A Poem

Why can't my dreams come true, why can't my wants be?
I wake up in the morn' hoping I am more, but all I am is me.

Suggestion box

I've had an itch to write something here on my blog, but I cannot for the life of me find a topic that I feel strong enough about to write, at least, nothing thats unoffensive. So, if anyone has any suggestions for topics then please leave them in the comment section and I might, just maybe, will write on one of them, or all of them, or something. I might just make a total fool of myself but at least I would satisfy my urge to write.

Fear the Penguin!

Creativity is a good thing, right? Regardless, here is the manifestation of my creativity. It started out with a Penguin, and then everything else just fell into place. Why? Because Penguins are cool. Duh!

The Progression of Life

It is a strange experience the first time one is invited to a wedding as an individual and not as a member of a family of invitees or just another member of the family at a family wedding. It gives the individual a feeling of self-worth, that they as an individual is valued enough to be invited the grand event that is a wedding. To me, it gives me a feeling of stepping up in life, almost as if being promoted to a higher position in the progression of life. To not be limited by my family or my parents, to be able to accept a wedding invitation and say "I'll be there" without having to ask for permission first. It is, in every way, a step into adulthood and all that comes with it. I find the idea quite freeing and it fills me with a sensation of progress.

I have not often felt like an adult, but rather as an elderly child with benefits. So this new sensation is just that, new. It begs the question of when do children become adults? Is it a simple matter of age? Does a child once he has reached an age become an adult, and if so what age? As a child growing up I always saw eighteen years of age as the mark at which adulthood begins, when childhood innocence is left behind and replaced with the eyes of the world. Instead, at eighteen I found myself doubting in this as I found myself feeling more a child still than an adult. Rather then, does a child become an adult once they reach a level of maturity instead? This is perhaps how the world views adulthood, what with it's increasingly high number of "kidults", the many adults who, while looking like adults, act more like children. If maturity counted then children as young as twelve could be consider adults. I have met many young individual who boasted far more maturity than I have ever had, but for the sake of their age and size, they would never be considered adults by it. Thus we come to an impasse. What is left to judge adulthood by? Personal experience? Facial hair? Wrinkles?

I think it comes down more vitally to how a person if viewed and treated. If a young person is treated as an adult than he would likely respond as an adult. Treat the same young person as a child and they will likely act the part. It is entirely possible for the young person to step above this lowered bar of childishness that has been presented to them and soar to the level of adulthood by impressing those who can already call themselves "adults" with ease of mind. But so few take the initiative or strive to do hard things. Instead, most are willing to accept the lowered bar and coast through life instead. These are the "kidults", men and women who while ever ripening in years remain at that bar that has been presented to them.

And this bar is, admittedly, at ground level.

I personally believe that adulthood should be something perhaps not gained at the ideal age of eighteen, but rather thrust upon the shoulders of the youths. Even if their actions are not "adultish" they would still have a title to live up to and be held accountable to. To give them room to breath and a space to grow into. If if give them a high expectation it is possible that they might just meet it or come close rather then giving them a low expectation and being satisfied when they meet it perfectly. When I see a person who is eighteen or older, I think of them as an adult, and as an adult they should be able to do adult things, like paying their rent, taxes, car payments, and scheduling their own life, managing their transportation, and ultimately working a job to make all the above possible to begin with. When I see an adult young person who does not, or cannot, do any of those I see a great travesty and a perfect example of youths meeting the level expected of them.

Am I an adult? Am I worthy of the title? Do I soar above the bar or do I sink below the floor? These are questions we should all ask ourselves. I ask myself them daily, and sometimes I am shocked at the obvious answers. Sometimes we have to fight for change, to rise above what is expected and "do hard things" as the Harris twins, Bret and Alex, so adamantly proclaim.

Random Quote of the Day

"Murder is always a mistake. One should never do anything that one cannot talk about after dinner." - Oscar Wilde

Photoshop Magic #2

I'm really not sure how many people actually view my blog. At the beginning the amount of hits I received attested to more, but now its getting quite empty in here, especially since there are only about two or three people, of however many that actual read my blog, that comment. That is Ashley, Josh, and my mum, but my mum doesn't really count because she's my mum and mothers are supposed to do that sort of thing. So, the moral of this story is to leave comments, because it makes me happy.

