C'EST LA GUERRE (18)

Definitely I waive the monocle: out with the vanity own of the control and power in past times. We are in a new age, to which we are making room.

Under the balcony of the palace a group of people and much noise. I demand to be informed of the causes of this annoying disturbance. Soon I am informed that they are a group of natives which asking to be received by the military governor, namely myself. I continue informing me of their intentions and it is the case that they are seeking and begging that when I should change the bandage on the wound of the abdomen, I could give them the old bandage to carry it in procession to a place which they have prepared for that purpose. In such place they already have several  personal items of mine that they have been collected and exhibited in this new museum and new place of worship: coffee spoons, a steel helmet that I forgot somewhere, a packet of tissues almost finished and a lot of fakes that I never I had nor touched: a bed, a computer, several pairs of boots and shoes, etc.. We started well ...! The cross of Christ ..!


Shit country and countrymen! How they live, feed and multiply in an atmosphere of castration by others. Making as if they were gelding-castrate, but they are not. Whoever it is, they exist, I suppose that they also make the gelding-eunuch as if they had a rule, is like a childish and cowardly of old men. They fuck a little or nothing ... poor people having no life of its own, no blood and guts in this atmosphere of chastity where they always have been involved.

How far is still our victory ... How to get our reasons connect with these people blind, uneducated, and servile to madness, to the physical dump of all human sense ...? We will have to deport them to concentration camps where the rising and the sunset might seem good for their eyes and souls. Even that they can freely be homosexuals, if they decide to take the trouble ...Of course, we have ensured that any gelding could escape from our "treatment". That rabble without space or time ... how contagious is castration ...! They sent this people here from the shadows, without time or space nor for them.

Hearing the report, I ordered to several platoons open fire indiscriminately on demonstrators, with great sorrow, a pain that weighs upon me like a stone of many tons. All their requests were still accompanied by forms for grants. How much misery ...!