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from anglo-french justise, from Latin justitia, from justus*

-noun

Justice denotes the attribute of being just. It is universally referred to as an account of being conform to a specific absolute set of rules that promote rightness, equity, fairness, righteousness, and positive continuity for all existence.

In essence, justice maintains an absolute minimum guideline to which all entities that exist must abide in order to obtain security from certain elements that are often undesirable.

Justice may maintain punishment for acts that are unacceptable within certain norms that are pre-establish. In order to observe justice one must absolutely observe the truth, based upon which all forms of justice are established.

Justice is mostly carried out by third parties who are not to be involved in the respective matters that require it. Furthermore, any such third parties must observe specific rules in order to attain justice in its best form.

-idiom:

do justice to

To treat adequately, fairly, or with full appreciation: The subject is so complex that I cannot do justice to it in a brief survey. ( as per the definition provided by http://www.answers.com )

-origin

Justice has been known to exist before consciousness. It is well known that nature is the first law enforcement agency and most impartial of all. It is therefore best to think of justice as a natural phenomenon that is independent of how we react to it, since reacting to it in any manner that does not involve acceptance of some sort generally involves a significant amount of pain.

-justice on planet 'Earth' ( Galactic Sector ZZ Plural Z, Milky Way, Primitivus Universus 42 - just in case you are wondering where in reality this planet is, or more probably, isn't anymore - read on and you will understand why ):

Justice is one of the most controversial subjects on the little blue green planet called earth. On one side, this little insignificant planet is saturated with feuds. On the other hand, some of its inhabitants are so unfamiliar with the term that they still amusingly consider it as a tool that can actually help them attain some of their desires. Quite ironic, but luckily, not all entities on the planet share the same view on the subject. One must observe how some parts of the planet handle the subject with more diligence than others, and how these parts often tend to have a more 'peaceful' life.

Reassuringly, nature is diligently balancing the chaos on the planet, if uselessly. This is sad seeing that it is mostly carried out by means of earthquakes, disease, nightmares, insanity, and so on.

-more on justice and planet earth

Justice can be used on planet earth conjecturally to mean injustice by means of law. It can also be used politically as a lie to deceive somebody in order to obtain their support in the upholding of unjust acts. Legally, it is sometimes summoned as an excuse to accomplish irrational acts of harm. Poetically, justice being used to gather the support of leaders for purposes of stealing the wealths of another nation is not unheard of.

In more advanced civilizations of the planet, justice is righteously used to maintain a harmonious peaceful existence for all society. Such civilizations tend to get a big break from natural disasters, problems, and in general, justices that the remainder of the planet are more often than not calling unjust.

On less fortunate parts of the planet, justice is sometimes used as a justification to someone's position in society, although this is more and more often considered as a lame attempt to bluff. Consequently, other forms of injustice are carried out at random in the form of riots and, once in a blue moon, justice prevails. This is mainly because the injustice that is taking place is, in its way, some sort of justice as inspired by the natural balance.

Considering that planet earth is one of the very few places in the universe where justice is urgently, immediately, direly needed, it is often puzzling and ridiculous how some of the inhabitants of the planet tend to toy with the concept in a mostly, stupidly, invalidating manner.

-advice:

Sometimes you may find yourself stuck on some parts of planet earth in an unpleasant situation that involves injustice. If that is the case, your best bet is to resort to any authority that does not promise, promote, or uphold justice in any way, as this will only tend to decrease your chances of escaping the doomed fate. You may use your imagination, but resorting to street gangs, the general public, your neighbors, your frying pan, your dog, or the mafia will, in most cases, increase your chances of 'survival'. It is also vital to radically 'forget' this as soon as you set foot in any civilized society.

Please do bear in mind that resorting to any other third party in order to uphold 'justice' will menacingly put you under certain repayment obligations, in the form of funds ( or money, especially if the third party in question is a mafia member, a gangster, ... ), a returned favor ( for neighbors, family members, friends, or the general public ), or simply a snack whenever possible ( mostly likely in the case of resorting to dogs ).

