Songs of the Doomed: Verse I

In AP Latin today we were lucky enough to enjoy an hour long discussion, beginning with the idea of the ambivalence of war and digressing out of sight. Normally, I have much to say during these chances to show intellect, but today, I was quiet like a cheerleader during a physics lecture- well, quiet like that yes, but not parallel. My strange behavior was the result of my realization my only only outlet, the only place on the planet where intellectual conversations are possible for the Sarge, had too been taken over by the screwheads and the Fools. It took most of the hour to get over the shock, like George H. W. losing the '92 election, or if George W. had lost FL in 2000. Yet once I did, I was able to provide fantastic insight, that though some are hopeful and vigilant in their quest for a better tomorrow, it is too late for Us. Rome, no matter what some misguided high school kids thought or did, stood no chance to last once the first century b.c. hit, and hit hard. We now are in the midst what I think is the second or third century b.c. for the Romans, yet I am not giving us five or six hundred years. The only thing that there is left for the Doomed (the Good) to do now is to accept the occupation of these United States by the swine, the Fools, and the corrupt, or fight with furious vigor against our Enemies. If only we had a Hitler now, only He could rid us of the swine, the indolent and the stupid. We owe our founding fathers better than this. Sic transit gloria mundi.

Surprise Cockbag!

Well, in english class we are doing debates on various controversial issues. My group of three was scheduled to argue our point to-day, and I was in charge of typing up the opening and closing statements, as well as the points we would be arguing. Anyway I forgot, and as I entered Psych (2nd hour, english 4th) one of my partners demanded my material. She wouldn't believe that I had forgotten, and it was my informal attire that finally convinced her. I have AP Latin 3rd, so I couldn't do it, so it was stuck on her. I'm happy to say that she came through, and though I was dressed in my Moe's Tavern work shirt, with a nice big picture of him with a beer mug on the back, we pulled the fucker off. I buttoned up and tucked in my shirt, my group gave the statements, and I argued our point. When the jury of five came in from the hallway with the verdict, I didn't hold my breath, but I was pleased to hear that they were all pleased with my rebuttals. Thank you, and Happy Halloween. Oh, by the shit, Mandie's computer is broken.

Patience is Key

Everyone, currently I am Aeneas in Books IV-VI of the Aeneid, meaning that I am learning what the fuck is going on here. You must be very patient, the time will come. Spondeo.