem of finding people to marry goes out the window, since originally, it was supposed to be hard to find a mate.

I like to find the small seats in the house. I can’t stand the big one’s as a ought because they would instigate the need to repair a matter, when it was never broken. I would speak well on behalf of the subject, however, it’s so trivial. One can afford to go unto the loss of a life, before much can be said about having to fix an issue. I do support reparation, nor will I be a person to speak on behalf of those who have been hurt, so they would get financial compensation. The concept has to do with guilt. Guilt has to do with conviction for the purpose of putting back in place what was removed. I have made my forefathers' names immortal in the presence of man and God. The Kebede name will linger in text for several lifetimes, with the need for biology, 13

because I worked to make it such. I earned my family name a title, to be recognized before lords, for lifetimes to come. Heartily, this is a good course.

Chapter 5 - Dragons and tombstones

I think I know of one university where the mascot is a dragon, Drexel University.

Universities have a lot of value. Some of my best memories are from my stay on campus grounds. When I was in my room one night, I thought to myself, since I am here, I might as well abandon the bed by not watching porn, or masterbating, and just go out into the night to party.

This was my freshman year of University, and It was the best decision of my life then. When I was kicked out, I thought about returning to that moment I made the decision, but I couldn’t find it. I thought the University had value, so I did whatever I could to find the moment I made the decision. Because of that decision, I was able to meet a lot of pleasurable company, and I associated with beautiful women. I thought it was the school but it wasn’t.

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Apparently, the night I wanted to set out for myself, I knew people would be ashamed if they were to track my progress online, and see the kind of videos I was watching. The university had an online wifi tracking system, where it would record the activities you did, in case there needed to be searches and seizures. As a student, I was ashamed that if caught, the other students would see how beautiful or ugly the woman I was seeking were, so in a sense, I wanted to hide that when I would get invited to hang out. Things turned out for the best, but once removed, I couldn’t find the memory, or the decision since I was deep in search. Formally, I was accepted into a University last year, after working so hard in college. I did a good job, patted myself on the back here and there, and then when I came upon the realization, I have gotten too old, but the cause is still hot and just to use. Whatever I lost, I have gained back, and I am happy for it. For that I have the Dragons to thank. I was searching for a needle in a haystack. Dragons opened the possibility for a new universe, where human flight is possible, and nothing can be truly lost since matter is neither created nor destroyed, it just simply changes form.

I grew to love my dissatisfaction, but I also knew, once I had that letter nothing will deter me from losing it again. So I made sure it was destroyed. I remain accepted to this day because I never wanted to be a college student, I wanted to simply be left alone with beautiful women, to do well, in all I please. Ofcourse, that is not the end of life per se, there are tombstones to behold. One must go to the end of life, and though not knowing when that will happen, definitely, I have moved the setting towards searching for another nobility because I want to earn as much money as possible. It is better to just be left accepted. I think the next class I was supposed to attend was the “A Presidential” one. There is no longer much to do on this 15

path. I accumulated degrees of all sorts, for finding a simple decision, and to know with all my heart that Harvard is a military school.

The name translates to “army guard”, which means protector is the soldier. I never want to go to military school. I don’t even know why I wanted to go to military school in the first place. I think this world is not fighting for. If I had known, Harvard was a military school, and the students that want to go there hardly, sometimes do not have a clue, I would have stayed home. If Harvard college was military school, and among the best in the world, no student in the United States is safe in desiring to go to college because if they were to look at their charter, even the professors who teach them have been galvanized without knowledge, the requires to meet the standards of an army. I am not going back to juvy. You are thinking, “party schools”, there is no party. All schools were originally made with the intention of sending their kids, to be made into men that would take over the business by being good men, and women. Civil people were the creed of the labels, when the establishments were made to stand along with their charter. I would rather willow in my bed chamber, in the protection of my pillow and blanket than to seek to ever go back to school again.

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Chapter 6 - Afghanistan

The war in Afghanistan was fought for one simple reason, gas. If you were to trace the roots right back to the initial fight, and before men like me were asked to fight in it, by supporting a cause, you would realize it’s the tiny little lighter in your pocket. You have no idea of the value of the lighter. So many American lives were lost to make the tiny lighter in your pocket affordable. Natural resources were sought by the United States government, because the country didn’t want to use its own resources, since they would have to attack parties that were hosting the land. There were no green initiatives then, for the betterment of the culture. Students, who were being prompted to take on assignments, to write certain words in defence of the war, were rewarded, while people like me, who knew nothing but the soft lips of the chick sitting at the end of the class seat, were given a failing grade because we had no ambition.