-howto: attain justice – judge

If you are referred to as a judge on planet earth, your best option is to run, very far away, and hide. Should that option not be provided, it is generally wiser to observe the following rules:

1. Act like you don't understand the language. If you actually don't understand the language then you wouldn't actually have to lie.
2. Act like you are aurally impaired ( deaf / mute ).
3. Gently, touch your belt and smoothly rub your hand towards your back. The idea is to make everyone present think that you are looking for your gun.
4. If the above idea sparks enthusiasm from the crowd, simply excuse yourself by saying that you have actually forgot your gun. Run.
5. Direct the parties in question to a Police Station. Should they refuse to, tell them you are personally acquainted with the Godfather and that you have his phone number back in your hotel room. Run.
6. If the parties involved insist on following you to your hotel, ask the receptionist to call any Customer Support service and let the people tell by and large about the problem they have. This should buy you plenty of time to pack up your bags and leave the premises.
7. If you are held at gunpoint and required to provide a verdict, your best bet is to sentence yourself to death. You will die eventually and your best chances are to reduce suffering to a minimum.
8. If the parties involved refuse the verdict and ask for an appeal, you can redirect them to a more qualified authority. Any passing stray dog will do. Please offer the dog some bones if you do meet him again.
9. If all fails, pray for justice. If no one answers your call, you have been a naughty, naughty, naughty boy.

It is vitally important to be familiar with 'law' in order to take part in the application of justice.In cases where punishment is inevitable, you will require the knowledge. Planet earth is not short of books on law and, in general, while some people tend to refer to the books in question to find loopholes in the system, it is almost impossible not to serve justice when one honestly and thoroughly tackles the matter with diligence and caution.

Furthermore, please do bear in mind that establishments that uphold justice are readily accessible to anyone on planet earth. Such establishments often go through a great deal of selecting the people who enforce law and justice. These people are absolutely better equipped to deal with any matter that requires justice, and often spend years in other establishments called schools and colleges just to have that ability. Therefore, you should strictly direct anyone who looks up to you for justice to these establishments.
On planet earth, such establishments are invariably called 'Courts of Law' ( 'Tribunal', 'Mahkama', or other words may be used in less popular languages ). The word 'Police' ( 'Polis', 'Pauleece', 'Bouleece', ... ) will ring a bell to the great majority of people from the planet. This will direct the person requiring justice to an agency that is better equipped to deal with such claims. The agencies in question can filter righteous claims from fraudulent ones, provide legal advice, and, on more serious matters, take immediate action. This includes seeking and temporarily restricting the respective privileges of any party to maintain order. These agencies are also equipped to direct matters when necessary to specialized 'Courts of Law', where a more qualified person, called a 'judge', can take more delicate decisions on everyone's behalf.

Law, law courts, and justice:

On some ( ? ) parts of planet earth, statistically, 'Courts of Law' are a source of a great deal of injustices. This is best portrayed as using quite clichéd excuses and nasty workarounds in order to help provide a specific party, mostly called the appellant, with a desired objective which may be financial, physical, emotional, or otherwise. This involves inflicting injustice on a second party, frequently referred to as the defendant, using any means necessary, really. It is usually the party which has access to the greatest number of means ( which include but are not limited to funds, political connections, criminal connections, weapons, general public influence, or otherwise ) that prevails. Therefore, being an appellant will not necessarily guarantee victory. Likewise, the 'right to have an attorney' complicates matters even further. These so called attorneys are known to be parasite-like beings that thrive on other people's misfortunes. They may also be called lawyers, or, as widely known, liars.
Note: not all lawyers are liars. Some court appointed lawyers tend to tell the truth, raw, as it is, especially if it will not help the defendant ( also called 'client' ) in any way. This tends to make the trials very fast, and save the government plenty of hard earned tax money.
The relationship between client and attorney ( defendant and lawyer ) is the most complicated in all of the known universe. A lawyer cannot possibly reveal information that would incriminate his client. This is often the case with expensive attorneys, and is definitely not helping anyone whose primary aim is justice. On the other hand, some court appointed attorneys have been known to not reveal any information at all and this tends to have no bearing to justice either. Therefore, one can only observe that justice, in some places, has turned out to be a 'rotten business'.

