And so begins a new day

Every day full of days

In this day are the many days of noir

The days of the norm, and the days of the small

The days are full of laughter and fright

But these days shiver dark and cold in the night

The day is full of new life

The day is full of new strife

With the strife, comes a day of time

And time is a day full of endings

Bringing about the attention that the day brings

This new day is full of timing and trying

While the yesterday is full of trying and trying

This new day brings about a new wisdom, a new feel

The new you is within this day, anything but tender and real

Feel the earnest day yearn the love

The love which has become the day's new glove

Seep inside this little metal shell

As I watch the night burn in the day of Hell

The day slides up when the night grows meek

Terrified of the ending sun, ending this day of the week

Yes, it is true, the day must end the week

But with tomorrow comes life, a day unknown to tend

Laugh on this day, cry on this day you and then...

With those choices comes one time you cannot stay

A time with tears of joy and joyful tears of pain

A time of sodomy, displacement, and excruciating agony

But with these choices comes one you must make

And that is how I must end my day

I am the American Man
Full of sweet love, for Japan

I am the American Man
Full of sweet love, for women

I am the American Man
Full of sweet love, for Britain

I am the American Man
Another step in the right direction

I am the American Way
Full of heart, soul, and change

I am the American Way
I am bought, sold, and paid

I am the American Way
Wasting my time on fixing your day

I am the American Way
Sipping tea is not my thing

I am the American Dream
Full of activity

I am the American Dream
You cannot pity me

I am the American Dream
Shock and Rock n' Roll dreaming

I am the American Dream
Rolling downhill screaming

I am the American Pride
You don't like me? Die

I am the American Pride
Rising above the newcomer's time

I am the American Pride
Inane, heartfelt, and tried

I am the American Pride
Conservative at heart, Liberal at times

I am the American Crime
You may see me, but not next time

Why Nationalism Fails

Around the year 1750 the British Empire did something no one else had ever done in the history of the world... or at least started doing something. They industrialized. It may not seem like a big deal, but it is.


Here's why:
a) It increased production of everyday crops, churning out millions of bushels of food and millions of minerals for the whole Empire to use (actually, more like all of the British Isles... but ANYWAYS).

b) Brought people from out in the farms into urbanized cities.

c) Affected family life, instead of children listening to their parents for fear of losing inheritance, the children of millions of families became more and more independent because these said families were SO poor they could not even afford food. Let alone an inheritance to give.

d) Led to an increase in technology. This led to breakthroughs in commercial activity, medicine, weapons, and even led to things such as movies and radio.


Alright, so the Industrial Revolution which then took place (all over the world) affected every aspect of society: Political, Social, Economic, Religious, and Technological discovery.

Urbanization led to many of the newly founded "Working Class" to be nearly penniless, and have to work constantly to afford basic things such as water.


Usually, times of poverty for the masses causes leaders to project religion into the hearts of the people. Although this DID happen (Christianity had a major boom during this period), something much more profound took its place: Nationalism.

Pride in one's country.



As the people became more prideful of their country, their leaders responded by trying to make said countries more powerful (by "countries" and "country" I mean European powers at the time).


France and Britain grew their armies, as expected.

But Germany, a country of no significant importance, began to increase the size of its military (especially its Navy) to rival that of the British.

Great Britain, who at the time was the most powerful Empire on Earth, did not like that. So Britain and France joined forces, as an alliance. Russian would join later to form the "Triple Entente"


Germany's response was to (oh so intelligently) do the same thing! The "Triple Alliance" was Germany, Italy, and Austria-Hungary.



Well, the main cause of World War I was the result of Nationalism. An Serbian nationalist assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Good stuff.

Austria-Hungary then declared war and mobilized the portion of its army that would face the (already mobilized) Serbian Army on 28 July 1914.

Under the Secret Treaty of 1892 Russia and France were obliged to mobilize their armies if any of the Triple Alliance mobilized.


Russia's mobilization set-off full Austro-Hungarian and German mobilizations.

