The Desk.

Hello again, loyal readers and Uzma. I've been on holiday and it took longer than I expected. Shortly after I made the last post I left with J-Ken and went down to Sunset beach. Then on friday AA came down and brought me up to Wilmington for orientation, and after that I stayed on Wrightsville with mother and I got back this afternoon. However, I am glad to see that my blog has had some visits and somebody has something to say, even if it is Uzma.

Here's the deal. Although I say it oft, I shall repeat: I hate people. But I like to watch them. I do not wish to be rid of them because then I would have nothing to rant about. And my ranting is the key to my sexiness. Without ranting, I'm just a beautiful man with brains and charm. So you see, I wish to preserve the great traditions and cultures of the world, and study them because I am a student of history and an inhabitant of academia. But I do not wish to be part of it myself. It's a matter of respect more than anything. The knowledge that I am of the same blood that built the great monuments and wrote the great music of the world - that is what drives me. I see what men are capable of, and then I drive through Greensboro. What I describe here in the blog is the ideal - how things would be if nothing had ever happened the way it really does. I talk about the way I'd like things to be, but I keep in mind that society is a necessary evil, and without it, I would be a cave-man. Ah, the sweet life of a cave-man, with nothing to worry about but hunting, gathering, and fending off viscious bloodthirsty beasts. Wait, that sounds like my regular life, just change viscious bloodthirsty beasts to democrats. I live by my own rules, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten how I got here. Never let it bleed.