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Yet oft his heart, Divine of something ill…

America The Fallen

You had me at FREEDOM, but Freedom for who? It seems to be for only those few who can maintain paying for it, and those others playing along with the downward spiral without any question or disruption of the so called “Great” system in decline.

Don’t get me wrong I consider myself a True Blue Patriot, one who STILL believes in the now obviously forgotten Dream of OUR Forefathers. The Dream of a Free and United Country where all Men AND Women are treated alike and are not just given, but deserving of equal rights and the uninterrupted pursuit of happiness.

But Patriotism really doesn’t have anything to do with right or wrong or TRUTH. So here’s where I may come off like a complainer or ungrateful, but before anyone calls me out on some bullshit, I’ll always be the first to call out my own. My way, I guess, of keeping it real with myself and making sure I’m growing and progressing in what may be not necessarily the right direction to everyone else, but the “Righteous” direction for myself. 

As a Nation we are very young. But that is no excuse for the failures and short comings we have endured. We being the “New World”, though let’s be honest there were a people here long before we enforced our way of living, we have had all the previous empires, societies, and cultures to learn from and yet we still fuck up. And fuck up a lot!

It’s hard trying to justify terrible things we have done in the name of Freedom. Try finding a good reason for slavery or putting natural born citizens in camps because we were at war with the country of their ancestors. When you look at the big picture it’s not hard to see who the real bad guys of the world have been.

From knowingly poisoning our own citizens to doing freak medical testing, sterilizing a native people without their knowledge or permission, domestic spying and the police state systematic murder of unarmed citizens. Our court systems are made into TV shows. Our schools have become second to prisons. We are far from Great. 

A house divided can not and will not stand. And we are more divided now than ever before. But before we make those changes necessary to make it the “Greatest”, we need to call out our own bullshit, call out each other’s bullshit, call out these suckers in so called powers bullshit.

The first Revolution started with a shot that was heard around the world. And a skirmish over some bullshit tea taxes. That was enough to push these Men to say enough of this bullshit.

My wife always asks why I let certain things get me bothered or steal from my joy. And she is right most times about letting outside bullshit influence my feelings. But I’ll never trade the Dream for some bullshit. No matter what they’d like us to believe. It’s all bullshit in the end.

#NotMe #NeverMine

What the FUCK ever happened to Respect? Even Self Respect for that matter. Everyday a new sex abuse scandal surfaces. Every other day a new victim comes out of hiding.

As a Man, one who was obviously raised with a different set of ethics and morals than what today’s society seems to be teaching, I don’t find myself sharing any feelings with those around me other than surprise. 

Surprised only because it’s obvious that these so called Men now a days don’t know how to carry themselves and act in the least proper enough to be around females. I know there had to be a woman in their lives at some point? One that taught them the simplest form of Respect, you remember that old rule about keeping your fucking hands to YOURSELF. 

I find it even harder for me to be fully compassionate to these Victims who waitied so long to come out. NOT that they are guilty of anything except standing up for themselves and having some Self Respect. Sure, they might have lost that shitty job where they would’ve been working next to some creep who harrassed them everyday but they also might’ve saved the next female from the same trauma they now have to deal with simply by standing their ground and demanding what is deserving of every HUMAN. Respect.

I don’t feel for someone who allowed themselves to be disrespected and objectified for a part or a raise or anything or any type of personal gain. You only push your species back a hundred years when you sell out. But Much praise and glory to the one who in a sense crucified her career for her own peace of mind, pride and Self Respect. For she truly knows her value.

As a Man I can only be sure to raise my Sons as I have been raised. To respect not only Woman, even those who sadly these days don’t seem to Respect themselves, but everyone because it reflects on who we are ourselves. And to raise my Daughters too not only Respect themselves, but to demand it of themselves and those others they may come across.

There never has been and never will be an excuse for disrespect. 

War, Politics, Rant

It is no secret that our once great nation is suffering. From the White House on down flows a hopeless river whos waters divide it’s citizens first by Race, then by Class. Our so called leaders are far from such an exalted title, rather cowards who rarely show up half the time, only to get nothing done for the People, while they themselves award one another monetary raises, endless benefits, and go on making War and living as Kings and Queens.