So, anyways, I have another photoshop project I finished tonight, an image of my brother and his bandmates. The original is just a black and white image so I added some color and a lot of other cool stuff and I think I might have gone a little over the top, but hey, its like there are any critics around here so I'm free to display without being noob cannoned. For those of you who have not seen the original image, it can be found here

Hopefully I'll get around to writing something sometime soon, something snarky per usual. But until then, you'll just have to try and enjoy my pictures thingies. Cheers!

The edited version of the finished work, with the soda bottle removed, can be found here

Photoshop Magic #1

I was incredibly bored at 2am so I took a picture of myself to show what I look like at 2am, just in case anyone ever wondered. As you can see, I was listening to music. I liked the picture a lot so I ran it through photoshop and tweaked it out and added text. This is the end work of about a half-hour of work, the majority of which was spend putting the words together. The actual image tweaking took a matter of minutes. Text always stumps me. The image is small, but I did it that way because it makes it easier to tweak with less time spent waiting for renders to load. But all this photoshop talk is probably going right over your head so just enjoy the image for what it is.

And now it is 3am and I am off to bed.

The World We Live In

Stereotypes. Our world is run by stereotypes. Webster describes a "stereotype" as 1. something conforming to a fixed or general pattern; especially : a standardized mental picture that is held in common by members of a group and that represents an oversimplified opinion, prejudiced attitude, or uncritical judgment. In short a mold. A mold that people use to describe themselves and others. Stereotypes rule this day and age, where everything has to belong to a group, where nothing can go uncategorized, and everything must conform to their specific mold. It does not matter what your stereotype is, regardless you are expected to conform to its most simplified form in the least, a specific state of being that is set in stone but subject to change with the next generation. A foundation for a specific existence that is subject to change? This is stereotypings greatest downfall. How can it be a mold when the mold itself is constantly being broken and reimagined. This stereotype today could be that completely different stereotype tomorrow. All they share is a name and a general idea, but how they exist today and tomorrow can be two complete different things.

And how do we live in a world like this? Do we follow the crowd or do we refuse entry? It does not really matter what your decision is. You can, like me, believe that you do not live by stereotypes, but regardless you are going to use them at some point in your life, even if for something as simple as a name to staple to a group of people so that you can easily refer to them in a conversation. I find myself falling to this. I see a group of youngsters dressed in dark clothing and looking generally downcast and I am going to think "Oh, look. A group of emos." There. I used a stereotype. The trick is to use stereotypes in a friendly way, but to not let them make the individual. I look at an self-declared "emo" and I do not see an emo, I see a kid who follows the stereotype. I do not judge him on his appearance or the stereotype grouping he has allied himself to. Individual ideals and concerns, morals and prejudices should always be considered first. If you look at a person and judge them according to the grouping or stereotype they appear to follow then you have just killed that individual in your mind. His individualism has been destroyed in your mind's eye by your tasteless use of pop culture stereotypes. You monster!

That's right. Shame, shame.

But, unfortunately, we all end up in some category or another. Whether just a little or a lot. To commit yourself to one of these social groups is, in my opinion, to limit yourself and your potential as an individual. What a sick world this would be if we were all the same, and within the world of a social group you are, in fact, all the same. For the goth you look to your right and you see a kid wearing black clothing with black makeup covering a powdered, pale exterior. You look to your left and you see another of the same, and so is the same for the goth in front of you and the one behind you, at each corner and stretching out into infinity. The mold and the cookie cutter, where no individualism can thrive, because it is shackled down by conformity.

Stereotypes, social groups. The form of your conform.

And here I am, writing a blog entry on stereotypes when I am, in fact, flamboyantly using stereotypes in order to create this object of abstract literacy. It just proves my sticking point; we all do it. There is no way around it, and I find it creating an increasingly unpleasant world around me when we follow preconceived ideas instead of construction our own. Oh the humanity of it all, or lack thereof.

Apologies of sorts

It was never my intention to tread upon toe, not with my previous post anyways. What has come off as rude, dishonoring, and sacrilegious was intended to humor and, as is evident by the negative responses to my attempt at backward humor, did not hit the target I had intended and, instead, has angered some, saddened others, and generally upset the masses. No, I am not a member of some cult that believes that Jesus raises from the dead every easter. This was not the message I was trying to convey. I was just pointing out the fact that Jesus was raised from the dead, and therefore by modern standards would classify him as a "zombie", thus it would be happy zombie Jesus day. I am afraid it was more of an inside joke familiar to those who have seen the joke played about on the internet, or simply have a zany sense of humor and could accept it as a joke and not a serious statement. I apologize to those I have offended, as offense was not my intent in this circumstance.

