A man who has money is beauty for women just like how men look for beauty in women. Granted you wouldn’t marry a woman for her beauty but it sure helps. Money is attractive, money is intoxicating, it has the promise of fulfilling all your dreams. Visions of not having to struggle anymore, gracing balls wearing designer clothes burdened with sparkling diamonds that hang on your neck and wrists, driven in luxury and escorted by royalty. Which girl wouldn’t want to be Cinderella for a lifetime? This time the magic doesn’t dissipate, the clock keeps ticking, the fairy godmother on speed dial and the glass shoes keep on multiplying. Living in Mansions, walking on marble, oversighted by crystal chandeliers, swimming in heated pools and served by foreign butlers. There enters the Gold digger, the manifestation of every man’s fantasy. She represents a tunnel in the repressed subconscious mind. She fulfills you in every way you desire. She subjegates herself to you, granting you power. She soothes and fills what’s lacking in your life. She is your escape in a world were routine triumphs. She is exciting, new and forbidden, uses her body to make you yield into the temptation of her bosom. You can squeeze if you want to, that’s the whole point. She’s yours for a price. The esteem and prestige of being your wife, but no prenups. Also, she wants to be included in your will, a stake in the inheritance fund and half of everything you own and oh, she’ll get it all. Her cunning intelligence guarantees it. You are her gold mine and she’s not letting go. Unlike the typical woman who operates with the right hemisphere of her brain, she is a blend of both hemispheres, she is both feminine and masculine. She is not just a woman whose emotional and acts on her feelings, she thinks, she plans, uses reason and logic, she has drive, she is ambitious! You are the route to her Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags, bespoke designer clothes, red bottoms heels and summer vacations in Monaco.
It was difficult to defend against the Blitzkrieg attack because it enveloped the enemy and crushed it with great speed. It gave you no time to think, no space to move, you were crushed by the weight of the attack. The perfect gold digger is akin to a blitzkrieg attack. You’ll never see it coming, she will crush you and dispose of you faster than the speed of light. Great gold diggers will seduce you, play to the repressed qualities of your being, ascentuate their body features, lower the pitch of their voices, play the demsel in distress, regress to a childlike persona, dominate through passivity to sink their claws in, marry you for your money and then divorce you. They are the definition of deception and smokescreens, they disappear like an illusion, like a dream, like it never happened. After you it’s on to the next one. You have to admire gold diggers because they are ambitious, they are driven, they have will, they want a good life and you are a means to an end. Gold diggers have balls, what makes them great is their ability to tap into their masculine sides while maintaining their femininity. That ambition will get you everything in life. I would love to be a Hugh Hefner, a magnet for gold diggers. To be surrounded by young, hot, beautiful women and have the relationships be platonic and transactional, using my pool and walking around the house in nothing but their birthday suits, oh Hugh cracked the code, the Playboy Mansion is heaven!
Easily one of the greatest books of all time. It follows the life of the author and his experiences throughout his life. “In search of lost time” covers the subjects of Love, homosexuality, death, old age, art, the Dreyfus case, social conventions, politics, family, friends, the war and lost time. It is such a masterpiece. If only I could write like Proust. He writes like a detailed painting. You can see the brush strokes in his words. You can see the different hues. His words are passionate and full of life like Spring. His words are so vivid, they evoke feelings and transport you to his time. He describes everything in its smallest detail. He is reflective and honest. He can make you laugh and he can make you sad. He makes you reflect about your life, your decisions, your future. He makes you see how tragic life really is. Even with all the money in the world and the most esteemed people by your side, it still doesn’t mean anything. The esteemed people in the highest positions in the world are still humans and they have a nature that is universal. They have fears, they are in a world in which they didn’t create, a world they cannot successfully navigate because there is no blueprint, they are vulnerable to sickness and death and despite their best efforts they don’t know what they are doing. Boredom is an inescapable fact of life and so they keep themselves occupied with social conventions. They attend parties and invite other celebrated individuals and talk art all day. They talk art, books, music, drama and fashion. At least that gives life meaning. It makes it bearable. I learned important social skills and emotional intelligence is important in the context of life. Social skills and Emotional intelligence is better than IQ. You can be high in IQ but if your peers and colleagues find your conduct undesirable you risk being stagnant and never moving in an upward trajectory. Social skills and Emotional