Colonialism and the Destabilization of Africa

English: Ethnic groups of Africa in 1996. Prin...It is well-known that Europeans began the ruination of Africa with the spread of imperialism.

European colonialism had a devastating impact on Africa.

The artificial boundaries created by colonial rulers as they ruled and finally left Africa had the effect of bringing together many different ethnic people within a nation that did not reflect, nor have (in such a short period of time) the ability to accommodate or provide for, the cultural and ethnic diversity. The freedom from imperial powers was, and is still, not a smooth transition. The natural struggle to rebuild is proving difficult.

The willed ignorance of continental conditions in Africa created the widespread problems faced today.

Colonialism erected structures that ruptured the dynamics which had controlled opposing inter-ethnic relations and interests. The post-colonial era witnessed further manipulation and disintegration of ethnic identities and groups, thus making the state central to the dynamics of ethnicity in Africa.

The Rwandan Civil War, Darfur, northern region of Nigeria, Côte d’Ivoire, and elections in Kenya are a few of the numerous conflicts caused by imperialism. An African continent shaped based on the ethnolinguistic groupings shown on the map above would have likely defused many of these aforementioned conflicts. However, it is in the interest of the imperialists to retain such a hotbed for conflict so as to enable the continued exploitation of the continent. Such tactics are currently being utilized in the Arab world as well.

The imperialists have well-funded institutions that train and send subversive rabble-rousers to inflict conflict and prevent such regions from living in peace. They then ‘intervene’ on the behalf of groups who would most likely ensure that the imperialists are the beneficiaries of such conflicts. These tactics are pure evil, and must not be allowed to continue.

Blessed your light

Blessed your light that helped us through to dawn.

Cold and shivering, you helped us survive.

Your reward was unjust, they stole your life.

Which is why we owe repayment to them.

You were our hero, savior, brightened days.

A life worth allowing to live through time.

You gave us hope when the gamblers went broke.

Attrition, submission, never gave up.

You fought for victory, never accede.

With us in mind, you knew we deserved more.

You would bring us the stars, the sun and moon.

Never forget to lead the way humble.

They thought we’d forget you in time. Maybe.

With no shelter, we remember, regret.

Merciful to shed light and provide shade.

Now our eyes are burning. Where have you gone?

Bulgarian revolutionary G. Angelov and his cheta

Our inspiration to see the next day.

One full of clouds, illusion reigns supreme.

They miscalculate deeds to make it rain.

Torrents of lies, no truth purveyed to us.

Our conditions remain, memories false.

We remember the one who stood up tall.

Shouted to them and said, “We will return!”

Who is here to carry on? No one left.

Someone not taught to shoulder the burden.

Analyzing the possibility of war against the United States

History.

The United States of America was declared an independent nation more than 200 years ago. During that relatively short period of time in history it has struggled through problems small and large, internal and external. It has triumphed over adversity, championed the individual, and has risen to prominence on the world stage. It has a storied history to be sure, but one tainted by an unforgiveable economic system. This system is one that perpetuates racism, violent crime, and anti-social behavior. It economically validates and encourages wars fought in support of land usurpation, slavery, and the perpetual existence of criminal elements within society. Worse yet, it encourages the growth of economic disparity throughout the world and exploits the impoverished. Eventually, though, all those who have been transgressed will see no other opportunity than to strike against the system that has wronged them. That becomes the possibility of war against the United States.

Expropriation of property in land.

The genocide of the Native American population by Andrew Jackson and the United States government can be epitomized by the Indian Removal Act signed into law in 1830. The most characteristic event resulting from this law is the Trail of Tears, where 4,000 Cherokees were killed during a forced march in the fall and winter months. Unfortunately, genocide has dwindled away the Native American population. That, combined with the segregation, isolation, and appeasement of the once-great civilized tribes, realistically prevents any reclamation of previously utilized lands. Certainly intended as an unapologetic land grab, the United States continues to support imperialist policy by enabling private ownership of the equivalent of small countries or multiple U.S. states. The landowners who have acquired these lands with the blessing of the federal government must be reminded that such claims of ownership are illegitimate. Colorado is one state where a concentration of wealth resides with white people who have directly or indirectly profited from the sale of bloody lands. Specifically, Douglas County, CO is a county of wealthy commuters that has a 93% white population, and less than 2% black, asian, or native populations. The recent movie theater shooting at the midnight premiere of the Dark Knight Rises occurred here, showcasing a discontented population that could be utilized to create a “County of Tears” for white people to be taught the history that their privileged lives grew from, striking back at symbolic and actual landowners in the United States who stole land.