It's that time of the year again...

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!

The Journey: Glimpses Unyielding

Backwards, forwards, up and down. Left or right? Through or over? Which way do we go now? Better check who's giving directions, the map, the road. Who's in the seat next to you? Who's in the seats behind you? Who's handling the toons, who's handling the map, who's hanging their head out the window with their mouth open in dog-like fashion? And while your at it, check what your riding in. Is it the right color, is it the right model, is it the correct gas mileage and engine type? Are the wheels bald, is the paint peeling, are there rust spots on the hood? Is your tank low?

Because how you get there is as important as the destination. Not just the journey, but the shape that you travel in, the form of your conform, how you prepared, how you reacted along the way, and, ultimately, the shape you hold upon arrival.

But now I am going to go to bed, because I have absolutely no idea what I've just written and my head hurts reading it.

Literacy Work #2

"Anger"
a poem by Geoffrey A. Davenport

Burning brightly, senses flaming
Scorching hotly, curses sending
Brimstone words, volcanic actions
Bloody swords, broken stanchions.
Life blurs, wrong turns
Brain decays, reality burns.
Frustrating, degrading
Life degenerating.
Never ending, ever slaving
Finger pointing, always blaming.
The forever danger... this helpless anger.

Literacy Work #1

The Forgotten Man of Psychiatry
by Geoffrey A. Davenport

Ever heard of Antisocial Personality Disorder? No, probably not. You cannot be blamed. In a world dominated by mental disorders such as Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), Down Syndrome, and Alzheimer's it is not likely for you to hear of the very misunderstood and widely unknown Antisocial Personality Disorder (APD). Most doctors and psychologists today have not the simplest inkling as to what APD is. Rather, their minds are filled with media propaganda and untrue and untried theories as to the origins of APD. Widely misunderstood and filled with unsound theories, makes APD one of the most virtually unknown mental disorders. Although not an incredibly common mental disorder, it is still an extremely destructive disorder, both to the victim and those around the victim. Studies show that most serial killers have this mental disorder. Doctors and psychologists should be informed of this disorder so that the proper treatment can be given to the victims before the disorder escalates to the dangerous levels. The nature of this paper is to inform you of the causes of APD, the symptoms, and the treatments available for it.

What are the causes of Antisocial Personality Disorder? There are many theories circumnavigating the medical arena, but most are based on few facts and little evidence. Some doctors believe that APD is caused by abnormalities in the development of the nervous system, but such abnormalities are more likely to spawn learning disorders then Antisocial Personality Disorder. Other doctors theorize that smoking while pregnant may cause the child in the womb risk developing antisocial behavior, thus suggesting that the smoking would bring down the oxygen levels of the child and cause subtle brain damage while in the womb. Further theories yet depict that any abnormal brain function could lead to the development of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Such abnormal brain functions could include overproduction of the neurotransmitter serotonin, which is linked with impulsive and aggressive behavior. A popular theory, which is often applied to any and all abnormal brain activity, is the act of shaking or physically abusing an infant child. This is because such trauma can result in brain injury in the form of disrupting normal development patterns of the brain. Such trauma could also trigger the release of hormones and other brain chemicals which could alter the pattern of normal development, and thus APD may develop. In the end, however, these are are only theories, lacking concrete facts and evidence to prove their truth or worth.

True discoveries as to the cause of Antisocial Personality Disorder rests in the realm of the environment. A child that grows up in a dysfunctional family setting, especially one filled with abuse and lack of proper parent figures, can cause a child to develop APD as he ages, and I say "he" because APD is prominently found in men and is almost non-existent in women. In the case of foster care and adoption a child is just as likely to develop APD as in a dysfunctional family setting, as being deprived of the emotional bond of parents and family can damage the child's ability to form intimate and trusting relationships, the first step of Antisocial Personality Disorder. This lack of emotional bonding extends to not only other children, but to adult and authority figures as well, which leads to another of the main symptoms of APD: The disregard for authority. Studies show that children developing antisocial behavior choose other such children as playmates, outcast by other social groups they bond with one another. These relationships can encourage and reward aggression and other antisocial behavior. These associations may lead to gang membership in the later years of life. A child who grows up in a disturbed home may enter the adult world emotionally injured. Without forming strong bonds, he is self-absorbed and indifferent to others. Often the causes of APD are forgotten as the symptoms themselves are difficult enough to deal with.

