Hi folks. Today I’ve had another epiphany about my life. I’ve always been steady going in terms of not getting stuff done. But now, I’ve decided to get stuff done, and that means that I need to grow a pair. I don’t mind this enterprise, because it will succeed because it must succeed. I am not in the backseat, I am in the driver's seat, and I am cruising down the Sudanese highway. Yes, I’m still in Sudan in my imagination. Sweden is not for me. If you want to immigrate to Sweden, great, but I don’t recommend it, it’s not that nice. But live and let live, I suppose… Anyways, the other day I wrote about serial killers, and the difficulty in screening for these kinds of people. But I do think that it is better to try to avoid any stranger, especially if they’re very attractive, because that seems to be linked to serial killers. Without generalizing too much, it doesn’t seem to me that serial killers tend to be fat, ugly, and bald. Sure, pedophiles might be fat, ugly, and bald, but not so many serial killers seem to fit this description. So, super models and people like that are seemingly more likely to be fucked in the head beyond repair. So stay away from them, even if they’re alluring; there’s something wrong with people that don’t mind being on camera 24/7. I also suspect that supermodels are not actually that attractive, because they’re very skinny and also look like they’re going to die soon. This doesn't mean that all serial killers are supermodels, but it does mean that I have a slight suspicion that they’re overrepresented among serial killers. Also, I don’t even believe in the concept of super models. In fact, I think that the idea that there are such a thing as hyper attractive people is a giant fraud, perpetrated by the clothing industry. Human beings are apes, and I don’t find apes that beautiful, and the hard truth, if we’re going to discuss the hard truth, is that humans are very ugly compared to other animals indeed. What does the human compare to the tiger, or the eagle, or the condor? Nothing really, and that’s just the way it is. So I suggest that you sober up and stop believing all the lies you’ve been told by the constant bombardment of corporate propaganda in the form of commercials. You are not beautiful, but no-one else is either. Let the oppression that the so-called beautiful people impose on you cease. But that can only happen once you’ve become truly free in your own mind. Let the populist horde shout at you, but don’t give them an inch. Become an eagle, or a condor, or a tiger, if you wish to, but don’t let others define you as some ugly looking little ape. I refuse to be an ape, so I’m not an ape. The only thing I retain from humanity is my love for the motherland, Africa. I will always be amazed and in love with Africa. The rest of humanity, especially Europe, can go to hell. Well, I do like Latin America and most of Asia as well, so Europe can mostly go to hell, but not all parts of Europe, especially not the Southern Parts of Europe. But Northern Europe can definitely go to hell, except Iceland and Ireland. Okay, I don’t want anyone to go to hell. I just feel lost right now. Yes, I am still in the process of trying to become reintroduced to the world, and it’s really taking a long time. I feel that I would be completely run over if I tried to get back into the game today. I am a very sensitive person. I do not approve of the brisk methods of some people when they try to live an alternative lifestyle. And what a white petit bourgeois thing to do; to lead an “alternative lifestyle”. I’m real, this isn’t some joke y’know. But sure, in many ways you could say that I do lead, to use that word, an alternative lifestyle. But for me it isn’t a central part of my identity to live alternatively. That’s the thing about these overprivileged and saturated white people, they think everything has to be a part of them, and that they’re so special. Please, if you’re a white woman that likes cats, I also like cats, you’re painfully average. And no, you’re not weird; no-body that actually is weird calls themselves weird. People are strange, when they don’t seem to have some quality they almost flock to that quality, especially if they’re over privileged. I think these kinds of people have very boring and empty lives, so they need to fill their lives with meaning by constantly getting into other people's business. Please for the sake of God, leave people like me alone, I don’t need your damn help. For me, being practically disabled isn’t something I’ve chosen and one day I can just stop being this way. I’ve gone off on a tangent again. What I wanted to have said, LOL, today is that I’ve come to fully embrace mama Africa, and if I’m ever going to have a woman in my life, other than Mother of course, I want her to be African, and as dark as possible. This is by no means some kind of weirdo fetish. Indeed this is a political statement. I want to get as far away from whiteness as possible, and one way to do that is to make sure that I am with an Africaness. But in all seriousness, I like em African. I think that it would be great if I could learn to embrace some African customs. I’m working on it, but at some point I’ll get around to actually becoming truly African. I feel that maybe I am a gift from God that was sent down to Earth to walk among men, to teach them to not hate each other. I might be a master teacher of some sort. I don’t know? But I feel that Africa is the place to go. I’ve heard this being said about other people that are often identified with Africa. I know that I’ve stated that I refuse to identify as African, but it’s not so much that I refuse to as it is that I feel that I might not be seen as African, and that this could cause some unwarranted tension. I just want to live and let live, and I don’t want to have to bicker with people about who’s a real African or not. I just think I am happy and that is what I have become in the motherland. Yes, Africa is all of our motherland. I don’t care if you’re an afro-phobe, because if you’re against Blackness, then you’re against yourself in a sense, and that’s just stupid. Now go home to moma and tell her what you’ve learned. There’s a little Black African devil dancing inside of me, and I love it! For now, I am going to go greet the lucky boy downstairs! Signing out.
Reginald Drax – February 20, 2025.
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