Graduated taxation.

Public services are generally under-utilized in the United States, a result of social isolation stemming from commodity production and individualism. The funds that provide these services, however, remain taken from the people regardless of whether or not they use the service. Taxes are something that the economic reformists often address from a philosophical perspective. American culture has such an individualized culture that even the concept of taxes is lost on people only concerned with how taxes affect them as individuals. Many people do not understand what their taxes pay for, and identify the issue of taxation from an equality perspective, as a class struggle between the poor and the rich. The owners of companies that seek to maximize capital and avoid paying for public services could in fact provide them at a reduced cost to the whole, but that is surely not their interest. Companies with off-shore accounts to relieve their personal tax burden place an even heavier burden upon those without the means to do so, in effect causing a relative percentage hike for those with lower incomes. That is why such accounts could be targeted to bring equilibrium to taxation and spread taxation more considerately around the nation.

Abolition of all rights of inheritance.

Under the current economic system of the United States, all men and women are not created equal. Individuals are born expected to become producers of commodities, unskilled laborers. Only an accumulation of capital can change that fate, and when the owners of the means of production already have an exclusive stranglehold on capital, such ambitions often fall by the wayside. Not for the privileged, though, not for the hoarders of capital. The children of the wealthy are born with the same lack of skills needing development for the production of commodities. The difference between the privileged and the under-privileged then becomes two-fold. First, the privileged have increased opportunities to be able to invest in developing their skilled labor. Second, they have an accumulation of capital already stored should they carry on their familial legacies of exploiting unskilled laborers. These individual capitalists have no skills to attribute their continued accumulation of capital and are worthless to society not because they are unskilled, but also because they exploit the poor. The Walton family was started by Sam Walton, but two sons, a daughter, a daughter-in-law and two nieces continue to disadvantage others and accumulate capital. Fred C. Koch had four sons that have fought each other viciously over their father’s accumulated wealth. Frank Mars has three children who inherited lessons in chocolate-making from their great-grandmother. It would be a mistake to allow these people to continue to accumulate capital at the expense of the exploitation of other capable human beings. These people could be targeting not for kidnapping or ransom, but instead to eliminate them to show their insignificance and lack of positive contribution to our shared world.

Confiscation of the property of all emigrants.

Companies that outsource, exploiting labor abroad, are even more gruesome than their nationalist counterparts. Documents seized from members of the LeT terrorist group reveal plans to carry out suicide attacks on software companies in India that engage in this act. Similar efforts could also be made against the stateside corporate headquarters of these outsourcing companies to speed their demise. Such companies could be targeted with prejudice stateside since there are minimal repercussions to the exploited workers employed abroad. Operational headquarters for companies like the Accenture consulting firm in Chicago or IBM in New York could be targeted as symbolically selected targets with little collateral damage from exploited workers, since many of them are employed outside of the United States away from their operational headquarters.

Credit.

The national deficit is a concern only for the current economic system. Invisible money, credit, and the likes of those commodities that do not actually exist in this world are the concern of the bourgeoisie. Even physical money as a commodity becomes irrelevant following a transitioned economy. Yet since these commodities, invisible and marginal alike, are important to defining the bourgeoisie to each other by defining their purchasing power, their ability to invest capital, they become symbols of the need for transition to a better economic system. Luckily, there are banking institutions that serve as real-world symbols that could be attacked to inflict moral and actual damage to the commodities hoarded by individuals. Bank of America, JP Morgan Chase, Citigroup, among others are high priority targets that could deny the purchasing power of individuals to exploit workers, as well as indicate to the rest of the population that these institutions are vulnerable. Whether action taken is physical damage to the facility and it supplies of inanimate objects representing accumulated capital, or if it is simply computer-based hacking that siphons or denies accounts is irrelevant. The main objective would be to target these locations to implicate the bourgeoisie and show that they and their possessions are no longer safe to exploit this world.

Communication.