The symptoms for Antisocial Personality Disorder are both numerous in quantity and crippling in nature. Most symptoms for APD do not manifest until the late teens to early twenties, but there are some signs of early antisocial development. The McDonald Triad: bed wetting, cruelty to animals, and pyromania, are the early signs most commonly associated with antisocial behavior in children. Not all children showing those early signs will develop APD, but the chances are very high. These early signs, however, are commonly misunderstood and diagnosed as early signs of either conduct disorder or oppositional defiant disorder. Thus a child developing antisocial behavior can be lost in the medication and therapy sessions of a disorder they do not possess. Things will only get worse for that child as he or she ages, as antisocial behavior spikes between the ages of twenty and thirty. Although there is no method of snipping APD "in the bud", a child early diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder has a higher chance of succeeding later in life. If caught at that early age that child may be able to undergo therapy, medication, and in some cases incarceration, that will help them get over and beyond the effects of their crippling disorder. It is a great pity that most people with antisocial personality disorder never discover they have it until the dangerous and life crippling symptoms manifest.

First the child will develop a callous unconcern for the feelings of others, becoming indifferent and outcast among children his or her own age. He will become capable of injuring others, both physically and emotionally, without knowing it or feeling guilty for it. Next, he will develop a gross disregard for social norms, rules, and obligations. Appointments, obligations, rules, codes of conduct, and the very law of the country all but forgotten and ignored. The incapacity to maintain relationships with others is one of the main symptoms of APD, and causes the antisocial individual to become incapable of maintaining any form of long-term relationship, although he will have little trouble starting relationships. A low tolerance to frustration causes the individual to become easily moved to anger, aggression, and violence, making him a threat to society at large. Perhaps one of the most crippling symptoms of APD is the incapacity to experience guilt that most antisocial people develop. This problem can escalate to the point that individual cannot even benefit from experience, never learning from their mistakes and becoming immune to punishment. Those suffering from APD are also likely to blame others for their faults or, failing that, to offer plausible rationalizations to cover themselves, and these rationalizations are usually wild, far fetched, and unbelievable. Many other smaller symptoms exist with in the realm of APD, but those listed above are the most common and most dangerous symptoms associated with Antisocial Personality Disorder. Treatments exist to aid in overcoming the problems and issues of Antisocial Personality Disorder.

Many methods of dealing with Antosocial Personality Disorder exist, but not one true cure exists. Most antisocials go their whole lives without treatment, as they have the inability to see that they have a problem. Some antisocials will go in for treatment for other mental problem, such as alcohol or drug abuse, but even then they do not believe the diagnosis and deny their symptoms. The only way to get most antisocials to accept treatment is for the courts to force them to, usually on pain of imprisonment if they do not undergo treatment. Medications do exist that can help people with Antisocial Personality Disorder, such as carbamazepine, valproate, propranolol, buspirone, and trazodone, but all these medications do is suppress aggression, anger, and threatening behavior. They do not "fix" the problem, they only reduce the problems and calm the antisocial down, but at the risk of drug addiction. The most efficient medication for APD is lithium carbonate, which reduces anger, threatending behavior, and aggression, as well as reducing behaviors such as bullying, fighting, and emotional outbursts in antisocial and aggressive children. An anticonvulsant, phenytoin, has been shown to reduce impulsive aggression in a prison setting, but that does little to help anyone outside of the prison system. Antipsychotic medications have also been tested in a prison setting and have proven to reduce aggression, but with potential irreversible side effects. also, injections of medroxyprogesterone acetate, a synthetic hormone that reduces testosterone levels, has been used to treat and suppress antisocials with sexually aggressive behavior issues.