It is vitally important to note that such a situation is under no circumstance the fault of justice or the judicial system. It is more relevant to blame the parties that uphold justice, or should.

As luck would have it, the words 'victory', 'win', and 'trial' are linked with justice in a planet that regards the matter as a competition. Furthermore, it is very rare for parties against whom any judgment is carried out to accept the latter. Basically, you have to take precautions when expecting justice to show up in a court. Most 'Courts of Law' prohibit unqualified personnel and visitors to enter any form of weapons into the premises. However, you should probably be told that crimes committed inside these establishments are not rare.

Keep in mind that some primitive life forms have attempted to abide to 'survival of the fittest' as a guideline for morality. However, it is vitally important to note the position of such life forms in today's order of establishment. The precedent dominant life forms who established the rule are often found in natural reserves awaiting their turn in extinction, in small cages where people can come and take a peek at their miserable lives, more and more often, as emblems very frequently found on the front grilles of vehicles of the brand 'Peugeot', or, even more often, not at all.

In some parts of planet earth, life is sometimes confusing and tends to push you towards believing that justice is just an illusion. It is best to avoid such devious thoughts. Should you feel really drowsy in that aspect, look for the closest television set and seek any channel airing an American Police Series. Any will do: NCIS, CSI, Prison Break, Shark... This will instantly restore some of your faith in goodness and justice. Should that fail to do the job, look for a holy scripture ( plenty are readily available: Bible, Torat, Quoran ). Also, please do bear in mind that such scriptures are there mainly to restore in divine justice. This has to be said seeing as how some people use some scriptures as an excuse to inflict severe injustice. Should you prefer, you can also call a friend and tell each other jokes. This will have no bearing on anything really, which is the idea. It will simply keep you out of harm's way, while justice is being carried out by someone else on someone else.

-justice ( everywhere else ):

Irrevocably, it is important to observe the following: justice has been established as a universal absolute necessity for the continuity of life as we would like to know it. It has been deemed more vital than oxygen and in fact more life forms prefer to be deprived of the latter rather than of justice. It is also critical to observe the general outcome when justice is neglected, and some parts of planet earth can best be used as an example of just that. Some people speculate that this is the only reason such parts are allowed to continue existing in the first place. Others are nicely suggesting that these parts are simply simulations that are there to remind anyone not careful enough to observe justice that things could turn very, very, ugly for them.

* Some parties speculate on the origins of the word 'justice'. Considering that most parties which inflict harm or, generally, injustice, are referred to as having a 'cold heart', and since that is very frequently linked to death on planet earth, it has been said that justice is actually two words and not one. The two words in question are 'Just Ice', metaphorically alluding to the heart condition that is not uncommon on the planet. Seeing that planet earth is the only place in reality where injustice still persists to exist, the word has found its way to most universal languages and serves as a reminder to anyone who wishes to remember, or anyone who is careless enough to require a recap.