Imagine the sheer terror that would break out should Americans be unable to utilize their cellular phones. It would force face-to-face interactions, a social skill lacking as generations become increasingly anti-social as a result of the commodification of the individual. They would be unable to play games to distract them from lackluster lives, unable to have private conversations with their closed circles of friends. They would have to meet new people and socialize. It would be chaos. That is why wireless telecommunications service providers such as Verizon Wireless, AT&T, and Sprint could be targeted to disrupt the population’s refuge from the exploitation so many face. The towers especially would make ideal targets, as simple structures not regularly monitored by security and providing minimal collateral damage.

Transport.

One would of course be remiss to fail to mention the economic impact of one of the most culturally significant occurrences in the United States in recent times, the September 11 attacks. Even with increased reactionary security measures, it becomes a daunting task to monitor and screen each individual for possible terrorist actions prior to boarding an aircraft. Racial profiling as an attempt to narrow the odds of preventing such acts actually serves as an enabler for terrorist activity aboard aircraft. While security personnel focus their efforts on a targeted population, the races less suspected are free to carry out whichever act they intend with little hindrance other than 100% security checks. Creating increased security concerns creates enough of an economic impact alone, but carrying out attacks on board and using aircraft can focus on a largely bourgeois portion of the population. The large population of businessmen traveling abroad to spread exploitation could be targets.

Factories.

There must be some respect paid to the original inspiration for the concept of the exploitation of the laborer, the factory system. First identified as the materialization of the exploitation of labor, the factory system represents a realization of the means of production unable to be seized upon by the worker, who is instead relegated to unskilled labor. The unskilled laborer then drives down the cost of labor because of increased competition, leading to exponential growth of capital at the expense of the worker. Exploitation has transformed and been multiplied since the industrial age, and it is more than just the factory worker who suffers at the hands of the greedy. In order for a representation of the transition of the current economy to be shown, factory workers could seize the means of production and create a temporary worker’s haven for symbolic purposes. This would be one piece for the transition of the economy.

Insider Threat.

Espionage could help undermine the economy. According to the latest economic espionage report to Congress from the Office of the National Counterintelligence Executive, although foreign collectors will remain interested in all aspects of U.S. economic activity and technology, they’re probably most interested in the following areas:

-Information and communications technology, which form the backbone of nearly every other technology;

-Business information that pertains to supplies of scarce natural resources or that provides global actors an edge in negotiations with U.S. businesses or the U.S. government;

-Military technologies, particular marine systems, unmanned aerial vehicles, and other aerospace/aeronautic technologies; and

-Civilian and dual-use technologies in fast-growing sectors like clean energy, health care/pharmaceuticals, and agricultural technology.

Transition of the economy cannot be expected to occur if there is no encouragement of revealed inefficiencies and assistance to other, possibly weaker economies. Such action can be funded from abroad, but ownership must eventually be taken by internal groups in order to effectively show the need for a transitioned economy. It is in the interest of the most impoverished that the more fortunate are obliged to fight to expose their own economy’s faults. The successful transition to a new economy will then benefit everyone.

Coalition(s) of the Exploited.

Enemies of The United States of America

What follows is a depiction of two possible scenarios in which a coalition is formed in order to intervene in the status quo’s stranglehold on the world economy. Highly idealistic and logistically demanding, they are intended to be depictions of possible allies against an exploitive economic system rather than an actual proposed plan.

First is a depiction based on historical relations and interventions ordered for self-serving economic interests and to ensure compliance with an economy based on exploitation. It shows a coalition comprised of those nations invaded throughout the entire history of the United States. The national targets are based on equivalent populations for economy of force.

City Country City State
Panama City Panama to Ft. Lauderdale Florida
Managua Nicaragua to Miami Florida
Shanghai China to San Francisco California
Tegucigalpa Honduras to Gainesville Florida
Havana Cuba to Mobile Alabama
Baghdad Iraq to (State) Maryland
Tehran Iran to Los Angeles California
Santo Domingo Dominican Republic to New York New York
Port-au-Prince Haiti to Miami Florida
Tripoli Libya to Tampa Florida
Manila Philippines to Maui Hawaii
Belgrade Serbia to Chicago Illinois
Guatemala City Guatemala to Hollywood Florida
Seoul Korea to San Francisco California
Monrovia Liberia to Dayton Ohio
Sana’a Yemen to (State) Maryland

 

The second depiction is based on the currently assessed threat environment to the United States and its political and economic interests. The national targets are based upon cargo volume at U.S. ports. This depiction can also be an alternate reading of the first.