Medications are seldom the answer to anything. Although they can reduce and suppress, they do nothing to actually deal with the issues of APD and help the victims move on with their lives. Psychotherapy, on the other hand, has taken incredible steps towards aiding antisocials by helping them understand the nature and the consequences of their mental disorder, so that they may better control their behavior. Cognitive therapy, a form of psychotherapy first developed to help patients with depression, is now applied to APD. Therapists deal first with their patients by setting down guidelines, such as the level of the patients involvement, regular attendance, and active participation and the completion of any work issued for them while they are outside the office. A antisocial who cannot conform to those rules does not want to get better, and is likely just using the treatment plan as a means of staying out of jail, because an antisocial unwilling to get better won't get over his disorder, because of the mental nature of the disorder. In addition to psycho- and cognitive therapy, there exists addiction and family counseling courses that can prove greatly beneficial to someone suffering from Antisocial Personality Disorder. The base symptoms, such as substance abuse, make it difficult for a patient to get over APD, but once a lesser problem is fixed, such as substance abuse, it becomes easier to treat the antisocial behaviors. Likewise with marital problems, a patient can go in for marital and family counseling and mend the fracture between him and his family, and that healing can reduce stress and emotional trauma, a big step towards getting over, or rather around, APD. If they cannot be treated then prison always exists as a means of preventing an antisocial from hurting more people in their destructive spiral into oblivion.

Antisocial Personality Disorder, the great tragedy of the medical world; unknown, unclear, rejected, forgotten, and misunderstood. Methods swirl around through the minds of the intelligent, but can they even discover the true cause of antisocial behavior, or will they be stuck with simple theories such as "It's hereditary" or "It's the environment", but no real answer ever given? What hope can a victim of Antisocial Personality Disorder have when most doctors and psychologists will not recognize their symptoms and simply pin another handy mental or behavior disorder on them? What future do they have when no true cure exists and all the medical world gives them is suppressant drugs that destroy their bodies and therapy programs they would never take due to their problems? Studies into antisocial behavior need just as much support and funding as those for cancer, because although cancer is fatal, antisocial personality disorder not only destroys the victim, but also destroys the lives of those around them. Which is worse, the single bullet or the hand grenade?

"The forgotten man of psychiatry who probably causes more unhappiness and more perplexity to the public than all mental disordered patients combined." - Harvey Cleckley

Singles Awareness Day

Another Valentine's Day and come and gone, carrying with it the symbolic red hearts and tear inducing poems. And once again it has passed me by, leaving me standing here atop my hill feeling unphased and confused. The stem of my confusion if the point and purpose of Valentine's Day itself. The holiday itself originates, and receives it's name from, the death of a martyr by the name of Valentine, the death of which was recorded on the 14th of February. So, what may have started out as a day of remembrance somehow became warped to a day to celebrate one's affection's toward one another. While in North America and Europe this means one's affections toward the opposite gender, especially those that the individual is currently in a relationship with regardless of depth. In other places around the world, such as Mexico, the 14th of February is a day to show compassion toward fellow mankind and to thank those that have been friends to you, or so I have interpreted it.

While the show of affections toward others is a good thing, the purity of the holiday seems to have been waylaid somewhere down the road. People obsess over cards and candies, little paper hearts and handcrafted goodies. Still, all good, but, like the symbols of Christmas (The tree, star, angels, etc), the symbols of Valentine's have become just that. Nothing but symbols. Their meanings forgotten. People do the "Valentine's Day Thing" because it's now required by our society. I have not celebrated a Valentine's Day since I was a child, and there is no end to the persecution. It's just not allowed for a person to not celebrate this day of Love and the showing thereof. People wonder why I do not celebrate. First off, I really have never been into the holiday to begin with, and secondly, and most importantly, I am single. This means that I have no one to pamper with paper hearts and sobby poems. But they insist that I could give a Valentine to any female within my family. Sorry, but I believe that should I ever celebrate Valentine's Day, that I would do so for my spouse, and her alone. Giving a Valentine to your mother is fine for a child, their concept of love doesn't stretch much further then her anyways. But for a man such as myself to give his mother a Valentine? Seems to clash a bit, in my opinion.

But that is all selfish self-ramblings.