Soon all the Great Powers except Italy had chosen sides and gone to war.




World War I was a new kind of war: Total War.
There were no rules, and everyone was against everyone.

Here is a common battlefield after battle:
 


Technology was used to kill millions, such as mustard gas... which is now banned from use in war because of its deadly effects (that picture above is the result of mustard gas).


Nationalism led to one of the most important events in world history... but I'm not done yet.



After the fighting ended in 1918, the Treaty of Versailles was signed. This treaty made Germany accept full responsibility for World War I and made the country solely responsible for paying off the 132 Billion dollars in damages the War caused.


Not smart... at all.


The overproduction caused during the war time led to farmers and business owners taking out large debts from banks... which inevitably lead to the Great Depression.


During this time, some rather "radical" forms of government emerged all over the world, even the United States (the Communist Party became prominent during the 30s, which scared leaders. This eventually led to the jailing of leading members of the Party, and the outlaw of Communists).


In Europe, things were stewing.
Germany was angry and bitter with being blamed for WWI.
Italy's depression hurt it badly.
Spain's depression (among other things) led to civil war.


Hitler came to rise in Germany, touting Germans as the "master race" and taking Nationalism to the next level.
Mussolini used Nationalism to put himself in power.
Even the Emperor of Japan used Nationalism for Japan's crusade of Manchuria.


All these events led to World War II.
70 million people dead over 6 years
That's nearly 12 million per year.
15 people per second.


Nationalism is to blame.


If the United States keeps up with this Nationalistic ideology of what it means to be "American"... then we're in for some Hell.
             