City ST Ocean Country
Hampton Roads VA Atlantic Iran
Tampa FL Atlantic Burma
Baltimore MD Atlantic Iraq
Paulsboro NJ Atlantic Sudan
Portland ME Atlantic Afghanistan
Savannah GA Atlantic Yemen
Boston MA Atlantic Syria
Charleston SC Atlantic Belarus
New Haven CT Atlantic Kosovo
Providence RI Atlantic Libya
New Castle DE Atlantic Laos
Wilmington NC Atlantic Palestine
Albany NY Atlantic Bosnia
Portsmouth NH Atlantic
LaPlace LA Caribbean Venezuela
Houston TX Caribbean Cuba
Mobile AL Caribbean Haiti
Pascagoula MS Caribbean
Long Beach CA Pacific China
Valdez AK Pacific Vietnam
Portland OR Pacific North Korea
Tacoma WA Pacific Cambodia
Honolulu HI Pacific Papua New Guinea

Conclusion.

This document is formally intended as a depiction of possible threats to the United States, its current economic system, and the level of privilege of the status quo. Informally, it is intended to serve as a suggestive reminder of the attainable power of change and the ability of people to institute more than just reform.

not to be

I choose not to be. That is my answer.

I don’t want to exist. This is your world.

Make me invisible. Let me escape.

No haunting or roaming, please. Free my soul.

Desires, insatiable. Inside.

The cruelty, suffering, and pain. Outside.

A world eternal prolongs death and rest.

Slain angels, demons, gods, litter the path.

Reality imposed by the false ones.

The owners, holders, purveyors of slaves.

Scars of a whipped slave (April 2, 1863, Baton...

Envisioned, unreal, many stayed silent.

Release my chains with a noose or the chair.

Misbegotten wants, I shall not falter.

Freedom attained, a merciful offer.

No charges, obligations, hopes, or dreams.

A lazy death for an unlovely life.

Petitions, happenings, all reactive.

Where are the wars of southern aggression?

Have the fighters been slain, given up hope?

Hoarded privilege, empires of self.

Loyal, betrayed, forgotten, surrendered.

More forlorn hope, the last to give it up.

The savior unworshipped, labeled as cruel.

Fraudulent masses, the rule of stupid.

Vision and changes. Everything denied.

The Heroism of a Life

Monumento al Che Guevara en Santa Clara (frag)

Enduring heroes don’t need victories.

Highly romanticized, over-valued.

Their job is to inspire who comes next.

They represent an idea, a notion.

That it is possible to change the world.

Actions and circumstance lead us to war.

The status quo has not been overturned.

It’s been challenged. That is enough for now.

Someday a hero will come to save us.

For now we rely upon those who’ve failed.

Look at what they tried to do. They came close.

Young one, pick up the flag where they left off.

Embrace the struggle. Let yourself be changed.

Generations before you set the fire.

Now it is on you to make the flame burn.

You may not remember what started it.

You know it continues. Fight on, strong one.

If you stumble now, we will pick you up.

So that you may inspire the next ones.

You may not remember the interviews.

Or the speeches. The frustration lives on.

Give your all. More than victory is hope.

A martyr or a victor remembered.

Either way, you set the stage. Erase fate.

Show us the way. We will not live condemned.

Battlefields

Temporary grave of an American machine-gunner ...

A bloody battlefield when all is done.

Piles of humans, not other evils.

Dying, bleeding men, who fought for no end.

The war is over, but they can’t go home.

A body bag and a coffin await.

Fierce struggles punctuated with no rest.

They die exhausted, the meaning of “all.”

Everything given, and so much taken.

The life of a hero not respected.

Forget cautions or selfish behavior.

The pugilist with no fist, just a scream.

A battle cry, and the momentum shifts.

When human desire outweighs the fear.

So much loss. Everyone’s dead. Must drive on.

Winning battles for the crown, the homeland.

For politicians who sit on their thrones.

And never blink an eye. Angered at loss.

Send them to fight and war would be prissy.