skills is how you navigate your way through life. It is how you find desirable mates, it is how you increase your list of acquaintances. Acquaintances enable you to move up the social ladder. You must be able to perceive and regulate other people’s emotions. That is true intelligence because human beings are emotion creatures. The ability to regulate your impulses and act in a just manner will attract things to you, it will enable you to move up. Social skills and emotional intelligence are important because as you navigate the world you meet different people with different tastes and customs. You encounter foreign traditions, a high level of emotional intelligence will enable you to be open-minded as you won’t fall prey to your urge to exert you ego, this will enable you to communicate and project yourself with desirable effects. “In search of lost time” centers a lot around society and social conventions, it explores finding favor with people, undesirable qualities in individuals and how to be well-liked and adored. The characters in these social classes are intellectuals bred from the highest aristocratic families in the world, they are the elite. This doesn’t mean they are snobbish, although a couple of characters do exhibit this snobbery behavior but rather that they are finicky and know proper culture. They engage in stimulating and witty conversations. I have to admit I loved going to the Duchess Guermantes place. It was good and she was charming. Orianne oh, my beautiful Orianne. She was funny and witty and everyone loved being in her presence. She also didn’t just entertain anyone, you had to be of a certain pedigree, you had to be a master of your trade, you had to be cultured, you had to be interesting, you had to be special. The parties were quite exquisite and wonderful. I enjoyed being in the presence of great people and engaging with them. It was quite an experience!
“In search of lost time” also explores the subject of love and how peculiar it is. The first volume of the book covers the love affair between Charles Swann and Odette De Crecy. Swann an important man in the eyes of society falls in love with a peasant girl Odette. He loves her despite her infidelities. He is conscious of her infidelities and yet he still persists. He gives her money, he does absolutely everything for her. Odette makes him suffer through jealous streaks and unquenchable paranoia. This is what draws Swan to Odette, the suffering, it is familiar to him and he just can’t get over it. Swanns is repressed and as such his subconscious is doing all the navigating in the world. Swann loves Odette with all his heart and he figures that’s enough. Eventually, Odette will come around. This makes Swann a laughing stock in the eyes of society because evidently the peasant girl is using him for his money. Swann knows this and he accepts it since it enables him to be with Odette. This is the strange thing about love, we love what makes us suffer, we love what is familiar. Because love is a psychological phenomena, we love the repressed qualities of ourselves and project them onto another person. This is explored in the work of Carl Jung with his Amina and Animus. I am not attributing the Anima for Swanns situation but it is the most intelligeable option. Besides, consciousness is a difficult topic to explore because no one can account for it, at least work has been done on the subconscious mind. Love is difficult because it can be unconscious like most of our actions. And so the most intelligent conclusion would be to say that Swann didn’t know what he was doing neither did Odette. Swann was attracted to the suffering that Odette was inflicting on him. This says a lot about the human condition, the fact that we need suffering to feel alive, to be alive. Numerous other love affairs are covered in the book like the authors affair with Albertine, a Femme Fatale who almost leads Proust in the wrong direction. Albertine too makes Proust suffer and it is what reels him in. The book also covers the authors infatuation with the Duchess Guermantes. This infatuation locks him in a trance of behavior that he doesn’t understand. He becomes obsessed with her. He spies and gathers data about her and when she takes her walks. He ultimately falls in love with her and talks at great length about her features and fashion sense. He asks his friend to introduce him to her considering that they are family and everything blossoms from there onwards. This behavior exhibited by the author shows us that love is not logical. Love is the ego exerting itself. Love is selfish and consumes. Love possess like a demon. Love is the universal unconscious form exerting itself on life. It is pheromones in the air that accessing a unwilling host. It is a phenomenon that just happens to you. Popular culture often talks about “Love at first sight” perhaps there is scientific evidence in this notion. It would certainly explain the concept of homosexuality and the urge for young boys like the character M. De Charlus in book. Maybe Charles Darwin didn’t cover the whole scope of evolution. Surely, this is only De. Charlus’ nature. M. De. Charlus is portrayed like a zealot who engages in morally unjustified and elusive behavior, maybe the society in Prousts time is wrong. The fundamental question here is that do we choose who to love? Perhaps the idea of choice is our biggest illusion.