The real point I wish to make here is this: Valentine's Day is a pointless holiday adopted by Hallmark and twisted about to become one of the greatest holidays for card sales, seconded to Christmas alone. Candy was inserted into the mix, becoming another object with which to pamper one's soul mate, because there is no gift like the gift of getting you fat. Sorry, I had to throw that one in. I laughed myself senseless earlier today when it came up within a conversation with my mother. But the biggest question is this: why celebrate our love and affections once a year? If a person is in a relationship, especially if married, then shouldn't every day be Valentine's Day? Every day we should celebrate and show our affections for our chosen companion. Why wait for a single day when you can celebrate all year long?

Every day should be Valentine's Day.

"We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it." - John Lennon

I am my own worst enemy

"You know, it's not the world that was my oppressor, because what the world does to you, if the world does it to you long enough and effectively enough, you begin to do to yourself." - James Baldwin

Such a true statement is often unheard of within this so called "paradise" that we live in. Things were not so fluffy and happy, or pretended to be, back in his days, but James Baldwin was a man who never looked on the happy side of anything because he knew a complicated yet simple truth. Nothing is happy. Nearly everything in the world is derived from pain and suffering, if not yours then someone else's. Something as joyful as giving birth to a baby involves incredible pain, emotional and physical, for the mother, but in the end they may have a bundle of joy. For others, a child is a nothing but misery and a chance for disappointment, which it never should be. But dear author, you say, what about Love? Yes, there is even pain involved in love. You love someone, but they did not return your affections, or they burn you in the relationship you share together, or any number of things that can manifest. There is pain there, there is turmoil there, there is hopelessness and depression. They say love can heal all wounds, but this is a lie created in the happy, fluffy minds of the people who call our society a "paradise". There is pain in everything. To accomplish anything, someone must be pained in some way. Minor or major. There will be pain.

But now I am rambling.

The quote itself is a truth all in itself. While, when we begin life, the world is our enemy, with it's snide remarks and rebukes, it's way of tempting us and cursing us, to destroy us from the inside out, it is, in the end, ourselves that eventually pull us down. The world fills you with doubts, calls you no good, for example. You don't live up to the world's expectations. Parents, siblings, and friends all expect you to be something your not, and fill you with doubts about yourself when they rebuke what you have become. If they do it long enough and hard enough, eventually you will begin to torture yourself. No longer will it just be them telling you your no good, but you yourself will now be in the position to call yourself no good. How far we have fallen if our greatest rival is ourselves. But dear author, you say, we would never drive someone that far. You would offer "Constructive" criticism, but even constructive criticism when heard too much becomes nothing but hallow, harmful drivel. This is completely unacceptable, and yet ever present in this "paradise" we live in. Parents scorn children, friends pick on friends, and man becomes pitted against man in a verbal war with no end in sight. There is only one place to run to, and it is a dark place. Alone and cold, where no one can touch you, only there can a person find peace from the hypocrisies and rebukes of the world.

Is this where we want to go? Is there where you want to chase us? Should we stand here and take it? Should we run? Or should we fight?

The answer is up to the individual. So choose.

Beginnings...

What's in a name? People will come in and they will look to the top of this page, to the title and the little diddly I wrote beneath it, and they will scrunch their little faces and think "WTF?", because they do not have the grace to understand. Not the grace of God, but the dark stuff that lubricates backward logic like oil to a machine. There are only few gifted with this dark grace, and many who pretend. A gift, a curse, a club to verbally abuse, and a smokescreen to trick those hiding in their light. Paradise Lost, what an appropriate title, not just to this orifice of my mind, but to the world itself. The present world sees a paradise before them. They think their safe in the light, that joy runs rampant and there is no such thing as a bad day. What Paradise? Look around, there is nothing but death, disease, suicide, and discrimination in this world, and this is just within the shores of our own country. What light? The glow you think surrounds your life is self-generation, a product of a "fixed" mind. Joy and happiness? Their nothing but fleeting emotions to today's generation. There is no paradise to be had or found. Paradise is Lost.

And thus I shall name this blanket of my beliefs after this truth: Paradise Lost. Because it is not enough for me to know. Perhaps, though, through this you too will learn the truth. Perhaps not THE truth, but the truth that I have come to see, and it is a better truth than that spat in schools and churches, the forced doctrines and false facts. Better a truth than lies.

Welcome to my blog. Expect more of this to come. If you do not like it, if it burns your mind with it's blatant disrespect for today's ideals, if it disrespects your beliefs, then too bad. Don't read. This is the only warning I shall ever give. After this, read at your own risk.

Because the gloves are coming off.