He's a fraud

Dehh… Dehh… Dehh
“Aw, man.”
I slammed the alarm and looked at the clock, it’s seven, late again.
“Crap!” I rush to my closet, throw something on and bolt out the door. I run and run, and (as I’m sure you’ve guessed) run. I make it to class as the bell rings. This has been happening for the past week.
“Late again Jer? How surprising.” I hate it when teachers get sarcastic.
And so, class begins. This is the typical Modified English class, boring with more words. A word such as weary (which is another word for boring), yeah… I looked it up. Anyway, why can’t there be just one word for one definition? Is that so hard? Whoever created English was very bored with life, probably like how I am now. Maybe I should create a language…
“I’m starting to think you two are doing this on purpose,” I look up to see Joe (my best friend) walking in, late like me. Joe is a skinny little bastard; he seems to slouch a lot, making his neck look really long. He’s tall, so he looks really out of proportion with his long arms and legs. He’s very pale, like a ghost. And with his curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he looks even more see-through. Beside his looks, he and I have been through everything together. My first day in Kindergarten One, my first listen of many of my favorite bands, and even when me and him broke up with our girlfriends (who happened to be the first serious ones), we’ve stuck together when the it gets tough… and we’ve tolerated each other for Allah knows how long, that’s why we’re so close.
“We would never do that Mister.” That’s my buddy alright, the smart ass. He looks over at me with a smile on his face. I’m amazed the teacher didn’t send him out. That’s what I would’ve done.
“Dude, I found this guy who’s gonna hook me up with some narco s***,” Is what he says as he sits. Narco means narcotics (that’s the slang of now), narcotics range from heroin (the oldest) to Blue Flower (the newest). Blue Flower is the worst kind of narco (being apart of the last generation, from around 2030). There used to be a drug called… I think it was called coke; it was some kinda powder that you snorted. But after the Cocoa Famine of 2015, its source was destroyed (the cocoa plant) and boom, no more drug.
“What? What kind?” I looked at him; we were used to herb and grass (being it was legal), but this was different. This was dangerous.
“Blue Flower.” He said. His eyes gleam. He was so proud…
My jaw drops, “No.” I look up at the Mister, he’s still teaching. Didn’t hear us, that’s good. I look back at him, he looks at me… he seems confused.
“What do you mean, ‘no’”?
“No dude, that s***’s dangerous and you know it.” He looked at me harder… disappointment filled his eyes.
“C’mon,”
“No, pot’s fine, the Flower could kill you like that!” I snapped my fingers.
The Mister told us to “Shut up and pay attention.” So we did.
Five minutes later:
“You’re right dude, I’ll tell the guy I can’t.” He looked sad. I could tell he felt a little guilty. I felt relief however, I thanked Allah for that. He chose right.
After class I asked him if he wanted to flame later, he said yeah. Cool, something to look forward to I thought. I knew today would be boring, and I only had Joe for my home class (Session 0). So me and him usually meet up at the Park after school.
And he didn’t show, which made me worry. This was his first time doing that. I took out my earphone and called his cell. It rang… and rang. I left a message after the tone and walked home.
The rest of the day went by really slow. I called Joe three or four more times, no answer. After the last try I just listened to music and finished my homework. I awoke on time the next morning and got to school on time also. Of course the Mister made a smart ass remark, what else is new? Well… Joe didn’t show up that day.
I called him after the sessions were over, he answered.
“Yo,”
“Sup man? Where ya been?” I’m sure he heard concern in my voice; I tried to hide it… I didn’t want to come off feminine.
“Nowhere, why?”
“You didn’t show up at the park yesterday, and you weren’t her today at school.” He sighed, no answer. I could hear the tension in his sigh. Why would he be tense? I thought.
“You skip sessions every now and then, but you are always at the park afterward.” He knew I was worried and he knew I was on to something.
“Like I said, I was nowhere. Sorry ‘bout the Park thing, I just forgot…”
There was one of those moments of awkward silence. It seemed to drag on for eternity, both of us encompassed by thought.
I broke the silence, “You flowered it didn’t you?”
“No! I swear I didn’t, it’s too risky.”
“You’re lying,”
“I SWEAR on Allah man! I’m not kidding. Like you said, the shit was too dangerous. Not to mention it’s a federal offense to posses it, let alone shoot it.”
“… Alright dude, you better not be lying.”
“I’m not bro… I’m not.”
I didn’t believe him. I said I had to go, and hung up. That would be the last time I talked to him, or at least the sane him.
The next day at school (I was late, what a surprise), Joe came in 15 minutes after the session started. He more stumbled in than anything.
“Joe, what’s the matter? The Mister went over to him, as did I. He was mumbling, slurring to himself. He just looked at the floor as if lost in a maze.
“Hey, you alright?” I put my hand on his shoulder and he shoved me back in one fluid motion. I went flying into the table behind me. He was strong!
“Get off me!” He screamed. He pushed the Mister and then he started beating on him. He was throwing punch after punch after punch. I ran over and grabbed his shoulders; I pulled him off the mister. He turned and stared at me… and that was the most frightening thing I’ve ever seen.
I’ve never actually seen someone with the Blue Flower flowing through his veins (and yes I mean his, it’s ineffective on women), only pictures of it from people off the internet. What it does is it turns your blood blue. So I looked into his eyes… and they were the purest shade of navy blue I have ever seen… and his left arm (where he obviously injected the Flower) was blue, and the color seemed to spread like a fog throughout his veins.
He then collapsed. Just fell down, shaking and sweating. He kept mumbling to himself like someone lost in prayer. The Mister called in Aids, but it was too late. He stopped moving. I went over, knelt down (my knees cracking seemed to be the loudest sound I ever heard at the time) and opened his mouth. Blue. He was gone. I began to weep; I hit Joe again and again.
“I told you not to! I told you not to!”
I screamed and yelled and kicked and punched at him. It did nothing. Everyone was staring at me, they knew. I had lost not only a friend, but a spiritual extension to my life. A brother. I felt robbed. The thing that makes me so angry is that I couldn’t do anything to stop it; he was too stubborn and adventurous. I now know that is a dangerous combination.
Maybe he’s somewhere better now. Somewhere where he can eat whatever he wants, watch whatever he wants. Somewhere, hopefully, without hate, sadness, loss, and anger. But most importantly, somewhere without flowers…