The book also covers our common ground, the destination we all share namely death and old age. It is a certainty that we are all going to die. That our family, friends and cherished acquaintances will all some day perish leaving nothing but a memory and even that isn’t much because they vanish and die down like smoke. Proust communicates to the reader how fragile life is, how nothing in this existence is ever guaranteed and the importance of orienting yourself to your passions. This is important because life goes where energy flows. For Proust writing brought him solace and he was able to navigate life because of this passion, it gave his life meaning in an otherwise meaningless life where we all experience boredom, suffering, old age and ultimately our demise. These ideas are also covered in Martin Scorsese classic movie “The Irishman” where death and old age follows us to its climax. This is useful because death can serve as a catalyst to show us how to live. Death inspires and teaches you how to appreciate life and live in the present. After all, the present is all we ever have, everything else is just an illusion. Urban poet Kanye West makes this point on his sophomore album “The Late Registration” on the song “Drive Slow” and he advises the listener to fully be present because you never really know what can happen tomorrow. He favors a life of meaning over expediency. In the book several of the authors close family members and acquaintances die including Aunt, grandmother, girlfriend and best friend. This serves as a reminder that nothing lasts forever. It serves as a reminder to never take life for granted. We also see Proust maturing in the eyes of society, we see him as a young man full of youthful exuberance and him maturing into an old man who is teased and made fun off by the current generation of youthfuls. We see the Duchess Guemantees lose her wit, charm and beauty because of time. We see her position replaced. We see countless marriages happen because of death and separations. We see people rise up to the top of society. We see people who had it all and lost it all. We see regrets, we see people never reaching their potential. Throughout the book humannature is put through the microscope and we observe people’s tendencies and habits. It is habits that make a person and we are judged by our actions. Words are used to deceive and don’t carry any weight. Proust teaches us that life is short. In today’s climate and world, the life expendency is 70 and we spend a third of that time sleeping. Another third of it is spent doing things like brushing our teeth, commuting to work, eating, entertainment and work. We have a third of that to ourselves, that third is less than 15 years. How do you plan on spending that? What habits can you caltivate to ensure you live a meaningful life? Is self-development important to you? Whose life are you living? Is your life worth living? These are the types of questions that Proust forces us to answer about our life. We are all going to die, the youth is going to force us into retire, we are all going to be insignificant, we are all going to be useless, we are all going to vanish and leave no trace of time. Time is an illusion anyways, time is a creation of man created as a means to dominate nature, everything is what it is. Proust teaches us to make the best of the present moment every chance we get. Proust teaches us to elevate our perspective, he teaches us that change is the only constant.
She told me she loved me and at that moment I was trapped because I was only interested in what was between her thighs. I felt it was a premeditated move consciously executed to land her man. She is vindictive and this is a ploy to possess all of me like a prisoner, a slave. That is what love is all about, control over the other person. Love is strategic ploy to weaken and exploit. Love is a flanking maneuver that surprises and hurts the opposition. Love is tact to make somebody vulnerable, a blow that makes a soldier reeling and a poison that kills without medical assistance. Love is war, deadly and compromising. I resent the notion that we were made of gold and sunshine. That is not what a human being is at all because like Nietzsche once stated, even good actions are sublimated evil ones. She showed her hand too soon. It was rash, impulsive, expedient and unsedective. Still, I had to be careful because I knew where that blurt came from. It was truthful expression on her side, her shadow and it came from a fabricated reality. All of her life she has been chasing the idea of love. She loved the idea of somebody completing her. She loved the idea of somebody instinctively knowing her thoughts and how she felt. The culture of romanticism had consumed all of her being. She was impractical living in a world where she chased novelty after novelty. She had a low self-esteem and confidence. Maybe, it was because she had been hurt before. Maybe, it hurt her to the core that it dismantled her self-worth and identity. Maybe this is delicate and sensitive. It could be me, something about my childhood and how I was