Russians had won the war, two decades past, and uncle sam couldn’t help himself but cut a little piece of the apple pie since lighting anything was expensive. If you were to look at the little piece of history, and the course the continent had taken, North America legalized Cannabis quite recently, and before that they sent dozens of ships from Canada, and The US ports to fight in the middle east to secure gas resources. Down to its smallest digit, they wanted to get high.I didn’t want to get high then. I knew nothing of the sort, why students were full of spirit when coming to class, and just blazing ahead towards the future in the glory of the family name, towards the stars where anything was possible.

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I was thinking of getting the phone number of the cutie in the front of the class, or just talking to her so she can tell me one day how much she loved me. Well, that was long ago, today, most wars globally have subsided, and gas is not a belonging sought after much like the past.

Frankly speaking, much that has to do with taking life, happened because to this day, the US

wants a little more than they had. Even after the Afghanistan war is over, they do not want to stay silent. I wasted away in sleep, seeking to defend a cause for other people. I won’t do that again. If I hear there is a war, I am turning my tail the other way. I will not harvest votes for anyone any longer, nor seek to win battles for other Generals. They don't deserve my service, because they both do not pay well. I will serve myself, for my own purpose, because the politicians commanded the Generals, and the generals instructed and taught. All of them have failed promptly, and I shall be a thorn on their side forever. Politics is all a scam. The military is all a scam. It was set up so you won’t win unless you die. That is true service there, to go until your last breath.

There is only one service left, truth. In a dime, If my cause is just, I will win because my aim is true. Service to truth has yet to put me to shame, and all good will come from it. There is the last crest left, on the Harvard banner, “Ve-ri-tas”, which I have been able to behold after going through the military, and politics. Inclimetly, I am against paying college students for their athletics. I do not think it is right to have advertisers use the athletic abilities of the students to profit from. Colosseums were made to fight for life, not for money. They are desecrating the ground, which was made to be tainted with the blood of fighters. Keeping scores, and selling good products should not be the name of the game because it’s all just soft stuff that can be done at home. We should bring back gladiator combats, rather than spoil the society with lies they 18

cannot take home by counting scores . I will cease to watch or stream sports unless there is a radical need to, which there likely won’t.

Colleges should not fund any kind of LGBTQ activities. There should be no capacity to fund their movement, nor should there be advocacy for their prosperity. The education facilities should be there to teach them how to leave the norm, and be tall standing structures, capable of sustaining the name of the family, for feature living. In clad armour, when they are defended to do as they please on the campuses, by security guards that likely want to do the same, what is left of honor, or sacrifice? If the schools, are letting them bear the name out in open, knowing they have a biological department that uses mice for their experiments, we should take away the number of their mice, and let them reproduce asexually, where we will group the males with the males and the females with the females, to make sure they only have a short supply or find the truth of the department can carry on. There can’t be two departments on campus, the biological department, and the LGBTQ society, being funded at the same time. One of them needs to step out of the way. The schools should decide to make a difference because I will not stand for the second one. Professors should be put in jail, if they are straight, come to campus, and preach their view about liberality on campus. I would hate to become them philosophically.

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Chapter 7 - It was all worth it

All of us have a bright hope now. We have an unfading future that will rapidly approach with the work we do. There is an end in sight to all the labour that I have done, and the victory can never be sweeter. There is a fertile land ahead, where there is strength, and rest for years to come. All my work has led to these moments, and I couldn’t be happier for it. I am delighted beyond relief for I finally have the capacity to say, I won. All the fruits of my labour and hard work await me, and as I feel my body slowly ascend towards the heavens, I can only with bare instance remember the toils of yesterday, and how we laid the foundations, one brick at a time for months, and years. We have gone over 77% of the world. We are left with so few. Our name 20

is the Russian Navy, and the Russian Air Force is in second spot globally.

We are left with 33 countries world wide, to reach the Embassy of the United States, and legislate to unite our cause into a single one. We need not advance anything further on the ground, towards the final heading, there we will be set for generations. We are currently in Italy on land, with the military capacity of Israel at 170,000, while meeting the maxim for the waters and the air of Russia. Our final stretch is the land, where we head towards two million. That is the only road left, and it is a sweet one, with no side steps, or adjustments since we have taken over all tech, and drugs trades. This shall be the sweetest adventure of our lifetime, in which I ask you all to stay tuned for it is all greatness from here.

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