N.B.:

This research entry of the 'Guide' has been ommitted, much like the rest of my work, for editorial, legal, and political reasons. I therefore advise you to not read it if you are a law abiding citizen. Someone could be knocking on your door. No one knocks on my door because, apart from being a researcher for the Guide, I am also an agent for the sort of agencies that go around knocking on doors of people who endulge in the act of reading, obtaining, or producing such masterpieces which are deemed, to a certain extent, dangerous to the continuity of order on planet earth. I do not necessarily believe in Order so that's not my problem. Also, and this is something which might come as a shock to you, I may have written this article, but it doesn't mean that I will not knock on your door if you read it. As explained earlier, my job is to write such articles ( well, sort of ), but my other job is to knock on people's doors if they read them. Blither now if you must:)

Operating motor-vehicles under the effect of alcohol is a great sport, and art. Practiced everywhere in the world, this tends to be the easiest get-into-jail-free card to obtain, ever. However, many people are not familiar with this fine art and are thus unaware of the precautions necessary before indulging in the great sport of DUI.

To begin with, there are places and times when practicing DUI is just not the smartest thing to do. Countries which punish the offense by mutilating the offender's hands are a fine example for where not to be caught drunk behind the wheel, and generally speaking, when you hear on the news that the police are in the middle of a 'emptying the streets from chronic DUI offenders' is a cute example for times when drinking and driving are to be avoided.

Before indulging in the act, art, or sport of Drinking, and driving, there are certain things one must take into consideration, which include, but are under no circumstance limited to, the following:

- The condition of the vehicle in question: is it in good shape? can it handle extreme 'situations'? does it have ABS, ESP, emergency brake assist, airbags, pedestrian friendly bumpers, and other safety features?

- The condition of the driver: are you a good driver? Have you ever been involved in an accident when sober? Have you ever been involved in an accident while under the effect of intoxicating substances? Are you under the effect of other intoxicating substances ( drugs? medicine? a punch in the face? ... ) ? Are you mentally sane when sober? Are you mentally sane when drunk? How drunk are you when you plan to drive? Have you ever consumed alcohol before? Have you ever driven a vehicle before? Do you have a valid driver's license? How many points do you still have on your license? Do you use your car to get to work and if so, are you ready to risk losing this privilege, possibly forever? Are there any arrest warrants with your name on them? Can your recognize your car without pressing the 'alarm' button on your key? Do you know where you are? Do you know where you are going? ...

- The condition of the road: is it snowing outside? is it foggy outside? is it raining outside? is it crowded outside? is it too sunny outside? is it too dark outside? are there too many police officers on the road? Are you familiar with the road? Are you familiar with the police officers on the road? Are the police officers on the road familiar with you and or your drinking habits? Have you been arrested for DUI yesterday on this road? Does the road in question start from, pass by, or end at a police station? Are there hospitals nearby? Are there animals on the road? Are there people on the road? Are there aliens on the road? Are there other cars on the road? Are there other shapes on the road? ...

- The condition of the 'atmosphere': can you breath normally? are you phobic to anything? Are there passengers in the vehicle in question? Are you properly insured? Is the vehicle yours? Is the pub close to your home? Do you know how to go home? Is your vehicle a manual? Do you still know what a clutch is? Do you have your cellphone on? Do you have credit on your cell phone? Is there anyone you can call to bail you out of jail? Do you have enough money for car repairs/towing? Do you have any money for bail? Do you know how to use your phone? Is your wallet still with you? Do you still have your car keys? ...

Once all necessary precautions have been taken, you may indulge in the severe act of Drinking and Driving. You may not be aware at this stage that there are two different ways you can practice this sport, and then art: for the amateur, having a moderate amount of alcohol in your blood is considered enough. For the connoisseur, the art of drinking and driving, once mastered, can be as casual as popping open a beer can while on the interstate and taking a sip, and then another one.

To practice the more primitive sport of DUI is pretty easy, really. Once you are 'drunk', you may head to your vehicle, take a deep breath, fasten your seat belt, look for the sky ( to ensure you still know which way is up ), then for the brake pedal, press it gently, then release the hand brake, and put the vehicle into gear: you are on your way into becoming a DUI champ. Once on the go it is essential to make sure the vehicle is going straight, and that you do feel the seat under you. If you get a raw feeling of disorientation during this time it is vitally important to STOP, put the hand brake on, exit the vehicle, and ask for help to get home: you may not get a second chance.
If you feel you are on top of the situation, you may go on with the round. It is essentially vital at this point to observe all driving regulations, since this is the entire object of the sport: to perfectly pass on as a good driver despite being under the effect of alcohol. Anyone can slam a car into a tree, but very few people can drive sanely, observe rules, obey them, stay out of trouble, and in their skulls, while simultaneously being drunk. And this, is exactly what the art of being drunk behind the wheel is all about.