     Can't ever trust a cracker. All they do is fuck up ya shit. Then what you left wit? Huh? What you left wit, nigga?!? Nothin... that's right motherfucker. I hate them pasty assholes thinkin they can come in and demand shit from us. We were here first! Where the fuck that cracker think he came from? Asshole. Guy comes in asking for MY hard EARNED money! Mofo... I hate his kind. Greedy little fuckers. Getin their fingers all up in everyone's shit. This cat for real?
     My sister keeps hangin' out with the fucker's brother. Shit been pissin me off!
All he does is fuck her, then he calls her a "nigger" and goes and cuts himself. He fuckin freaks me out. He is wacked, dude, fucking wacked! I have real shit to think about though, like how MLK is becoming the brother to save us all! At least, that's what I'd like to think. Mr. X is seeming more and more like a man now. I've even converted to Islam to understand where he comes from. The Nation serves me well, reader, it serves me very well. You better know what I mean by that, otherwise you need to stop reading you cracked out mofo.
     I hate posers, fuck em!
     Malcolm has been to prison, what can cracker Dale say about that shit?!? Nuttin', bitch! Fuck that cat! He aint done anything worth while. He always preachin and shit, always trippin over a paper hole in someone's heart. But he goes nowhere! He just dumbs down his body as if her can't help but be crippled! And yet, Jane STILL goes over to his house, and she STILL fucks the cracker, and yet he STILL is an asshole to her.
     Today I caught Jane with a woman. Not just any woman... her sister. They were doing all sorts of shit the Q'aran prohibits! Heathen ass bitches! Sad thing is... I can't tell any of them they are related. Some stupid pact I had with my mom... can't remember the reasons this E is getting to me. I beat that bitches ass... both of them. They deserve it. Guess what Jane did? Ran to her little cracker-ass hubby bitch. He doesn't even deserve an 80-year old whore without legs!
     That ungrateful little FUCKER! I'm gonna lynch that white-ass. I got some rope today, he's goin' down. Wait, someone is at the door. That was Jane, she just came back from the fuckin hospital. Stupid white-ass decided to cut off his fuckin hand. What kind of white TV this nigga been watchin'? He crazy? I swear, he makes whites look SO good! haha!
     Today my dealer totally hit on me. He thinks I'm into that homo shit! aha! What a stupid nigger! I love every black man, but I swear to Allah that was just ridiculous. At least he likes the same crack I do, or I'd hate the mofo. Sometimes I find some whites are right about us, you know? I am so much better than all those other fuckers, I'm more sophisticated. Damn! I just saw Elmo on TV, haha, white people are soooo interesting....
     I came to a realization today... why do I hate so much? Why am I so hurtful towards others? Why do I curse Allah with my words? Why am I so evil? How can I live like this? How can I have such a horrible undertone when I try and be pure? I am a hypocrite. Is Dr. King right? Is Ghandi right? Is Allah wrong? Do I not kill the infidels? The heretics? The queers? The whites?  I just don't know anymore.....
     I am Gavriel. I am a man, a black man. I am a man, a strong man. I am a man, a providing man. I am a man, a clean man. I am a pure man. And today, that all ends. I haven't written in this journal for a few years (three, four?) Yesterday I got a call from Dale, that man my sister would fool around with a while back, and he asked for Jane. I found it odd, what would this racist whitebread want with my dark sister? The hypocrisy amazed me haha! So I talked to him for a bit, them white boys love to talk, and he sounded really sad. He sounded beat.
     He was found dead today. He apparently slit his throat with his knife. I knew it would happen, I'm amazed he went for this long actually. Cracker brought it upon hisself. Should have gotten into drugs, or found Jesus... shit, somethin!
     Why does everything die around me? Jane... oh Jane! Them motherfuckin crackers took you... and... oh God. I cant do this anymore! I cant fucking take it! One week, 5 deaths? NO! I'm going to find out what is there. Behind the invisible glass of life. I'm going to find out what is above, or below.
     Here we go....

