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Someone "from Africa" (a continent with dozens of nations) visited California (a single state), and said on youtube that "America" (the USA? North America? The whole hemisphere?) has a worse homeless problem than "Africa" (an entire continent). Thanks for sharing.
admit it that the words I used to run in my head as logic and reason , is madness.
there is religion and communist in this world. I shouldn't make strange noise to these men that speak the words. to impregnate wholesome of human language with a machine that produce human, is madness.
I have been sleeping on the same bed with homicidal criminal, they have been more reasonable humans than me. what do I want to write about? to whom? in this world, pain and misery is the universal language, what words could I use, to make more sense of things than pain and misery, if I can, then that's madness. because the only reason humanity survived this far, is because humanity hear the warning from pain and misery.
am I trying to convince myself into writing towards another politician? by making comparison between murdering someone and write to a politician? these politician are really nice people, post ww2 they developed a system to doctrine humanity,and new approach towards humanity's old problem, me being here, writing my way to have a child, is nothing surprising to them.
the problem is my hunger and emptiness haunts myself. the great gap haunts me.
snowflake writing under a tough guy act. sometimes I really need to shut up. something.
I may have had logic once, what I have been put on display is the aftermath of my used to be words and logic. what they did to me back then, the situation that followed with it.
how come..?
they're aware of this so it constitutes corporate negligence, and can be prosecuted as such.
then the overall us court system will have its legitimacy score dinged down when they squelch the case.
the vague framework is correct, ie things like only survivors of the pangaean nuke and the broad strokes outlines.
the details are mostly incorrect, but still clearly referencing what actually happened.
yakub was one of max's sons born with a big head, and while they were empathetic enough to get mad at max for his eugenics program they couldn't not make fun of yakub either. calling him 'yakulb' because of his big head. like an onion bulb. so when they deposed maximus the grand, ($$100grand$$) made themselves petty tyrants literally instantly, and kept making fun of him, he started his own empire and killed them all. babylon grew out of this. it's theorized max's favoritism and teachings towards yakulb, as an outcast in his eugenecist sex cult, is what ultimate enabled him to re-usurp power. he knew how to create loyalty, and they didn't. also had style, took on the 'yakulb' persona as a sort of megamind, etc. he owned himself.
the rest is a vague description of how yakulb worked, but again halfway between ...oh ♥♥♥♥ this is jacob and ham in the tent again. anyway, it's clearly a hybrid of yakulb's brother's' and sisters' proapganda and the actual narrative.
iirc max killed yakulb in the process of taking the empire down, which the intelligence network of slave ninjas I helped make in the capital slave-pits (as the local overseer/teacher, being raised and trained thoroughly by one of the best slave tribes of all time (basically the unsullied, but without the castration except for a certain class of people so good they shouldn't waste time with kids and instead teach teach teach, plus they can still have sex castrated so it saves them some time,)
although from my perspective I just made this network in the cells and got anticlimax'd by it resolving itself without me. although one of my pupils did literally come down to bail me out, so. that was nice.
he built his fortress around the last remaining oil refinery and ak factory, and he couldn't do ♥♥♥♥ to reproduce them. nor build a technical class of peopel whom could, or would, without engendering a rival to his rule. still a primitive in a godsuit ultimately, in his own words. he'd 'built nothing, only stolen from others.' simplest way to attack was to blow the refinery apparently, which I guess my students had a hand in enacting and would not have had the willpower to hoist the keg (and themselves, rip) if not for my efforts.
also a war mostly fought with quarterstaves, rocks, and bows, against an actual ak-wielding force with heavy armor and high explosives. apocalypse now got that inerringly right. the yakulb reference is interesting, as apparently yakulb had come to feel he wasn't fit to rule and needed to code geass zero himself to undo it all and let people figure things out for themselves.
blah blah blah blah blah bah im old blah blah blah blah