It is generally a good idea to observe the basic rule 'Don't Panic', especially in situations that tend to make you do so. Generally speaking, if you panic, you will find a tree in your passenger seat, a duck on your moon roof, or a policeman standing by your window.

Having a police officer standing by your window is not always avoidable. However, it is vital to observe the simple fact that you are not necessarily always being pulled over because you are drunk: you may have a broken tail light, an outstanding parking ticket, ...

If you are pulled over, it is essential to remain calm, pull over to the side of the road in orderly fashion, and to avoid eye contact with the officer as much as possible. Remain calm and polite, answer questions as briefly as possible, avoid being direct if the officer asks about your drinking activities during the past few hours ( do not entirely admit but do not entirely deny either ), and cooperate as fully as possible. This will not tell the officer that you haven't been drinking, but it will make him aware that you have the situation under control, and therefore that you are not really 'drunk'. You will most likely get off with a warning, a ticket, or even a night in the precinct, which is not bad at all if you know how to deal with it: keep the officers amused, they do tend to get bored during late hours - tell them about funny life experiences from your childhood, work, and so on, but don't try to 'butt in', try to be 'smooth', and 'invite' yourself without really being annoying. If you get a lot of glazed, ice cold looks every time you open your mouth, then stick to the safer 'shut up' directive.

Once you handle yourself well when drunk, you may indulge in the 'ART' of drinking AND driving, which is different, but not entirely, from the sport of driving 'under the effect'. This art is simply as follows: you drink, and drive.
It is generally a bad idea to use any type of alcohol other than beer, and it is also generally a bad idea to even use beer since the 'smell' seems to radiate through the window once you open it, the can seems to 'reflect' what you are doing when officers cruise by, and the light alcohol content of the substance will make you drink readily, thus forcing you to pull over frequently to use the 'lavatory', or any tree, wall, dumpster, or sidewalk in order to release pressure from your bladder.

In order to master the art of drinking and driving, you must be a calm person, obey the rules, and master the art of not drawing attention to yourself which will inevitably result in bad news, sometimes immediately.

Mastering the art of alcohol consumption behind the wheel is a tricky matter and is rarely available to anyone below the level of advanced God. It is therefore best to observe abstinence for all creatures whose life spans did not originate from the G Galactic Area. Creatures whose lifespans originate from the Z Galactic Area, especially, specifically, planet 'earth', are strongly discouraged from consuming alcohol at all one year before driving.

It is also very, very important to note that bringing up articles such as these to any police officer as an excuse will not work if you are caught drunk behind the wheel. Also, if you are caught drunk, behind the wheel, behind a dented fender/engine compartment, behind a tree, then it is best to 'admit' the mistake, vow to never repeat it again, and consult the nearest AA community in your area.

N.B.: some countries regard alcohol in a cynical manner, and regard 'walking under the effect of alcohol' as a crime. It is therefore most rational to avoid drinking in planet earth altogether, which is exactly the sort of place where laws are never 'revealed' until you confront law enforcement, which is usually a bad time to find out about what the laws say. Also, it is a very bad idea to contest any law enforcement agencies since this in itself is considered a crime. Therefore, it is generally a very bad idea to open your mouth, breath, blink, or exist in fact, if you are caught drunk behind the wheel anywhere on planet earth, with the possible exception of 'Morocco', if you are familiar with the art of 'bribery', which is quite another issue.