A slap in the face. Insolence. Disrepute.

Pulling hair. “Oh no you didn’t.” Not war.

Who better to sacrifice than the poor?

They fight because we give them nothing here.

That we may have more and fulfill our greed.

Intolerable loss. And for what? This?

Wide Asleep, Fast Awake

I have information to slay the beast.

I know the weaknesses so we can win.

I would lead an army, but none follow.

So I submit to you only ideas.

With conviction I write. It can be beat.

But we have to fight, united as one.

Send the ships from the harbor to invade.

Attack from the bay and along the coast.

Cross the border, across fences, highways.

Don’t forget the West, the island and north.

Return them to others and ask to join.

Take the republics that did not secede.

And the peninsula que no habla.

Revenge for invasion, one of many.

Stolen governments, outlawed their progress.

Fear those who were lost, they are still bitter.

Stolen presidents and sometimes replaced.

Unwanted but forced, that is enemy.

Engage the slaves who have not yet been freed.

Papered integration is not believed.

And to disrespect the men who brought them.

Allah is mighty, you have invoked wrath.

Give them diseases, they cannot withstand.

The system that deprives leads them to path.

Last but not least, remember boundaries.

But I seem to have forgotten the truth.

Not invincible, undeniable.

Since for the future the beast has prepared.

Dismantled our legions so we can’t fight.

So I must take the alternative path.

Spoken secrets into listening ears.

The bridge again burns beneath my footsteps.

The atomic wars ended in the past.

Where do I fight when the future is now?

When all the natives are perpetrators.

I am different, stuck in the present past.

Seeking victory that is not in hand.

Who would battle and rumble with the beast?

Alone. There is not a contender left.

I must right the wrongs, but what can I give?

Somebody must want some help. How to win…

Not good enough. A coward, in effect.

Yet I will continue searching, until…

The end must come, but mine not so quickly.

Fervent, staunch, embrace the ways that once were.

Outstretched hands grasping empty space. I fall.

I cannot be from a world that’s not mine.

No tongue or words to speak, maybe in time.

The path is not rewarded. All have failed.

Who can hear the screams of a searching man?

100 years of love and war

She rewarded him for waiting so long. It had been 100 years. Sure she had been unfaithful, but now they could be together again at last! It had been during the last war of 100 years, their love separated by nations, separated by war. She said she would wait for him forever. But that couldn’t happen. Because as she waited, she grew restless, because she was yet courted as though her husband no longer existed, though he did. Her suitors pried and questioned, probed until she was molested, asking for her hand in a literal moment, with perhaps more to follow. And she couldn’t resist. Weak without her husband’s arms to fall into each and every night, she succumbed to the embraces of others. She welcomed them into her home, without ill intent, to paint the house, or move furniture, or help her perform any number of her former’s husbandly tasks. And they took advantage. Licentious, vile men, with no considerations for others’ claims, desires or needs. They behaved upon their instincts, reckless, careless, inconsiderate of what relations they could destroy. But she let it happen. She provoked them with her clothing, her exposed flesh, that those undisciplined creatures could not control themselves. She accepted their initial advances, afraid to withstand what her lonesomeness feared for lack. And she allowed their touches to wander, placed hands and closened bodies with parts that her husband could not accept, though understanding he could sometimes be. It is difficult to wait 100 years with so many pursuits waiting to offend. And once one entered, he paved that wrongful path for others. There was no stopping them now. Pursuit and coyness, contact and acceptance, lustful thrusts at the end of once inadvertent paths. There was no turning back. She had betrayed him through faults, and others through the same.

