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N.O. (Nonsensical Oblivion)


Don’t mistake my silence for stupidity. Stupidity is an arrogant baby. Arrogant babies obviously don’t know what they’re talking about, yet believe they do. Much like the gamers that spend hours of their lives playing Modern Warfare believing they understand the mechanics of war or could even do a better job than the people who are actually risking their lives, watching their comrades die, killing other people. To them this isn’t another game that can simply be paused or turned off for sandwich time. This Is War. Ignorance seems to be bliss So let’s pretend we live in a world: Where the intelligent are idolized Where greed doesn’t reside over anyone Where human civil rights aren’t still being debated upon Where teenagers with more than 15 years of education don’t speak or write as if they live in a country with a literacy rate of 10 % In reality we live where the opposite is true, it has yet come for US to rue. So let’s spoon-feed answers to the masses so critical thinking skills become absolutely obsolete, let’s continue playing this game of Russian Roulette with the barrel fully loaded. The problem with this world is the closed minded have such open mouths Imagine a mind bound so tightly with tiny screws of misconceptions holding the thin layer of understanding around it. With thick titanium straps of stereotypes wrapped throughout those misconceptions holding it in place. Electrified barbed wires of bigotry intertwined with these straps. Finally encased with a diamond shell of ignorance. Level of Ignorance= Sudden death round Someone is bound to take you out, if thou werest to open the mouth and removeth all doubt. I speak when I have something of value to say, not because I just have to say something. This is ‘Murrica and I speak ‘Murrican.
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