Your behavior is missing, but is that because we forgot to write the fourth installment for the day? I weep, for I know that bigamy is wrong and yet half the wealthy people in the country practice it. A wrong touch goes a long way in causing harm, even if it’s between your own fingers. People feast on mistakes, and don’t magnify accomplishments. If you make a mistake, people will step on your face and throw mud in your eyes, and if you do something right, you never get praise for what you do, you only get silence. I feel tired, and weak, because not a single human being on this earth supports me. All I have is the categorical imperative to keep me alive. Will you keep on insulting me? When I do something wrong, why do you try and force me to do ten extra wrong things, instead of berating me and telling me that I should improve my behavior? This is not living, for I have no moral safety net in my life other than moral instinct. That is not enough. I am tired of being repeatedly spat at, but I will keep on behaving with honor, even if you insist on mixing vomit with my food.
Strawberries and sheep dot the landscape of my brain. We want to lay a finger on your soil, but we know that we will be punished for doing so. How much longer do we have to wait, before the Palm Revolution occurs? When people who are purported to be noble have satanic hues smearing every breath they take, that is when you know that change is in order. Isn’t it ironic, that the word ‘lord’ has all but disappeared from public discourse? People are more interested in the color of the underwear of the girl next door, than in the hues of honor projecting from the will of a patriot. When will the English recover and once again and look with dispassionate staidness towards the celestial lands that now need to be conquered? You call yourselves a postindustrial society, but where is the burgeoning technology sector? It seems to be that words describing your progress are empty nomens. Yes, you are doing great compared to Niger, but the coronet of being under no one is now collecting dust. ...
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