Approximately 28 years, six months, seventeen days, twenty hours, forty four minutes and a few seconds ago, I was born. For the nth time.
This thought has given me severe jolts. N times. Of course the difference between N and n is that they do not look the same. Moral of the story? Things may not look the same, but they really are.
No, that is not the moral of the story. This is the moral of the story. The moral of the story is a little bit more complicated and will need quite a few paragraphs to fit into a simple, logical, coherent, identifiable notion that will not make anyone who reads it jump off a window. On second thoughts, it might, so if you are uncapable of flying, then don't read what follows.
And what follows is simply as follows: the moral of the story, to which we have earlier on pointed quite briefly, is this: ambiguity.
If you have never encountered ambiguity then you obviously have no idea what I'm talking about. In fact, you have no idea who you are, where you are, what you are doing, where you come from, where you are going, what is happening, ... to sum things up, you know nothing about nothing and we can safely call you Kevin and give you an overdose of some drug: the world will not miss you. I can see how some people might be offended by the latter comment so let me try to fix things a little bit: ok, Kevin is not a girl's name and some girls might end up reading this after all. So if you are a girl, let's call you Jane. But you still haven't a clue and you will not be spared from the lethal overdose of some drug.
The reason why the drug is not named here is because drugs are an illegal business. And not for lack of said substances because as explained just a moment ago, it may be illegal, but it's still a business. A thriving one, by any financial norms.
The reason for all this still remains unclear, which, even though we have taken quite a sharp detour, brings us back to our topic in question: ambiguity.
It has been my attempt through the course of time, and space, of course, to define ambiguity. And the more my attempts grow impatient, the less I have to actually say on the subject. Because ambiguity seems to follow some sort of illegal law that should have never been there. But why are things so ambiguous on this planet?
That, I can answer. The reason is very simple.
The reason is very simple because it is not complicated. Or maybe it is, but if we choose, we can ommit the complication and look at it in simple terms: ambiguity is actually artificial. In other words, things are really clear, which they are not, because they are ambiguous. But they are not ambiguous because they are ambiguous. They are ambiguous because ambiguity is there, which, if ambiguity were to be taken out of the equation, would make things a lot easier to deal with. Nonetheless, ambiguity persists to make things messy and unclear for no apparent reason other than the fact that it is currently unemployed and is still looking for a place where it could fit in a universe where apparently, everything fits perfectly, if it weren't for ambiguity.
What am I saying?
I think I understand what I'm saying: ambiguity has taken its toll.
Oh well, at least there is beer and drugs, even though it's not clear why such things were made in the first place.