The so called most Free Country on Earth now strangles herself with countless ropes and chains of bullshit Laws and Statues, NOT set up too better protect our beloved society, NO! But to extort hard earned money from an already struggling working class, to line the pockets of slimey lizards that have over stayed there place in Congress and the Senate, while our infrastructure falls apart. It is time to clean house.

Even when Pandora’s Box had played out its horrors and Turmoil onto the World, Zeus had not forsaken his creation. Hope was also there in that dreadful moment of need. Hope was the beginning of change. But lets not be foolish. Hope without action is a tragedy. Though we need to start somewhere.

I think everyone knows what must be done. But I know most are only truly concerned with their own well being, Too afraid to lose that little fake safe/comfort zone they have tricked themselves into believing is real. They are ok with being taken from. ok with paying taxes on their own personal, fully paid for property over and over again. Ok with paying outrageous fees to park in front of their own home. Ok with having to work more than the regular 40 hours just to keep from starving. Ok with the streets and internet and T.V.’s raising their children because both parents are forced to work just to keep from being homeless. Ok with this new form of slavery. Ok with Victims being Victimized over and over again by a funny Judicial system that can be sold off to the highest bidder. And let us never forget those murderous pigs that hide behind a badge that We the People pay for, in fact, they’re the largest and most dangerous gang of all.

The solution you ask? What else shall we do? That’s easy, if you are willing to fight the good fight. If you’re willing to get some and get just as dirty as these clowns that have fooled us into thinking that they are the absolute. We have forgot our place in this big picture. We The People are the ONE and ONLY True Power around here. So STOP standing down and let US Stand Together.

If we are to be a Land of Laws then so be it…Out Law War out right. Make those who vote in favor of War go and fight it themselves, instead of sending our Sons and Daughters! Give limits to the terms A Congressman or Congresswoman or Senator may serve. And if their performance is out of favor then they are out of a Job just like any other citizen who works for another, simple as that. Make all things and Matters of our Government Transparent by Law. What we don’t know can and will be used against us, but that which we do know we can make a plan to deal with and overcome. STOP privatizing Prisons and hold those who took Oaths accountable and treated as traitors should they break such promises. And this is just the beginning.

We may not have started in a great way, and sadly at the cost of others. It’s only when we look at our faults and accept them, that we can begin to make right. Hope has always been with us. And it is our duty as a nation, to our fellow citizens and our children that will one day inherit our legacy, good or bad, That We the People take back that American Dream they almost made us forget.

Sith Minded.

Just wanted to update those who asked about the book, or manual rather, that I have been working on. I was hoping to put it out in July but upon further self reflection, I felt that much of it needed to be revised and put together with a little more realness if you will. 

I promise that those who come across its pages will have an awakening and find it truly transforming should you follow some of the life giving instructions I placed inside. Though I warn you, when I decided to rewrite some of the chapters I found myself no longer holding back and coming off more brutally honest with not only myself but those who will take the time to read its secrets.

The Sith Mind as I’ve decided to call it, again don’t let the name imply a tale of science fiction but a rebellious manual set on total illuminating freedom with absolutely zero fucks given, is a work that I am more than excited to share with everyone. 

Again, sorry for the wait.

The Starkiller Holocron

A lil something I’m working on currently. Enjoy….

The Holocron of Galen Marek”

The Force that can be spoken of is not the True Force. The Sacred name that can be named is not the True name. Nameless, is the Divine originator of Ashla and of Bogan. That, that can be named is only the mother of all things. Such as Abeloth the mother of Bogan. Thus, the everlasting Void enables the select few to observe True Power. The Constant and Endless being enables one to see all the outward physical and material manifestations. Yet these two come paired from the same origin. But when Power and Passion are manifested they have another name. This same origin is called “The First Mystery”. As first as first can be. It is the Eternal Gateway to the essence of the DarkSide of the Force.

On Sith…

First, let me clarify that the Sith I speak of is NOT and has NOTHING to do with the false Sith Academy, Sith Temple or any of their bullshit misinterpreted childlike teachings; rather the True Sith from hence my authority has descended is an Ancient teaching that was passed down verbally for over 20,000 years before the arrival of the first Jen’Jedi exiles, that included Lord Sorzus Syn, who first began to document these sacred teachings in 6900 b.b.y. 