Inner-bread people worshiping the man

Within the trapped walls of rebellion

Jingle, Jingle little Star

People seeing who you are

Nothing within bounds, all within the outside mound

Hiding in a ditch-like cave, sucking on the dick of insane

Itchy little pants, pink little button

Burning with desire

Virus on hire

Blah blah blah

Blahblah, blah fire!

Super Cali Fudge-alistic Expert Hand Lotions!

Sucking on the TIT of another dark focus!

God of Light, light in the dark

He lives in the dark, but becomes the light

What?

Yeah...

If you are in the dark, I say?

Then how can you be the light today?

Yeah you can shine, but then you are lying

Just to sound happay!

You son of a motherfucking bitch

No one likes your shit

Go away now

I feel really sounds

Vertigo lands on the town

Smokey goes up, the flow goes down

So fucking what!

James screams it

Rockin' that rock within Lady's cleavage

End

Rollin' over Sam

Rollin' over sleet

Rollin' on top and rollin' underneath

Rollin' on cars

Rollin' through jars

Rollin' on and on till I got battle scars

Rollin' to the house

Rollin' to the grave

Rollin' hot, Rollin' cold

Rollin' insane

Rollin' really fast

Really, really fast

Rollin' so fast that my life seems.. slow

Rollin' on fat

Rollin' on bone

Rollin' from the Northern European style of the throne

Rollin' over here

Rollin' over there

I'm rollin' and rollin' and rollin'

Every-fuckin'-where

Rollin' to the past

Rollin' to the quest

Benjamin told me Franklin was the best

Poor Richard roll

Electrocution roll

Fat man roll on a fat man's stroll

Rollin' like a man

Rollin' like a bitch

Rollin' all night to my dirty feels hip

Rollin' through the future

Real Mercedes future

Give it back, give it back

I don't think I can hurt ya

Rollin' over here

Rollin' through there

Rollin' so much that words are "here" and "there"

Keep rollin' motherfucker

Keep rollin'...

On and on and on

Keep on rollin'