From the lapses of my broken memories, little spasms of joy come to surface. After billions of years, tons of smarting, a voyage through good byes and come backs, I woke the fuck up.
Some might think that the war is over. In a sense, it is. We all know that this, will never change. And I know how hard I tried to change it. To fix it. And yes, everybody else knows, too. Like... YOU!
But it's not about that. No.
This is about something slightly different this time.
This is about ME!
Because this time, I really just don't give a fuck.
Life has taught me many things. Many things. So many things I cannot account for them in eternity, if such a thing does exist.
It has taught me that this planet is just doomed. It has taught me that people are fucking retards. Idiots. Stupid fucking robots made to self destruct by any means necessary. They just don't give a fuck. Or why should I say they? It's you who don't give a fuck.
I tried. I tried giving a fuck. But since fucking is regarded as a sin I can't help but stop trying.
Because sins are punished. Not that it hurts, and it does.
It was never about pain. At least, not my pain.
But some fucks have made a business out of my ordeals. Others just didn't give a fuck. Normal.
And in the midst of all this chaos everybody kept saying to himself: hey, this guy is a victim.
Well I'm not.
Why?
Because what I did, wasn't for me. It was for everybody. And what I was trying to give everybody is just what everybody wants. Well, some idiots want the wrong stuff so I have to say: what everybody 'should' want. So who's the victim? Not me. Trust me. Hear me now, believe me later.
But perfection is something that most humans fail to understand in any way you want to put it. And sincerely, since I am the only one who ever gave a fuck about perfection, I am inclined to look at things differently.
First of all, to all the millions who think that I am finished, history, done, buried, think again. I always came back. I was all about the come backs. Sure, it's been a long time. But that's for a reason. And think ever further that my come backs are brutal. Fucked up. People bleed. People suffer. And I really hate that. But it has come to that, and that, is that. Sorry. No, I'm not even sorry, I really, just don't give a fuck. Just like you. Oups...
And I never lost anything. I gave shit up. I gave shit up because I was busy doing other things like... Trying to save everybody from themselves. I never cared about material things because material things aren't what's going to stop this planet from being blown up. Guns, don't kill people...
So now I'm finished trying. And I only have one thing left to do. To live, until whatever the fuck it is that's going to happen, happens. And by 'GOD!', I'm fucking ready for it. Not you I suspect...
So what? I tried explaining to every fucking body what it's like to suffer, that it sucks, that it doesn't work, that people simply shouldn't fuck around with people, that people, should be good, that... Fuck it. I mean it just isn't realistic. People are selfish. Why should I be the exception? After about two million years ( and I am quoting YOU on that ), I have simply realised, or more precisely, confirmed my doubts, for the forty second infinite time, that things will never change.
There will NEVER be peace on this planet.
People will NEVER be good. In fact, the only Good people are those who are suffering. Since lack of suffering simply seems to change these people's nature, what's the fucking point? At least they're good, who cares if they're suffering? Let them beg... My fucking bad!
And if helping people was in some sort of way my hobby, then I have come to terms with that. No, it wasn't my hobby. I cared.
But everybody wants it to be just a hobby so fuck it. That's what it is now. Really.
So how do I do it? Is it because I'm good? Is it because I'm strong? Is it because I'm intelligent? Is it because I'm stupid? Is it because I'm scared? Is it because I just don't give a fuck? Is it because I'm crazy?
Well, the answer to that is, I just don't give a fuck. I just do it.
I can't even bother anymore. It's the lies that got me in the end. And the fucking accusations.
After all I have done, after all I have been through, after all that, people point the finger at me! God has become a business! The prophets have become the profits!! The author has become a psychopath!!! The rapper has become the criminal!!!! The scientist has become the sex offender!!!!! The friend has become the victim!!!!!! The family man has become the homo!!!!!!! And the man, has become the woman!!!!!!! Fuck all that. And fuck you too. We're done here. Done... Finis... Finished... Finito... Sala...
Fucking people have guts. Somehow they managed to forget something very very important. I am, to begin with, Dangerous. It's not my nature. It's just the nature of the universe. I don't hate my enemies, I hate having enemies. That's why I never had any. But now it seems I have a few. I have made a bona fide attempt to prevent things from coming to this and they have anyhow. I have tried everything possible. Everything. There is no other way. I never wanted my life. I never gave a fuck about it. It's just something for me. Something... Anything. Just a place where I spend time and watch the fuckedupedness of things. Where I sit back and laugh at the seriousness of things, and their futility. Where I rest, while people are busy fucking everybody up. Some day, and that day may never come, shit will hit the fan. And when that day comes, I know what I'm going to be doing. But for now, I have to get back to life. My life. If you're lucky, you won't ever come across me. If you're really lucky, you'll come across me and put a smile on my face. If you're damned, you'll piss me off. Then you'll really be damned.
Who cares. Smoke drugs. Have kids. Fuck God. Who cares?
It's over.
I'm back. Come and get me... Biaaatch!!!
Thug Life For Ever!!!
God's final message to his creation?
"We apologize for the inconveniance." Now that's DEEP! haha, your joke is about you!!! and you're the fucking idiots telling it!!! every fucking day!!! every fucking moment!!! for fucking ever!!! Go to Hell motherfuckers!

