DATE: 23 Feb 2008, 3:04 pm / MOOD: Other

Part two of my two-part blog is this. It's short, it's, to some, sweet. I'll just address some issues before I continue. It seems my previous blog actually received some responses, that's slightly surprising. I am not going to defend my actions; they've been done, and I certainly won't try to undo them. As an Administrator I couldn't, even when I say I speak as a member and not an admin, say what I personally feel about many of these people, at least not in public. As a mere member, I can fling the mud like the rest of them.

I've already stated in the previous blog that it (the blog) wasn't helping the situation, at all.

Frankly, if anyone's feelings were hurt during that little exposé... that's good. That was the very purpose of it. I could have gone on and on, and said far, far worse things. But, I do still have some form of restraint. It did feel liberating, exhilarating to let go of it. It's out of my hands now. The flop, the river and turn cards have been revealed, the last round of bets have finished, and I've shown my hand. I'm sure all of you can take care of the site in my absence.

In any case... now, as always, I'd apologize to everyone, but we (should) know that KS cannot apologize and mean it, at the same time. So, no apologies from me. As for the people I've "attacked" in my previous blogs, if you want to "fix" your prides, do what you want. I'm washing my hands of this site. To answer Dark Starzz's question: Yes, I am leaving Gothopia. I'm sure you, and whomever you're (re)promoting to Staff can take care of it.  Don't let it go to the dogs like I, apparently, did.

Fare thee well, Gothopia. I do have a secondary account here, and everyone should know who it is. When a friend requests my presence, I will log in, but don't expect "KS" to log in. If anyone wants to say something, leave a comment, or send a message to my other account. (It's Mephistopheles, if you don't know. The one with the Nazi Eagle and Swastika as a display image.) I don't want to have to log in KS just to check any of the messages you send.

Always,

KS

 

King of Gothopia 

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DATE: 27 Jan 2008, 12:45 am / MOOD: Other

Where will we be?

 

America is at the brink of collapse. I hate to be such a pessimistic and such an I-Told-You-So person, but it's true. The weakening U.S. Dollar, the declining economy, and the fading faith in America are contributing factors in the fall of this country from Super Powerdom. And where will we be?

Recently, in Davos, Switzerland, the World Economic Forum had a meeting. The main issue? "What can America do to recover, and what's out back-up if America falls?" You see, the world is a business. Super Powers are the main money-maker for the world economy. Up until recent times, America has never been questioned in its place as the Super Power.  And I'll be the first to say that America was a Super Power. The issue is... America was a Super Power.

The bad decisions that have been made in recent years have caused the world's faith in America to drop. Little by little, America increased its world-wide debt. When I said that Super Powers are money-makers, here is my explanation. When you're a Super Power, that means you have all the resources to back up any money you "borrow" from the world. America no longer has the resources. It's a little funny, Japan "owns" a lot of America now. Because America uses its trade as collateral for borrowing money. Why are American-made businesses failing, while Japanese-made businesses proper? That's why.

The elections hold some hopes for the WEF, they hope that someone can pull America out of the void and bring it back as a Super Power. But if America can't rise, do you think the WEF are willing to restore it? No. They're looking at China for its growing Industrial and Manufacturing power; India, for the sheer man-power, and; Russia, because Russia holds the rights to the largest resource deposits than any other country. If America falls, we'll see the rise of another Super Power. My bet is on China. China has the combination of resources, man-power and brain-power. (Engineers in China, for example, outnumber US Engineers by a 3-to-1 ratio.)

America can't fend for itself anymore. They tell us not to worry, but there is, in fact, a very big thing to worry about. American businesses are outsourcing most manufacturing jobs to other countries because they don't have to pay as much, leaving the Average Joe with his hands in his pockets. What do they say? With Manufacturing being outsourced or automated, it opens more jobs in a "Robot Aide" sort of position. The problem? It pays less than the Manufacturing jobs that got outsourced, and will be replaced by automation again.

I once told Mors, that there are three types of leaders, each leading a country or empire if you would, into the three different stages of "being". The first is the Creator Leader, he creates empires; second is the Maintenance Leader, he maintains and expands empires; last is the Destroyer Leader, he destroys (his own) empire... accidentally or on purpose... which then leaves room for the cycle to start over.

Empires have shorter and shorter life spans. To be brief, you had the Egyptians at tens of thousands of years; the Romans with thousands; the Russian with hundreds; and you have America... with barely even two hundred. It's already at the brink of collapse.

So I ask again--when America collapses, where will we be?

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DATE: 16 Oct 2007, 11:52 pm / MOOD: Disappointed

And so here I am again writing a blog after so long. My last ones have been a tad melodramatic, anyway. I remember days when I wrote a blog and always left off with a moral question of some sort. Or a moral puzzle, or dilemma. Well, hopefully, this blog can join those ranks--and maybe this time around I won't delete my much older blogs. Moving on:

 

I was in a discussion with Mors, earlier. You all know her, I'm sure. And it was about Justice, or lack thereof. Apparently:

Three white kids hung nooses from a tree at their school so that a group of black kids wouldn't sit there. The white kids were suspended, but the black kids decided to jump one of them. And now there is outrage over those kids getting charged. I'm annoyed because no one seems to care that the kids were stupid and deserve punishment. Assault and battering is not too big a punishment. Attempted murder is a little extreme, but it was six on one. They justgot into a heated debate. But there are rallies talking about what good kids they are. That's ridiculous. As far as I'm concerned, they and the three white kids are little heathens.

