Death

Las Verdaderas Amenazas Para Los Estadounidenses

Los Estados Unidos de América llevan varios años en guerra debido a las vidas que se perdieron en los ataques del nueve once. Pero, será el terrorismo la peor amenaza para los ciudadanos americanos?

Suicide Note

Immediately, I felt that I should clutch these words with mighty force and don't let them go...

I read the following quotation on Wikiquote, a sister project to WikipediA. It is from renowned science fiction writer, Ray Bradbury:

"You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you."

You see, lately, writing the blog has been an escape from reality. I yearn for it. I strive, weakly I admit, to make that next post better. That other one more insightful. All the while I feel and fear reality catching up. I can hear it crashing, trashing and gnawing behind my back. One day... One day it will get me at last.

I take refuge in the one passion I dared not give in to. I am writing.

And if no one reads me? Who cares? Nor if anyone replies with injuries or treats? That's fine! Because the words have left me. They have been born into the cyberspace where the likes of Google will harvest it for centuries and those that look for me will certainly find my thoughts.

The information soldier knows there are no happy endings...


Note: This post's original title was Passion. But after reading it, it seemed to me like I was writing my suicide note. I would never have even imagined myself in such a position before. And I figure that this is the only suicide note I will write. So I thought it would be cool to change the title to it's present state. My apologies to anyone out there who has had a close relationship fall victim to suicide. I would never be my intention to be disrespectful to you or yours.

The Corpse of Union Street

Forget. Forget Katrina. Forget about Bush. Forget his inaction. Forget that the world's most powerful and wealthy nation could not provide for their own countrymen when they needed it the most.

Read. Read an article. Read about the Corpse of Union Street. Read something that seems to be lifted straight out of a Stephen King novel. Read about the ghastly ambiance which permeates this new New Orleans.

Remember. Remember a rotting corpse. Remember a victim of it's own country. Remember always, that it is the corpse of what was once a black man.

Now try to forget that Bush is white...

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