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back
I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see
And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time
Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me
Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?
Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin
I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantasies of my family, in a hearse
And they say it's the white man I should fear
But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here
I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side
Jealousy inside, make em wish I died
Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for
Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door
And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed
And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can judge me

My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated
I am fucking mental up in this bitch
Straight Ridah 4 Evah!!! Thug Till I die...

Sometimes the bulk of the universe sets itself aside and lets you though.
The problem with such things happening is not the so long detabed fact that the universe actually lets you do things. But rather the ironic. The ironic because the universe in fact does let you through. And lets you do things.
So what's so wrong with that you ask?
Consequences.
Consequences are a bitch. If only they were one that could be empragnated, then things wouldn't be so bad. But it seems this bitch we talk about has had all the fertility apparatus removed, and has been circumsized just to avoid any such accidents that nature is more often than not happy to attend to. Apart from these accidents? There is the well known fact that the universe is itself nothing more than a bitch. Blither now or keep on reading more nonsense, if you must.
Now problems can have a specific taste. Recognizing this taste is a skill acquired through a set of neurons that lie right behind the retina. Most people debate whether or not the retina is in fact responsible for these skills since most problems have at least one visual dimension. Take death for example. There is no death without a corpse and there is no corpse if you can't see one. Get the gist? Oh well...
This brings us closer to our topic, chosen for today's dylemmic post: Agadir.
Anywhere. Anywhere on this planet could turn out to be alright. But agadir doesn't actually belong to this planet. Not as such. Not if you consider this planet as a place. And not if this place is full of beaches and bitches, which is a little more than one can say for Agadir. What is Agadir? What is its true significance in the grand scale of things? Buffo. Zilch. Nothing. Nada.
And yet, people manage to write songs about it. Boney M, more specifically. The sort of stupid thing that you actually hear while you're driving to work. The sort of things that makes you say hey, this 'ride to agadir' could actually be a fun one. The sort of ideas that actually recklessly endanger your whole life, possibly the next one too, by making you pick up the phone and ask for a one week reservation in someplace in Agadir.
Of course, there comes a certain point where you endulge in the ride itself, and discover that the ride is no longer what you had actually had in mind but, more technically speaking, just a set of berzerk incidents that have no competent coherence. First, the parking lots. You can't find a parking space for your rental car, so you can't actually get to the part of your plan where you lie on the beach sand and enjoy the sun. Instead, you enjoy the sun in a more cynical way: behind the fuming plastic of a cheap asian car that you could afford. And it gets even more cynical when the parking lot attendant comes in to ask for the parking fee even though you don't actually have a spot. Things go way beyond insane when the law officer on call decides you have violated some law or other by refusing to pay a fee you are absolutely not required to because a piece of paper has a specific amount of currency inscribed on it and says that this currency is in exchange for a parking spot, that you do not have in the first place.
And so you head back home, having paid the parking spot, the violation fine, and your debts to God in one lousy afternoon. You decide a beer and a pizza should do. That is before you actually know that pizza is nothing more than a piece of rock solid bread with some garlic and what looks like cheese residue. And beer is something that is entirely, but almost not quite like beer. But it gets you drunk, so hey, you decide the asian rental is not so bad and before you know it, you are having another discussion with another law enforcement agent about another violation which tends to be nothing more than doing 50 kilos an hour in a 30 kilos an hour zone. That's more like pushing weight, you tend to pick the lightest possible combination to avoid severe damage to your spine. Or so it seems the traffic enforcement agencies decide things should be in Agadir, a place you wouldn't even know existed if it wasn't for one lousy song played one lousy morning on your way to your lousy office back at home. And so you take a picture to immortalize the moment. Once of course the film has been developped, you take it back home, show it to friends, and pick a felt tip pen, diligently inscribing on the back of the picture: Year, City, Occasion, 'NEVER AGAIN'.