Patriotic Spirit

I love my country. I am protective of its sovereignty, appreciative of its virtues and proud of its accomplishments. Understanding that "survival of the fittest" was, is and shall always be the way of the world, I condone my nation's use of subversion and force. In sports and war I am loyal to my own team, regardless of who is supposedly deserving, right or wrong. I am neither a bigot nor a jingoist: I am a realist whose every thought and action is for the common good.

God himself is nothing without his adoring masses. One man is simply irrelevant unless a multitude finds him useful. People are weak. People as a people are strong. Alas, the anonymous many are the relevance of the individual and the power and glory of the mighty few.

Freedom and justice are neither loyal nor obedient. They respect no man's person nor do they bend to the consensus of the many. Freedom defies power. Justice shuns glory. The mighty and the many are equals in the eyes of freedom and justice.

As a man of flesh of blood I must breath, eat and drink. My nation is my safety and a fertile ground for the sowing of my life's endeavors. My patriotism is thoughtful and justified. I bless the many who are my nation by edifying their virtues and appreciating their accomplishments. I encourage them to love what is good about us. I remind them that We the People are the heart, mind, soul and strength of our great nation. I strive to create and am reticent to destroy. I implore my countrymen to do the same, for the good of us all.

As a man of spirit I see the cracks in the walls of the nations and know all walls come tumbling down. I see and smell every culture for the smoke it is and know it is soon to dissipate. I am mindful that all wealth is rust and ashes. The pride of the doomed is vainglory. Freedom and justice shall prevail, stripping the mighty and the many naked to be judged. One shall reap what one has sown, alone and individually.

The friendly shall reap the friendship they have sown. The merciful shall be spared. The caring shall be cared for. To hell with all others for they were dead even as they lived. Let us be forever rid of their festering stench. Never again shall there be tribes or nations for the need of them shall be over. The dreary days of enemies shall have passed away.

Created Equal

Humanity is a murderous, thieving race of delusional savages. We hide among our tribes and factions and pretend our nothing is a something. We relish the failings of our brethren as if such is somehow to our glory. Alas, humanity, the greatest of all creatures, is a rotting monster.

All men are created equal in that every man is conceived with a divine spark within his bosom. Women, the lesser vessel of men, are also endowed with this infinite potential. It is the inalienable right of every human being to sow and to reap what one has sown.

Our bodies are weak and mortal but we can be more than dust and water. Should we be so bold, we can venture within and discover the source of our yearning. We may use our spark to light a flame that shall burn away the darkness. Our cold shadows of pride shall give way to the warm brilliance of what it truly is to be human. We shall grow in life and vigor beyond the desperate passions of our mortal nature. Only as an entity of spirit is a man or woman beyond the creatures of dust and water. One must transcend if one is to be satisfied for judging oneself is the only meaningful endeavor. All else follows.

Gifts of Blessing

Everyone has a knack. Our talents differ and some have more than others but we are all gifted in something. If we neglect our abilities they shall diminish. If we use them, however, and refine them then our talents shall grow and prosper.

I am a storyteller and an artist. Others are singers, musicians, athletes, handymen, protectors, comforters, orators and or whatever else. We are all endowed with the ability to contribute, somehow, to the common good. Few of us truly bother to do so. Some of us who do squander our endeavors for evil. The very few who bless us all with their talents are the precious souls who keep our world turning.

Most lives are a waste of life. Everyone has their reasons but few are pure of heart. Indifference is mindless. Hatred is heartless. Compassion is thoughtful and caring thus, takes effort. Alas, it is easier to do nothing than something. It is easier to fall than to rise. It is easier to consume or destroy than to create. People become a nothing when in their apathy they drift with whim or in their malevolence they corrupt and tarnish. Either such lives are a waste of talent.

Humanity is a creature of flesh and blood but also of mind and spirit. We are beyond our animal nature when our souls have eyes to see and ears to hear. We imagine and create when we qualify what we quantify. What is a song but sound? What is literature but scribble? What is a cathedral but stone? By employing our talents we make more of things than the sum of their otherwise meaningless parts. By our endeavors and appreciation thereof we create a context of relevance. Use your talents and use them well. Sincerity strives and is never in vain.

