I am that which my country demands; I am loyal and thankful to no one.  The flag on my shirt and on my truck are not symbolic: they are sacred as is the tribe that they demarcate. There is no respect here, but only pride and the righteous indignation of those who belie my beliefs because my beliefs are my country.

I have not chosen, but was chosen; I do not understand, but am certain; I have done nothing, but expect everything.  My nationality is my soul and those who disagree are my mortal enemies.  The world stops at the borders of my motherland and I will defend her with my life if necessary.  I will die for that which does not exist.

I know nothing of Thomas Paine, my history is the rocking chair upon which I sit.  I owe nothing to anyone but yet, my country needs me.  I abhor society, but they are my kin.  Contradiction is not possible in the country of my thoughts just as change is the witch that brings evil upon my family.

I have made my bed, I have made my choices, and I will stand in the path of progress.  Semper Fi.

I am that of which I am; that overlord of the word, the rhetorician of knowledge.  I only exist in the sound of my own thoughts, those wily things that come from no where and disappear just as quickly.

I am blind but yet I see; no method will end my madness, no undone thought exists in my head.  The bricks by which I build my fortress are solid, secure and filled with certainty.  The wall goes up of its own accord as I watch, comforted and alone.

It is my conversation, my domain that matters most and yet no one realizes that I need their ear, their understanding, their acknowledgement, their accordance.  I will speak until the goal is reached, the need is met.

No physics, no logic, no rational, no moral, no epistemology, no aesthetic, no consideration, no methodology, no expertise, no reality, no fact, no knowledge, no Truth will ever overturn what I have created.

I speak louder; I fill the air with words.  And yet deep down, I doubt.

I am an individualist, and have lived life that way intently and consciously throughout the years.  For an individualist, reliance upon others is often seen as a form of failure, as a weakness, as lazy.  I know this because I have felt those things and judged others as such.

I have picked up the shovel and dug the hole with my bare hands.  I have demolished and built; I have fixed and destroyed; I have learned and I have taught; I have created and dismissed.  I have been against the wall and solved the puzzle.  I have done these things as the individualist that I am: with no thought to ask permission or no intention to ask for help.

Women have jested that I am a man and that we are simply that way.  But they are no better than I.  Individualism knows no boundaries and we recognize each other, we individualists and we recognize those who wear the mask of individualism.  They are the worst: the miscreant liars of loneliness, because the fakers of individualism; they are weakness behind the mask of strength.

The thieves of strength rely upon their masks to undermine the secret of individualists: that we need and desire help; we need others in order to be individuals.  Where else would I have learned the trades and arts that I know?

Whom else would answer the questions I have about the tools and ways that I have come to rely upon but from those who have recognized that being an individualist means learning from the silent and still waters of experience and time.

Ahh, the holidays, no matter where or what they are, are really not about the traditional roots that they might stem from, nor should they be.  Perhaps they started as, or became, religiously important, and perhaps they still are.  These ideas about holidays, especially Christmas, are not really important: how we celebrate is not as important as what we celebrate and why we celebrate.

Typically holidays are the time when families get together; sometimes, holidays include friends that may be alone.  Holidays are a good excuse for doing something good, putting our self’s aside and thinking of others, or giving to a charity.  All of these things are what matters, no matter why we do them; maybe we should celebrate the chance to be with those who are important to us, and to help those who cannot do the same.

Want to pray and celebrate religious beliefs?  Do it, but do it with those you love.

Want to eat and argue?  Fine, but do it with those who matter to you.

Want to roll your eyes in cynical apathy?  Great, roll them with your best friends or those who need a best friend.

Merry Quansihonikus!!!!  Eat, drink, argue, forgive, and smile.

Diversity is an important aspect of surviving and thriving societies; it is inevitable and should bring with it pluralistic attitudes towards beliefs, cultures, and traditions.

Diversity is natural.

We human beings are a diverse bunch, but diversity is also unnatural; we humans are a tribal and a fearful bunch.  We group ourselves according to backgrounds, skin color, beliefs, gender, age, occupation, pain, politics, pleasure, families and comfort.  We shouldn’t do these things because these things do not matter.

The true diversity in the world, the diversity that matters, the diversity that allows us to progress through the dark times of fear and greed is that diversity which brings us together; it is that diversity that reminds us that there is only one group of human beings and that we depend upon one another and always have.

All other differences pale in importance.

It is true that societies are made up, and should be made up, of a plethora of beliefs and ideology.  Censorship, however, will inevitably lead to certain beliefs and ideologies.  It is also true that civil societies must create boundaries by which those societies are defined.  There is a balance to be drawn.

When someone steps over those boundaries and then demands their rights to do so, such individuals, and groups, are no longer acting with the good of a civil society in mind.  When the ideologies of individuals, or groups, overrides the good of a civil society then those individuals or groups no longer have a place in that society.  The balance must be based upon the good of the society as a whole and not for certain individuals within that society.

Often, censorship is not so blatant.  In fact, censorship is often hidden within the language that we use, is hidden by fallacious arguments.  To use rhetorical language and fallacious arguments to support ideologies or to further individual agendas is deadly to civil societies because it blurs the boundaries that are necessary for civil societies.

One word that has unfortunately become nothing more than an example of rhetoric is the word: rights.  Law is created by concepts such as the concept of right, and law often defines the civility of a society.  But law becomes the censor when concepts such as rights are used as nothing more than a rhetorical tool to justify individual desires, greed, and ideologies.

The lack of virtue in leadership allows for censorship and empty rhetoric to overcome basic needs of any civil society; needs that are imperative for the allowance of individuals to lead healthy, happy lives: all individuals, not just some.