raised. It could be that I had a narcissistic mother who never gave me much attention and that I am scared of being abandoned and so I do it to others before they do it to me. Maybe I am a written-off vehicle, completely wrecked and damaged. Still, I had to answer or run the risk of dead air taking over. I responded “I love you squared.” It sounded vague and contained possibilities. It sounded like an illusion. It hinted at loving you more but meant nothing like that. It was an exceptional counter-attacking move, one with precision and amazing creativity. The answer had to be great too, if I had any chance of being between her thighs. See, it was a mission of mine, a dream – her thighs were like a gateway to heaven, to paradise. I felt like a jackhammer anticipating to be used. A bomb on countdown awaiting to explode, figuratively and literally in her. Her body excited my middleman and love had nothing to do with it. What I felt was merely physical. A longing to express my desires on her. She represented an object to gratify my sexual urges. Besides being an object, she meant nothing to me. I resent the fact that she would tell me that she loves me when I was trying to climb, to be the best. I am young, black, gifted and amazing and she is trying to cling on to me, to lay claim and preserve like vegetables in the refrigerator. I am not a possession, I am not a vegetable in someone’s refrigerator – I belong to the world and any woman who inquires. Am I a bad person? Sure, but she’s the hypocrite and the liar, camouflaging herself to the exterior of love when she doesn’t know my intrinsic value. How can you claim to love someone you barely know? This is just the duality of life, the realization that we mean different things to different people. The realization that we are a coin toss and fittingly, theres a third side to a coin, the side that gives the coin its duality. She is wrong for loving me so abruptly. After all, would she love me if the word “love” didn’t exist? Highly unlikely, she would have requested a signature to my death warrant. So yes, sure I am an exceptional human being. At least she knows what I want. There’s a big bullseye sign between her legs and I want to be the nail that gets hammered in repeatedly. I wish to penetrate through the curtains of life. I am interested in the energy force that propelled humanity forward in our long ancestry line. Her personality is of little relevance to me; I am only interested in what is between her thighs. Personality depends upon the environment and culture, it is not reliable to be considered as critera. I wish she could detach from her body, it would be ideal. But since that’s an impossibility, I have to be patient with her. By professing her love to me, in my hands I have her vanity and ego; I can make her do anything that I want. She is eager to impress. While I don’t consider her a serious project, I do see her as an adequate mistress, somebody there when called upon to gratify my urges. Alternatively, we could fuck just one more time then she’ll be somebody that I used to know. But why limit yourself?
A man who has money is beauty for women just like how men look for beauty in women. Granted you wouldn’t marry a woman for her beauty but it sure helps. Money is attractive, money is intoxicating, it has the promise of fulfilling all your dreams. Visions of not having to struggle anymore, gracing balls wearing designer clothes burdened with sparkling diamonds that hang on your neck and wrists, driven in luxury and escorted by royalty. Which girl wouldn’t want to be Cinderella for a lifetime? This time the magic doesn’t dissipate, the clock keeps ticking, the fairy godmother on speed dial and the glass shoes keep on multiplying. Living in Mansions, walking on marble, oversighted by crystal chandeliers, swimming in heated pools and served by foreign butlers. There enters the Gold digger, the manifestation of every man’s fantasy. She represents a tunnel in the repressed subconscious mind. She fulfills you in every way you desire. She subjegates herself to you, granting you power. She soothes and fills what’s lacking in your life. She is your escape in a world were routine triumphs. She is exciting, new and forbidden, uses her body to make you yield into the temptation of her bosom. You can squeeze if you want to, that’s the whole point. She’s yours for a price. The esteem and prestige of being your wife, but no prenups. Also, she wants to be included in your will, a stake in the inheritance fund and half of everything you own and oh, she’ll get it all. Her cunning intelligence guarantees it. You are her gold mine and she’s not letting go. Unlike the typical woman who operates with the right hemisphere of her brain, she is a blend of both hemispheres, she is both feminine and masculine. She is not just a woman whose emotional and acts on her feelings, she thinks, she plans, uses reason and logic, she has drive, she is ambitious! You are the route to her Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags, bespoke designer clothes, red bottoms heels and summer vacations in Monaco.