Human Being

Our universe is moved by unimaginably vast and powerful forces. Our world is but a tiny thing in the midst of it all. Our proud tribes and mighty nations are virtually nothing. I am less than nothing. Alas, I am the least thus the greatest.

Our very sun is bigger and brighter than all of us... yet it cannot imagine, aspire or even care. I am beyond the awesome sun. Yes, I cannot live without it. Alas, the sun is only relevant because it serves my needs. I do not live for the sake of the sun. As I have claimed: I am beyond the awesome.

Humanity is proud of its delusions and cultures. It sheds human blood for the greed and malevolence of our tribes and nations. Alas, what are these things that come and go, rise and fall? Our generations and their ways corrupt and perish yet our humanity itself endures. Is it sounds and scribble that give words their meaning? Is it our tribes and nations that made us human? I am beyond all such things for I am a human being. I am the foundation of all that endures and prospers.

Good versus Evil

In reality, most struggles are evil against evil. The opposing factions tout and embellish what little righteousness they have. They exaggerate the sins of their opponent and are reticent to acknowledge their opponent's virtues.

I believe in JUSTICE, knowing that no faction truly represents such a cause. I fight for FREEDOM, knowing those who fight alongside me prefer domination. Alas, I am often in league with evil in my struggles for the common good.

FREEDOM and JUSTICE are one and the same: the sowing of oneself and the reaping of what one sows. The mighty cannot grant FREEDOM for one who is beholden cannot be free. Law cannot codify JUSTICE for justice is the very spirit of FREEDOM, thus, is not subject to decree. Personal, social and political agendas are whim and yearning, thus, they are neither FREEDOM nor JUSTICE.

I strive to do what is best, always. I am always a friend unto any who care. Should the need arise that I must align myself with the wicked in the defense of goodness I shall do so. I am not bothered when the indifferent profit in the defense of the caring. What is best for those who are good is always good.

Good Bad

Death is hideous. War is despicable. Rape is atrocious. In reality, none of these things are good. In fiction, however, their grim severity can be made into sensual intensity. We endure reality and find its pleasures wanting. We strive and suffer to little or no avail. Our news and histories must be sensationalized and embellished for us to find them interesting. Alas, it is in our fiction where we find real life's luster.

Storytelling is always from within. Fiction is the outer manifestation of our waking dreams. All is good in a good story; even the bad. What is pain and sorrow in reality can be enjoyed in fiction. Even the horrors of death, war and rape can be made into harmless fun.

I am a storyteller. I tell tales of heroes and villains. I tell stories of horror and adventure. My characters are many and interact in many ways. Many of these fictional people are slain. Some of them are raped. Ultimately, however, my heroes prevail and my villains are vanquished.

Both in life and in my stories genuine heroes are few. Villainous masterminds are more readily available. Expendable underlings are always plentiful. Useless bystanders do the nothing they do best. Everyone has their part to play, whether a person or a character.

Death, war and rape: our reality would be better without them. Suspense, excitement and sensuality: our fiction would be boring without them. As a writer and an artist, I do know what I am doing. Allow me my honest boast as I claim to do what I do well.

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Henchwomen Are Sexy Pawns

I am a writer and an artist. My specialty is the "useless henchwomen" theme. The gist of my fancy is the idea of armed and uniformed women being easily subdued. These fictional victims are "henchwomen" because I cannot enjoy the plight of innocent bystanders. As armed antagonists, however, their fate is to my delight.

Soldiers are people meant to overcome other people. Victims are those who are overcome. Useless henchwomen are both. Because they are meant to be instruments of force, they are made mockery of when proven helpless. Because they are plentiful and weak they are expendable to their leaders. They are amusing to their enemies. The henchwomen are pawns: being sacrificed is the part they play.

My fancy is uncommon. Few understand it. Villains as victims? Why women? Why not? Seriously: why not? Should every antagonist be formidable? Heroes have their damsels in distress. Why should villains not have their useless henchwomen? Sex and violence are the vim and vigor of adventurous fiction. Useless henchwomen are but passive partners in sensually violent character interactions. Why not? I ask but my question is never answered: why not?

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