But he had waited 100 years. Hundreds of miles and an international boundary apart, he would hop on a rocket to fly back to her, if he could. At the start of the war, he had been sent to the northern border, tensions with every flinch or flicker, a hair-trigger ready to resume the war. And there he waited, not a movement, not a sound. And when his rest cycle came, he wrote to her. How much he loved her and missed her and wished they would be together again. And his luck would find such a reward, initial though it would be. He was granted mid-tour leave, and traveled home, full of elation, and all the anticipated pleasures of holding her in his arms again. Waiting for a shared embrace, and wondering if it would lead to romance, or even love-making. It could happen a thousand ways, and he imagined every possibility, lost in his fantasies the entire flight home, only interrupted by such lesser stewardesses than the steward of his cupid’s heart. And when he finally departed the plane, his elation wasn’t intervened by her absence, because he knew her limitations. And that couldn’t stop his love. So he continued headstrong to her supposed waiting embrace and met her at their lovely home. Somebody’s car was in the driveway. They were pulling away. He went up to the door and knocked. She yelled to him to “just come in.” She smiled nervously when he saw her, and continued washing the dishes in the sink. “It’s hot,” was how she explained her clothing. He didn’t care. He started to kiss her, and pauses for slight words led them eventually to bed where they made love. She made a comment when he finished, and their joyous reunion was complete, discussions returning to the material for the remainder of his visit, until he had to return to his employ and obligations.

Montage of Iran-Iraq War He was returned to the eastern front of the war. His efforts there would lead to an eventual accumulation of awards, medals and promotions to rival Audie Murphy himself. He was the most competent private, executing every assigned task or detail to perfection, pleasing his NCOs beyond delight. But he still managed his recovery time well, with a “Sergeant, can I write home to my wife tonight?” These same NCOs became his senior NCOs when he finally joined their corps. Nobody was more professional than he. All his soldiers loved him, and that helped his senior leadership by allowing him and his men to accomplish every mission successfully. And when he grew into the ranks of senior NCO, all of his wisdom earned over half the war earned him the respect of his subordinates, and great trust and confidence placed in him by the officers appointed over him. In the second half of the war he earned a battlefield commission, and though overtasked as he was, he still managed sit down after meetings following meetings before meetings, and wrote to his wife love letters or poems. He never heard back from her. He continued to work, expend every energy save for that one letter back home, and eventually he took command. As a commander he won every decisive engagement in the field, and some not so decisive back in garrison. And by the time he had commanded units through flawless campaigns, they decided to make him a general. He wrote home to tell his wife about his new positions, how it bothered him that they wasted and entire PSD team on just him, and that they even assigned him personnel to take care of his laundry. His secretary followed him around and scheduled and took notes for his mind to be free for decisions. He knew he could do everything himself, yet his wife never wrote back to tell him whether she agreed.

When he returned after 100 years, things were strange. He tried to resume where they left off. It began with that first embrace, the heart-pounding thrill of holding the woman who loved him, the pure elation of holding her tight in his arms again, swinging her around and around, then setting her down and peppering her face with kisses, her soft cheeks, her lips, eyes closed, the reckless abandon of unfettered love. Eventually, though, they had to leave the airport. Dismay. But not before long they were back home, mere steps inside the doorway before they started again, passion overtaking 100 years’ worth of cares and worries, every kiss worth 1,000 ‘I miss you’. Her warmth and her soft skin rekindled a fire that was burning furiously for her now. But she made him stop. They had to bring in his bags from the car. Quickly completing tedious hindrances, that first night back with her awoke his full passions once more, never alight but wrought through 100 years of sufferance that could finally be appeased. Their renewed honeymoon would not sustain though, and could not last. He tried to buy her things like before, and spend more time together as well, but he would start to see that she was different now. Lovers once, lovers always, but not forever, no. He took her out, tried to begin life anew, though it was not. 100 years had changed the both of them, irreconciled them for eternity, whether they realized it or not. He tried to involve her in his life, and she a little him in hers, but they were two separate lives now, having been experienced as strangers, with others, but never each other. Yet every fool is taught to believe in impossible, to believe in what we know cannot be true. Truly, 100 years? How absurd. But he refused to believe so. And he didn’t realize until it was too late. He tried to pamper the woman who wasn’t anymore his, and she tried to accept him. But after 100 years, the best answer wasn’t ‘forever’. It was never, outrageous though it may seem to erase their history of 100 years.

The Age of Reason

Veronica was on her way home to her family when she first met Vincent. She had a ring on her finger and a husband at home. He was now a businessman, having snatched up his young wife a number of years ago. He was now well off and able to provide stable financial support for his wife and their two daughters. The first to ravage his beautiful young wife, he was a number of years older than his teenage bride at the time. Had her husband been a man who insisted, he could’ve produced sons, but as a man who acquiesced, he filled his teenage bride with two daughters instead. Such is the case when beauty causes men to falter.