It was difficult to defend against the Blitzkrieg attack because it enveloped the enemy and crushed it with great speed. It gave you no time to think, no space to move, you were crushed by the weight of the attack. The perfect gold digger is akin to a blitzkrieg attack. You’ll never see it coming, she will crush you and dispose of you faster than the speed of light. Great gold diggers will seduce you, play to the repressed qualities of your being, ascentuate their body features, lower the pitch of their voices, play the demsel in distress, regress to a childlike persona, dominate through passivity to sink their claws in, marry you for your money and then divorce you. They are the definition of deception and smokescreens, they disappear like an illusion, like a dream, like it never happened. After you it’s on to the next one. You have to admire gold diggers because they are ambitious, they are driven, they have will, they want a good life and you are a means to an end. Gold diggers have balls, what makes them great is their ability to tap into their masculine sides while maintaining their femininity. That ambition will get you everything in life. I would love to be a Hugh Hefner, a magnet for gold diggers. To be surrounded by young, hot, beautiful women and have the relationships be platonic and transactional, using my pool and walking around the house in nothing but their birthday suits, oh Hugh cracked the code, the Playboy Mansion is heaven!
Once upon a time a man named Sean fell in love with a girl named Lerato. It was love at first sight, he fell instantly in love with Lerato. She was pretty, kindhearted, witty and intelligent. Sean knew that Lerato was the one. Lerato was perfect and well, Sean wasn’t much of a hit with the ladies. Lerato was indifferent to Sean. She found him arrogant for some reason. She had no interest in Sean whatsoever. Besides, she was already taken. This was doomed from the start. This did not deter Sean and he proceeded on wooing Lerato’s father. Realistically, this was his best shot. Lerato’s father liked Sean, he was smart, sensible and knew a lot about Business and the Stock Market. He and Sean would have wonderful conversations about business that lasted an eternity. Lerato got accustomed to seeing Sean around. Things started changing inside of her. She grew fonder. Lerato’s dad wasn’t a fan of her daughters partner and that worked well in Sean’s favor. As fate would have it, Sean would go on to marry Lerato and together they have three wonderful children.
I love that indirect approach. Go after the girl’s father – have a strategy and be patient. Be consistent and persistent. All of life is a game, choose avenues that give you consistent payoffs. A point everyday is better than 3 points sometimes. Strive for incremental value. Volitility is dangerous because it is not measured and the risks can take you out of the game. Keep moving, collect your point, take small bites, in the end you will win the game; it’s a certainty, things compound overtime. Have a holistic and elevated perspective. It doesn’t really matter what the other guy does, if your plan is better and rooted in reality, you will win. This is true genius.
Senses are an amazing thing for a human being. They color in the world, give it textures and sensations, they give it ordour and imagination. Senses make the world real. Imagine if we couldn’t touch, taste, smell, hear and see. What would our world be like? The world is a beautiful feeling process and then we die. Everything is governed by our emotions, they dictate our course of life. I have this girl who nearly short circuited my mind. Feel good chemicals like dopamine and serotonin were induced in a radical way. Adrenaline spiked up, I could feel my blood transmitting in the body and in no time I was errect like the Effel tower. My emotions were hijacked by what I saw and heard on my screen. It was euphoric and I couldn’t think straight. I was blinded and deaf to everything besides my phone. She captivated me and held my attention like a new born baby but she could drop it, it wasn’t about morality she was just a tease, a tease who made me contemplate about all the things I wanted to do to her. Some of these things weren’t ethical but that was her plan, to make me crazy and out of bound with reality. She hypnotized me like Charcot with her movements. They were slow and gradual like premeditated murder. She left everything to the imagination, undressing one item at a time. I was locked in a trance of her swaying body that swinged like a pendulum, completely sugestable like a MK Ultra patient. I was a blank screen attuned to her like a satellite and I could see her crystal clear as she stood next to the camera completely nude and exposed. She started touching herself, it was slow and rhythmic. She touched her boobs that were so rich in details in a circular motion and squeezed moaning like a detained prisoner. She was sexy and it was a show for me. She gave me goosebumps. She went downtown and began exploring like a voyager. She located the most sensitive arsenal in her body, the clit which has over eight thousand nerve endings, it was a button that could make her erupt like a volcano. And so she pressed multiple times and stimulated it, she got hot between her thighs and started calling out my name repeatedly. Damn! I went crazy, I exploded like Hiroshima! The sight of her and her voice calling out my name, moaning and groaning initiated a change in my physiology. My eyes popped out of my eye sockets and my ears were like satellites. My attention to my phone was akin to a neurosurgeon. My palms became sweaty and my existence was heightened. I was alive, horny and present. It was torture because I was on the other side of the world watching like a bystander on the street. Even with a loaded pistol I couldn’t do anything. All I wanted to do was to have her in my arms, to please her, to reunite her with the God’s but it was all in vain. Reality hit me like a sniper on the roof and my excitement was dead like JFK. Consciousness took control and I willed myself to close the video she had sent me. Although I watched 97% of it. The blood in my body started getting cold and my cock went flaccid. I scrolled down all the nudes she sent me, it was a sad reality.
