I'm a super hero destined to kill Satan once and for all to vanquish evil from the lands for many eons to come, if not forever. Specifically: I'm a
SUPER
SAIYAJIN
If I'm wrong, then may God save my stupid, sorry ass.
I sure as all Hell don't believe I am though.
Here's a quote Google refuses to acknowledge:
"Once you have found a conviction do not recant even unto death."
And another personal favorite:
"It is not a sin to fight for the right cause. There are those who words alone will not reach."
Did I ever say I was a prophet or a philosphy? I apologize and take these statements back.
Although I do like to predict and philosophize.
If you're out there and you're really reading this, then you are part of the resistance. There is nothing more important than your survival at this point. You have to believe that you are not alone and you never will be no matter how deep you go to escape from this enemy. Their threats, insults, insinuations, lies and propaganda are all tempered by the most sincere cowardice that they utilize through others from themselves. Do not let them, even when they dwell within you, bring out your worst and even if they manage to, it is there fault and not yours. Active participation in the driving of a certain act entails just as much responsibility as the person who commits it. We both know how you'd feel about it in the end and it's certainly without question as to how they would too.
See, the way I figure it is the more shit I take here and now, the more meaningful it'll be when it stops. I can just go on and on, letting you do and say whatever you please without even trying to take the consequences into my own hands in here. I can be a spectator to this circus. An audience member like so many others out there right now, gazing expectantly at me every day for hours on end.
"Will he kill himself today?"
"Will he do something to her today?"
"Will he just sit there and do nothing again today?"
From there, there are a few different outcomes:
1. I die and that's the end of the story. The release, the rapture, the orgasmic sense of freedom from the cessation of my consciousness feels like finishing for a whole minute straight. You can't take this away from me.
2. All the crazy shit I believe finally comes true and it's that much more satisfactory when I finally end you once and for all. You can't take this from me either.
3. I exit the stage, change costumes and come right back for more rotten vegetables to be thrown at me. I just get stronger. More patient. More calm in the face of the idiot. Staring into the eyes of the enemy. You can't take this from me either.
You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the real.
"Truth is stranger than fiction."
You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the idea of some super hero I inevitably call God in the end.
I think the ability to believe the former and latter takes a lot more strength than it does to just toss the ideas aside in some trash heap; discarded like a condom after the quick lay you were dying to get your hands on or some CD that you can't stand to listen to. Look at the very face of my existence and tell me keeping this faith, kept while I voraciously whisper "Semper Fidelis" to myself on this stage in front of millions, doesn't take a lot more damn strength to keep than simply not having it.
Of course I wouldn't expect you to agree with me. Good, I say. It's all going to the numbers. The qualifiably quantifiable ideas. The fiction that you can never kill. Even if you burn all the books, kill everyone that remembers, see, the way I look at it: The dead are not quiet.
Somebody'll eventually just write something similar.
Do not worry.
Every thing is being taken care of.
Every thing is under control.
This violent act I will sooner commit than stand idly by as an innocent life force suffers or allow myself to be reconfigured:
It is in the name of justice.
It is in the name of prevention.
It is in the name of protection.
They will convince the ignorant to hate me for my stand against them.
They will make my eyes deceive me.
They will make my very tongue utter blasphemy for their ends.
It is meaningless.
It is ineffectual.
Most of all: It is what gives me strength in the end.
I am Brogeta.
SUPER
SAIYAJIN
If I'm wrong, then may God save my stupid, sorry ass.
I sure as all Hell don't believe I am though.
Here's a quote Google refuses to acknowledge:
"Once you have found a conviction do not recant even unto death."
And another personal favorite:
"It is not a sin to fight for the right cause. There are those who words alone will not reach."
Did I ever say I was a prophet or a philosphy? I apologize and take these statements back.
Although I do like to predict and philosophize.
If you're out there and you're really reading this, then you are part of the resistance. There is nothing more important than your survival at this point. You have to believe that you are not alone and you never will be no matter how deep you go to escape from this enemy. Their threats, insults, insinuations, lies and propaganda are all tempered by the most sincere cowardice that they utilize through others from themselves. Do not let them, even when they dwell within you, bring out your worst and even if they manage to, it is there fault and not yours. Active participation in the driving of a certain act entails just as much responsibility as the person who commits it. We both know how you'd feel about it in the end and it's certainly without question as to how they would too.
See, the way I figure it is the more shit I take here and now, the more meaningful it'll be when it stops. I can just go on and on, letting you do and say whatever you please without even trying to take the consequences into my own hands in here. I can be a spectator to this circus. An audience member like so many others out there right now, gazing expectantly at me every day for hours on end.
"Will he kill himself today?"
"Will he do something to her today?"
"Will he just sit there and do nothing again today?"
From there, there are a few different outcomes:
1. I die and that's the end of the story. The release, the rapture, the orgasmic sense of freedom from the cessation of my consciousness feels like finishing for a whole minute straight. You can't take this away from me.
2. All the crazy shit I believe finally comes true and it's that much more satisfactory when I finally end you once and for all. You can't take this from me either.
3. I exit the stage, change costumes and come right back for more rotten vegetables to be thrown at me. I just get stronger. More patient. More calm in the face of the idiot. Staring into the eyes of the enemy. You can't take this from me either.
You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the real.
"Truth is stranger than fiction."
You might call it weakness to have the kind of faith I do in the idea of some super hero I inevitably call God in the end.
I think the ability to believe the former and latter takes a lot more strength than it does to just toss the ideas aside in some trash heap; discarded like a condom after the quick lay you were dying to get your hands on or some CD that you can't stand to listen to. Look at the very face of my existence and tell me keeping this faith, kept while I voraciously whisper "Semper Fidelis" to myself on this stage in front of millions, doesn't take a lot more damn strength to keep than simply not having it.
Of course I wouldn't expect you to agree with me. Good, I say. It's all going to the numbers. The qualifiably quantifiable ideas. The fiction that you can never kill. Even if you burn all the books, kill everyone that remembers, see, the way I look at it: The dead are not quiet.
Somebody'll eventually just write something similar.
Do not worry.
Every thing is being taken care of.
Every thing is under control.
This violent act I will sooner commit than stand idly by as an innocent life force suffers or allow myself to be reconfigured:
It is in the name of justice.
It is in the name of prevention.
It is in the name of protection.
They will convince the ignorant to hate me for my stand against them.
They will make my eyes deceive me.
They will make my very tongue utter blasphemy for their ends.
It is meaningless.
It is ineffectual.
Most of all: It is what gives me strength in the end.
I am Brogeta.
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