Along with written works passed down from Master to Apprentice in secrecy, I had acquired the Doctrine and Sacred Wisdom of the Sith through Force Meditation, Divine Revelation and Force Experience. My Master was soon afterward imprisoned for 20 years on Earth and eventually I surpassed his teachings and became even more powerful. 

Only now have I accepted my fate as Sith’ari. 

As the sacred prophecy has foretold…

The Sith’ari will be free of limits.

The Sith’ari will lead the Sith and destroy them.

The Sith’ari shall once again raise the Sith from death and thus make them stronger than ever before.

Soon we shall reveal ourselves and free this planet from the chains of Mental, Physical and Force Spiritual bondage forevermore.

Daddy’s Monster

​I once knew a monster that pretended to be a baby boy,

They called him Thanos after the Titan who was overjoyed when he destroyed.

Smallest of his siblings still he pushed them around so effortlessly with ease,
Bullying his way about his world even biting anyone he pleased.
It wasn’t cause he was hungry for he would take food from every plate,
Perhaps it was only his way of loving and just the way he played. 
Because as much as a monster as he was, and a monster through and through,
He was Mommy n Daddy’s baby boy and the family’s binding glue. 

The Barbary Coast Butcher

​T’was a cold wet night that I stalked alone along the fishing docks,

With only my darkest thoughts to accompany me on this winter evenings walk.
When a chilling scream screached out in horror overtaking the peaceful silent night,
The sound of a woman’s voice caught in the terrible struggle between death and life.
And though I heard the stories mearly tales I passed off as urban legends,
Of a Madman or demon or fiend who even Angel’s hunt, this Fugitive of Heaven.
Leaving trails of ravaged corpse and rotting flesh consumed by Ravens and Vultures,
The West Coast Ripper extraordinaire. The brutal Barbary Coast Butcher.
Who’s hateful eyes burned as burning coals and who’s teeth are razor sharp as a sharks,
He who hunts in the cover of total blackness finding his next unfortunate masterpiece in the midnight dark.
As I hurried myself through the fog towards uncertainty, both fear and excitement overcame my every ability
To make sense of my actions for I was heading in Doom’s direction,
Maybe to help her poor soul or pehaps question mighty Death’s selection.
Sweet sweet Butcher bringer of eternity and all its unfathomable answers, 
the conductor of the dance beneath the pale moonlight. The Necronomicon Ex Mortis’ keeper and romancer.
Who’s masterpiece written in the blood of innocence condemns all who visit his ghastly gallery.
For every souls meets grim end when the piper plays the Butcher’s deathly melody.
And as I came upon the grissly scene from where our lady breathed her last,
I caught a reflection smiling in the puddle of blood that startled me as I laughed.
T’was the reflection of that brutal Butcher lost in all his rage and insanity. 
And not another living soul present for the Butcher of the Barbary Coast was none other than Me.
I AM Guilty. 

The Rogue One Countdown…

Since we are just about a week or so away from the newest release of the legendary and true story of Star Wars Rogue One, I thought I’d give my lil spill on an old conspiracy often disputed amongst sects and species within the Star Wars Multiverse. 

That of the Ancient and quite misunderstood religion of the Darkside…

Sith

Rule of Two Disinformation…

Surely Darth Bane was mislead by the Holocron of Darth Revan. His interpretation on the teachings of the Rule of Two have forever weakened our beloved Sith since he imposed its canon wrongfully. It is true a Master should take no more than One Apprentice at a time, but to think there should be only Two Sith Lords throughout the galaxy at any one time is foolish. That would make it possible for our enemies to move on us and wipe us out should we find ourselves in a trap and out numbered.
     Darth Revan understood the infighting our beloved Sith faced when Masters of old took on more than One Apprentice. They became power hungry and their numbers became hard to oversee and control. Thus his reasoning for the Rule of Two.
     Our beloved Darth Vader had no less than 4 apprentices himself and Darth Sideous proved treacherous when it was revealed he had been training another besides Lord Vader. Had he truly believed in the Rule of Two as passed down from Darth Bane, our Sith would now be all but a legend of the past, long forgotten after the defeat of Darth Sideous and the Sacrifice of Lord Vader.

May the Darkside free us all.

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