Don’t tell me about bitches my nigga. Tell me about teams and what we are building. Tell me about impossible dreams that we are going to conquer! We are men, let’s look ahead. Enough with being shortsighted. Not that I don’t want bitches because I do but not now. Now we must create and build one another. Now we must excell and get this money. Bitches are a byproduct of success my nigga. Pussy is pussy, it’s all pink on the inside. Let’s work to be immortal! Being old and poor is not attractive my nigga. A man can’t afford to be careless. Insecurities and fear one side let’s work to cement our legacies. Let’s work to give our families a brighter future. Let’s come together and discuss ideas. Let’s build one another. No more bringing another man down and tarnishing his name when his not looking – that’s a bitch move! No more bad mouthing our brothers. Let’s be heroes of our own lives. No excuses, let’s be accountable for lives. Let’s strive for riches and build wealth! Don’t tell me you’re in love my nigga, save that bitch for later. It’s about you now, your future, your destiny!
I could be Hitler. I just can’t help but to connect with him. I think Reading “Mein Kampf” has turned me into a Nazi, I partly agree with his observations and I like some of his ideas. He was idealistic and big picture oriented. The Halocaust was horrible and nothing like that should ever happen again but the Jews do control all the banks, major media companies and just about everything else. Yes, he is biased and hateful but his comments were not slanderous, instead they reflected reality – still do. Does that justify the Halocaust? No, but I understand. Granted if I were born in that era, I wouldn’t have a chance because I would be a “Negro” or “Kafir” to use his term and I would be cast in the same box as the Jew if not lower but what if I were a pure Aryan German? What if I were favored by Hitler and natural selection? What if I were chosen by the Fatherland? What if I were worthy? I imagine it would validate my whole existence.
Chances are I would have been a Nazi, I would have done it for Hitler, he had a magnetic personality and he was charismatic. He was supremely intelligent, passionate, creative and he had a lot of enthusiasm. The story of the growth of the party is amazing, how meticulous he was with the planning, the red color of the posters, the Swastika, the flags, the showmanship, holding meetings at night to lower resistance, deliberate flooding of the streets with blood red posters, the propaganda campaigns and getting the best speakers for the program. He started speaking to a crowd of less than 20 people and through relentless campaigning and hard work moved to venues that could accommodate thousands of people. It wasn’t like the party had ample capital, the party had no financial backing whatsoever, all the money for the posters came from the ticket sales they charged for the entrance. Hitlers magnetic personality attracted people to his ideas, he had a magnificent talent in public speaking and was the head of propaganda for his party. He saw things in colors, symbols, words, visuals and sound. He was sensitive and intuitive. He possessed great taste in all things culture. He was a great leader. I can’t help but to be drawn to Hitler, even before I read the book I was intrigued by him because I’ve always appreciated those creative qualities. I see myself in his ideas and so I can’t rule out genocide. So maybe I am a bad person. I also have evil intentions. I also want world domination and my driving motivation is to be the best. Through that motivation lines might be blurred and I might end up serving my ego leading to narcissistic tendencies. I might be insecure and want to assert my will on a unsuspecting host. I might instigate violence to further my course. I might engage in malevolent acts to prove a point. I don’t think I am better than Hitler, I could be Hitler – everything he possessed, I possess.
So maybe reading “Mein Kampf” is not such a good idea, it might turn you into a Nazi and you don’t want that! Nazis are ostracized by society. Still, I could be Hitler.
