Sep 02, 2009 04:59
time and time again I try to make clear the limit of my worldly knowledge and how I admire those that posses it in magnitude. But as time goes on I realize that it is a rarity to encounter a knowledgeable individual without bias. To any degree. It is to the credit of these individuals, groups of individuals and so on that there are mysteries in the world and cause to question. But I don't shake my head at this. It is when the spewing fools who, because they have retained an amount of dates and places and hard to pronounce names take it upon their feeble heads to sing onto us the dim, their own personal rendition of a stone cut tabulator and blindly they crone a vile fantasy, a tainted history, a half truth, a fucking lie.
Simple as their motives are; to glorify self, the shadows they cast are stains. Everyone wants history to favor them. Everyone wants to be the center of it all. Everyone wants to take credit for a thing, everyone wants to be justified.
Be joyous ye Jew, you have been persecuted and as such are now named: Entitled. Raise a rifle great Nord for the warriors name is yours. You are great, you are feared. build me a watch and wave your silly sword. Dance African, for your rhythm was that that remained after all else was beaten away.
Ah! i'm getting tired of this and I haven't even made my point. HAH, I bore myself.