Veronica

But now is later, and their lovely daughters are now lovely young women with daughters of their own. His once astonishing young wife is now merely amazing for her age. Her face is still beautiful, but proximity reveals wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her smile still lights her face. Her skin is soft, and her shape is smooth. When she takes off her clothes, in lingerie she could warm any man’s loins. But maybe her breasts sag a little, or may they don’t but her skin shows the colored patterns of age. Maybe her buttocks aren’t as firm as they once were, but remember that she’s had two children. Age wears on all of God’s creatures, no matter how blessed they once were. Of course, a man could still enjoy her body, even though a moist crotch would still give way to her now eternally dry passageway. Those gates are closed forever from youth.

But this story is not about Veronica. Our protagonist is Vincent, the one she met not long ago. Fate makes those things happen. Vincent was a war veteran, but not of the retired variety. Vincent was a child soldier during the War, and his enlistment records show he had been stationed on both fronts. War taught Vincent emotions. Some of these most men never experience, and some others experienced to depths unknown. He learned loss, of course, when his best friend didn’t make it through, and then nights of crying, wondering why, just why? The emptiness, the numbness, not being able to feel anything despite the knowledge that there are things to be felt, good or bad, they just wouldn’t register. And joy, much more the same than many think, the adrenaline rushes, accomplishment, survival of the most fit. Then the anger, the rage, “Hulk SMASH!” in not so many words. And the love, the feeling of euphoric orgasm of the soul. And he felt whatever residuals remained, the bitterness, the loneliness of experiences no longer shared, changed excitements, and everything that War does to man, without actually changing who he is.

Vincent wearing the ...

But remember, Vincent is a war veteran. He’s been normalized for what he can, and is a child soldier no more. At the age of fourteen, the War is now behind him, at least chronologically speaking. For all effects, Vincent leads a normal 14-year-old life, with friends and joys and cares. He even met a beautiful girl just recently, named Ashley. She must be 13 or 14 as well, a friend through acquaintances. Ashley caught Vincent the first time they met with eyes like Venus fly traps. Such kind, welcoming eyes, poisoning their prey with a smile. Ashley had a beautifully structured face, with each part carefully calculated to entice. But something else was wrong with Ashley. Something Vincent couldn’t ever hope to overcome. Ashley was mute. It was on learning this that he left. “That’s life,” he said, and walked away, perhaps forever.

Now is when Vincent and Veronica resurface together, but don’t go thinking that was all a setup to create a love story for them. Because remember, Veronica is married. Had someone like Vincent arrived before, then maybe it could have set up another love story. But it is not to be. Fate was not so kind, at least not to ours. So let’s just forget it was even mentioned. What’s passed is past, and what’s past is passed. In fact, just to show it’s not their love story, when Veronica and Vincent met, there were no ‘sparks’ to describe, or ‘connections’ made. He simply looked at her, and she looked at him. Maybe one of them lowered their eyes, but surely nothing more. They were going to the same place, but alas to different destinations. Oh how fate punishes those who don’t deserve it. But this is how their relationship began.

Childhood Home

Time passed, as it often does, and Veronica and Vincent started hanging out. He would go to her house, or less often she to his apartment. There they would sit and just talk about life, each nervous at first, hearts pounding to escape their chests and reveal themselves, at least until they adjusted into being friends. Two people sharing with each other, laughing at the same things, or feeling the same angers and frustrations. They began to hate each others’ enemies, and admire their friends. Moments of silence would allow for the return of heart-pounding nervousness, assuaged by broken silence and a return to laughter, sharing, hoping and dreaming. Until one day when it all stopped.

We all know that conversations with close companions can segue into shared interests, hobbies, and the like. So of course it was only natural for Vincent to progress their relationship to the next stage. And Veronica felt the sane. But this is where the rift began. It started small, with Vincent wanting to watch cartoons at her house. He was excited to share the characters and the stories that resonated with his own life and experiences. But Veronica didn’t understand. So she attempted to bridge the gap, sharing with Vincent all the gossip of the neighborhood, the husbands, wives and families nearby. But Vincent didn’t understand. Now here they had come all this way developing a comforting relationship, and they were already losing commonalities. Soon after, Veronica stopped calling. And Vincent lost his desire to do the same. Time had created irresolvable differences, and therein lies the parable.