Reading Mein Kampf and thinking “Adolf Hitler was not such a bad guy”, because now I hear his voice and his narrative. His interesting. Fine he is petty, small, hateful and has a distain for the Jews. I admit the hate propagated against the Jew is extraordinary. Still I understand. I am not making an excuse for what the Nazis did, the Halocaust was horrible! It is by far the greatest crime to humanity. But I could be Adolf Hitler, I am not better than Adolf Hitler. What if I was born into that time and surrounded by that culture. What if War was a reality and death around the corner? What if I served for my country and watched us sacumb on the final hurdle? What if we were humiliated by the allies and our comrades died for nothing? What if death and freedom weren’t intellectual concepts? I connect with Hitlers speech and tone throughout the first volume, he has a enthusiasm that is boundless and a attitude that is energetic. He is hopeful throughout the struggles, poverty, hunger, troubles, pains and uncertainty of the future, it is like he is chasing destiny. He is driven, he is passionate. He doesn’t have a victim-mentality. He is the change he wants to see. In his eyes, he serves something that is bigger than him – God. This makes him strong and durable, it makes him unstoppable! In the first War he gets blinded by tear gas and asks God to restore his eyesight so he can continue serving his will. When his eyesight is restored, he takes that as a sign, maybe he is the one. Let’s not forget that he served on the first guard, witnessing his fellow comrades die was the norm, he enlisted with a lot of men who never lived to tell their story. He escaped bullets and death daily fighting for his love – the Fatherland, you cannot deny his love for Germany.
I could be Hitler, he was open-minded, artistic and creative. The Swastika was his idea, the graphics, the color, what it mean’t and what it stood for. He loved art and he was a painter. Architecture was his passion and he had a talent in public speaking. Everything about that connects to me, I feel it, I understand, I am all of that! I could be Hitler, I want power, I want to be worshipped, I want control, I want to dominate people’s will, it would validate my existence and make me feel good. I know I am narcissistic, name one person who isn’t. The content he has brought in the world by being Adolf Hitler is amazing, his life was meaningful. History is fed with Hitler stories and all the lessons, history will forever remember Adolf Hitler. Adolf Hitler was all of humanity’s shadow manifested on a grand stage with high stakes. He was right, he was the chosen one and God’s hand was active. Even the malevolence, death and destruction was a part of the grand plan for humanity like Noah with his ark. Hitler is Jesus with flawed morality and deadly biases. Still, I could be Hitler, I have a lot of ideas on how we can create the perfect German whose athletic and has blue eyes. I have ideas on how we can create the perfect propaganda campaign and my Gas Chambers would fit in more Jews. I too could easily put to sleep permanently the disabled – they serve no utility to Germany. Germany loves Hitler, they are proud of him to this day, he is their icon like Nelson Mandela, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. I could be Hitler, I am not pure. I am dangerous, unpredictable and have what it takes to kill in cold blood. I can distance myself from situations and so genocide wouldn’t give me sleepless nights. I am a human being and I am heavily flawed, I am grandiose, egotistical, repressed, I don’t trust easily, I get jealous, I get insecure, I feel hate and anger – who knows what might happen?
Negotiating with niggas don’t work, sometimes you gotta take what you want by force. If you swelling up nigga then we can combat, let’s go! Being nice with niggas don’t work, sometimes you gotta invade their privacy and haunt their subconscious minds. By being a recurring nightmare that’s how you get their attention. Showing compassion to niggas don’t work, they’ll think you weak and will take advantage of your kindness. They take you for granted, that’s why sometimes you gotta rearrange faces and deliver that punt kick. Complimenting and showing love to niggas don’t work, you supplying the ego and fuelling their narcissistic tendencies, that’s why sometimes you gotta deliver that low-blow to cut them down to size. Sometimes you gotta start a war and crush a nigga. Finish the job, no second chances, no apologies, pull the trigger aiming for that headshot. Don’t show compassion, the time for talking and politics is over, it’s all about casualties, missiles, bullets and bombed up infrastructure. Sometimes you gotta be a terrorist to prove a point. I don’t mind being the bad guy, the world needs a Vladimir Putin. Are you going to retreat or die for what you believe in? Don’t show your teeth to niggas, that’s a sign of submission, a mean mug works best. Going the extra mile for a nigga is pure stupidity, if you want loyalty get a dog. My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas.
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