The "[Quote]" command doesn't work, so it will have to be italicized--bear with me. I can understand why she's annoyed, can't you? Six kids beat up one kid because the one kid offended them? And now that the six kids are to be punished, the community is at an uproar? And why--because the kid the was beaten was a part of the trio who put up a set of nooses from a tree where the six black kids hung out?

These are two, separate incidences. The three kids putting the nooses on the tree--a racist action--were already punished. That part was done. They were punished. End of story. I cannot emphasize that enough. Then the six kids took it to themselves to further punish one of the kids? I understand that in the mentality of some people it's perfectly logical to assault someone who's insulted you--even if they didn't insult you physically.

This action is vindictive. These six kids made themselves vigilantes. Taking the law into their own hands, per se, to punish the offenders. But that is not justice. That is selfishness. _{For further reference, the three white kids will from here on be referred to as Group A, and the six black kids will be referred to as Group B}. Group A has already been punished--whether or not their punishment was adequate is not in question. It is unlawful for anyone to be punished more than once for the same crime; a murderer cannot be convicted of the same murder twice--either he's convicted once, or he's not. Period. *Note: Appeals are a different story--they are not tried or punished for the same crime twice, but rather trying to convince the court to change the prior ruling.

 What Group B did was complete, senseless violence. What's worse? It's self-righteous violence. Look at it this way. Say a family member of yours is murdered. The murderer is caught, tried, convicted, and sentenced to death. You get yourself into the prison where he's being held, and you kill him--for revenge. Well, what happens? You will not only be punished for breaking into a Government Facility, but you will also be punished for homicide. Is it moral? No. Is it Justice? In truth, yes.

 He may have been sentenced to death but that doesn't mean you can take the law into your own hands and carry out the sentence. Now, in all retrospect the authorities can choose not to pursue a case against you, but it's unlikely. You see, it's still murder. Until that man either dies by carrying out the sentence, or he dies of a natural cause, if he is killed, it will always be homicide. You deprived them of the chance to live. Justice is not synonymous with vendetta. Just because this murderer killed deprived your relative his chance to live, doesn't mean you can deprive the murderer his chance to live after he's been caught.

 There are many more complications about that, but I'll get to those some other time. Back to the subject at hand. Group B was unjust with their beating of one of the kids in Group A. Now, Group B is going to be punished. The community is at an uproar because all they see is that Group B was defending itself from gross racism. What they don't see is that Group B was not defending itself, but rather being on the offensive. They explicitly disregard the fact that Group A has been punished by the school, and further punishment (should any be required) is up to the criminal enforcement authorities.

So, we have a riotous mob, a controversial case of White-Man Vs. Black-Man, and an assault and battery case against one. Does anyone remember Rodney King? I say Group B should be punished for, at the very least, assault. And they should be punished to the fullest extent of their crime. Motive is all the difference here, and Group clearly wanted to do harm to this kid. Perhaps, they may even have wanted to kill him--in which case, it would be attempted murder, and an even bigger case.

What's the big fuss? When it goes to court, it's the predominantly white protesters against the predominantly black protesters. If found guilty, the latter will definitely cause a riot. If found not guilty, the former will. So here's my question:

 

Group A has already been punished for their actions. That is out of the case. We have only one case to look at: Group B assaulting a member of Group A. What is a fair ruling? Should Group B be found guilty of assault? Or should they be not guilty, as victims of racism? Be aware, that Group A, as far as you and I both know from this passage, did not physically attack Group B. What they did was a misdemeanor--equivalent to drawing a swastika on a wall, or street sign in a predominantly Jewish neighborhood.

 Does an offense of symbol, not physical action, warrant a physical assault? Would you face a bigger riot to pursue justice by convicting Group B of, at least, Assault and Battery; or would you avoid the bigger riot by acquitting them?

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DATE: 12 May 2007, 12:09 pm / MOOD: Other

Woe to the conquered

Today, the greatest man I ever knew and loved has passed. He may not be a good man to many; he had six children with three different wives, he had affairs while he was with each wife, he was sarcastic, a lot of people hated him, a lot of people feared him. He was the King of the town in which he lived. But as he was these things, he loved his family. He stayed true to his family and he would give his very life to protect his family. And for that, the people respected him.

My father passed away. My father, the one I talk about so much; my father, the one I talked about with such fondness; my father, the one I talked about with pride. He has escaped many things in his life--bullets from would-be assassins, ambush, etc.--he was the Julius Caesar of my world. That is how much I love my father. I looked up to him, he was untouchable--no man could bring him down, very few had the ability to take him down. And the people that had that ability feared my dad enough that they would not lift a finger against him.