I see that smile

I see that smile

I see that smile on your face

I get by with that smile

I don't hide with that smile

On your face

I see things with that smile

I be things with that smile

I choose things with that smile

On your face

I try with that smile

I win with that smile

I fail with that smile

On your face

I live with that smile

I die with that smile

On your face

I sleep with that smile

I wake with that smile

On your face

I smile with that smile

I frown with that smile

I get down with that smile

I go down on that smile

On your face

Get high, Smile, it's your life

1. People
2. Being Politically Correct
3. Stupid, just in general
4. Ignorance
5. Arrogance
6. Chocolate Ice Cream
7. Anger
8. Hate (shit...)
9. Racism
10. Sexism
11. You
12. Me
13. The World
14. George Bush, for he knows not what he does
15. Jesus Christ, the greatest myth ever told
16. People (did I say that?)
17. Emo, bunch of fags
18. People who can't take a joke (yes I said fag, gotta problem?)
19. Elitism
20. Snobs (that's like 19 isn't it?)
21. Repetition
22. Repetition
23. Repetition
24. The Number 23... dammit, missed it...
25. The Number 25! Huh-ha!
26. Loud music played acoustic
27. Those whores at MTV
28. Those wannabes at MTV2
29. Those punks trying to make FUSE gay
30. TV in general
31. Mass Media
32. Sheep (not like people who follow trends, but actual sheep... they're too damn fluffy)
33. Time
34. God, Allah, Jehovah, etc.
35. Religion
36. Bible-thumpers, I am a pacifist and they make ME want to SOCK 'em in the mouth!
37. BLACK PEOPLE!! haha Just kidding
38. People who get angry at 37
39. People who get angry and take it out on others
40. Children
41. Pro-Life
42. Haters of this and that
43. This
44. That
45. Shit...
46. Words that start with "s" and "t", did I stutter? (Goddammit...)
47. War
48. Suffering
49. False hopes (Obama? I hope not...)
50. Nitrogen, don't know why... makes me think of the color blue... and of course THAT'S not on the list...
51. The color blue
52. Numbers that when added together make other numbers
53. Words that don't make sense, like calling some gringo "cracker", why are you calling me a food you eat?
54. Not knowing *enter here*
55. People who THINK they know what they're talking about... and get mad when you prove them wrong
56. Being the same
57. People who do what everyone else is doing (case in point: EMOS!! Fuckin' fags...)
58. Two numbers from now...
57. One number from now
60. EWWW!!!
61. Things that go on to long
62. Things that are so good they end, why must they end?
63. Things you digest
64. Things
65. Whites, Blacks, Yellows, Reds, and Browns
66. People who agree with 65
67. Lists
68. Hypocrites
69. Sexual numbers
70. Old numbers
71. Odd numbers
72. Even numbers
73. Numbers that, when added, equal 10
74. Numbers
75. Preteen girls who think they're in love
76. Teenagers who think they're in love
77. People who are negative ALL the time
78. People who are POSITIVE all the time
79. Miley Cyrus... stupid cunt
80. Boy bands (although, I admit, I was very much into the Backstreet Boys...what can I say? I was a feeble child...)
81. Collectivism... Anthem-style...
82. People who think Metallica's St. Anger was wasteful
83. People who don't know shit about music, yet listen to it
84. People (repetition repetition...)
85. Really long lists
86. People who have so much time to waste they actually READ this entire list
87. Those who hate my precious...
88. Really, really, really fat people
89. Addiction
90. John McCain, DIE ALREADY!!!
91. And, lastly, waking up from a good night's sleep

God is like a soul

Feeding in and out,

Growing old

Spitting through and He pouts

As He gets cold

God is like a soul

Forever laying waste

Fearing death, seeing death

Being death as told

God is like a spirit

Patterns, scattered blanket

Rising in a hamlet

Falling in a church

Forever and ever bound to the floor

Chained, but unnerved

God is like a man

For he is not real, but real inside His head

He can change, He's strange

But He never seems to forget

That blood was spilled in the Name,

So you can all "repent"

God is like a god

Shiva, Horus, and Mithra are one

Jesus isn't holy, he is just the sun

Twelve stars follow you home

Making you feel like One

But Jesus isn't holy

He is just the sun

God isn't real

He is in your mind

Like a rolling ball of flame

Trapped in your spine

God isn't real

Faking as we do

Fucking it sucking

Caring for the things we screw

God is like a soul

Forever and ever

He just gets old...

Sickness atop the mountain

At the sight of your dreams

Sickness upon his fountain

My sights blackened with red seams

Stains written in my ink

All that and more, in my kitchen sink

What should you feel with an action?

Screaming that makes my blood fold in despair

Not me or you

Despair inside my burning kerosene

Burning, learning, and serf-ing me

Held breathes, not breathed in decades

Sneeze, guns squeeze

Bullets riddled in trees

Burning, damnation of beings

With a sun that travels through the night, hitting the moon ever so bright

So many things came upon the truth, many true and many within you

Finding red is something unreal, feeling blessed is almost surreal.

When I'm with you, it's the darkness of the light that keeps my Nameless nature out of sight

Making me feel like a person of purpose, virtue, and might

Thank you, cat, for the truth

Thank you my little Cottonball for the world, erode

Aging is not a sign of death, but of being bold

For the grace, anger, and feelings mute

I am forever indebted to you

My craving right now, the sweetness of sound

The yelling, the screaming

The coming up crown

I am and you are, together, we will be

For everything is just as it should be

Correction, everything is always as it should be

Thank you, again

My sweet little fragrance

My little nympho bitch

Thank you again

My moaning hormone

My growing pain

Thank you again

My seductive wonder

Pirate plunder!

Thank you again

My Mone-Mone baby

My Jinxed little kitty

Thank you, for everything

Again