He was, in every sense, a "A Gaius of the Julii, called Caesar". The people loved him, some hated him; the more affluent and powerful hated him; but they all had one thing in common and that is that they respected him. All he did, he did for the good of Hoi Polloi. "When come such another?" Never, I say, never. Only in one life can one have a father, and only in one life can one have such a father. Now, half of who I am is missing.

God is sadistic...

Did I have this coming? Surely, we all must face that our fathers and mothers will die. Life, after all, is a temporary thing. Death is not the end but the beginning, right? Well, let me tell you what it means for me. Death is the beginning of something, alright... the beginning of something very, very ugly for someone like me whose mind and personality is hardly attractive already.

Our greatest foe is within ourselves and is ourselves

I joked, every now and then, about how I await my father's death that I may inherit his material belongings. I joke because he is yet young; I joke because he is healthy (if it weren't for his cough that oddly resembled Consumption). I never worried. I expected my father to live a long, long life. I expected him to be immortal, to be invincible. In all my years with him, he never lost a fight, he was never injured by a fight, and has survived equally many ambushes as his brother, my uncle. How could my father fall, right? He was absolutely healthy.

This week we made plans. I was to petition my dad's emigration to America. His sister, my Aunt, owns a lot of agencies in California and my dad and I were going to manage them as partners because my Aunt is moving to Las Vegas, Nevada. Everything was perfect. I would run the family business in California myself while I wait for the process for my dad to come to America. When he arrives, we run the business as partners. We had an iron-clad business, we cover everything: Law (his brothers, as well as himself were lawyers), Engineering (his brothers were Engineers as well), and Medicine (His sisters were Doctors, Nurses). (My cousins were all lawyers and nurses, also. They are very affluent people.)

But, as I should have expected, all plans can never be perfect. As it turns out, I cannot petition him just yet because I am not Twenty-One (21) years old. "That's alright, that doesn't change our plans; it just means we'll have to wait a couple more years." my Aunt and Uncle said to me. I was happy. A couple more years and my father and I can be partners again. We can start our empire anew in America. After all, if Rome didn't dream about expansion, then not a single person would think, "Rome", when asked for the greatest empire in all history.

But, as the title suggests, my father would be ambushed by an enemy that no one, not even he, saw coming. My Julius Caesar, my father, invincible, infallible was struck down by his own body as Caesar was by his friend. He had a stroke. That's what I was told when my Uncle from California called me. "Your dad might not make it through the night," he said. I remained quiet. I kept my answers short, "Yes," "Okay", "Uh-huh". Quickly, I called the Philippines, I called my dad's phone. My brother answered, "Patrick, how is dad?", I asked. "He's gone. He passed away just a few moments ago." My heart broke, my face could no longer hold itself. My lips broke into a frown, and the dams of my eyes broke.

My dad, my infallible, invincible, immortal dad died of a stroke. He escaped everything, he escaped all harm from all his enemies; but he could not escape himself, and he could not escape his greatest enemy.

As stated, God is sadistic. He takes pleasure in ripping away joy (not just my own) and hope when they shine the brightest. I've always believed in God, many people don't see that. I am Catholic by the blood the flows in my veins, by the baptism, by my parents, by my own choice, by my own belief. I thought that if I kept God out of my life, He would stay out of mine. Why not? He wouldn't impose himself. God does not affect free will. The Devil knows what you love and desire most and taunts you with it as on offer when you feel furthest away--when you have all but given up on achieving it; God, on the other hand, takes it away from you when you come closest to it. Is it a test of faith? Maybe. But I'm not one for it. If God is so insecure about his people's faith that he has to test them, instead of putting faith in them also, then he is not my God.

The end is the beginning? Yes. I believe in God, I will continue to believe in God. Why? Because you cannot hate what you do not believe exists. Therefore, I believe in God, but I hate God. I will not hate Christians, they are who they are. But I hate Christ. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, I swear my undying hatred. And I shall carry this bitterness, this hatred with me to my deathbed, to my grave, to the very depths of Hell.

 

DENIAL- I denied that my father was truly dead. But I've accepted that.

ANGER- You can bet your life I'm angry.

BARGAINING- There is no bargaining with a God who takes pleasure in ripping away the very humanity of what I am.

DEPRESSION- There's no point in being depressed.

ACCEPTANCE- I've accepted it, and have made my ultimate decision: I hate God.

 

I once wanted to rule the world to embrace and unite it. That the world will have peace for the God I believe in. I didn't plan to force my beliefs down everyone's throats, but I wanted understanding between every belief.

I now want to rule the world for one purpose and one purpose alone. If I kill all of humanity, then there will be no one left to believe in God, and if no one believed in God, then God will ultimately disappear, and I will have my revenge.

Would my father be proud of my decision? Probably not. It's not my father's fault that he died. It's no man's fault. And if it's no man's fault, then it is God's fault. Vengeance is God's, but God wouldn't take revenge on himself. So I'll do it. Someone has to do justice. Think of it as V standing up to Adam Sutler.

 

That is all,

KS

 

From Mortality to Memory,
You, my father, will live
Forever.

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