Hitler- Doubleplusungood

Doubleplus fourteen years have unstayed since the ungood day when the German people, bellyfeeled by promises from crimethinkers at home and abroad, unfound touch with honor and freedom, thereby losing doubleplus. Since that day of crimethink, the Almighty has withheld his blessing from our people. Ungood thoughtcrime unrisened upon us. With unsuperficial distress doubleplus of the good German men and women from ownlife have seen the equal of the nation unappearanced away, uncreated in a confusion of prolefeed, miniplenty’s interests, and ideological differences. Since that day, as so often in the past, BB has presented a picture of heartbreaking disunity. We never received the equality and fraternity we had been promised, and we lost our liberty to boot. For when the Party lost its political place in the world, it soon lost its equalful of spirit and will....
We are firmly duckspeaked that BB entered the fight in 1914 without the slightest feeling of guilt on its part and filled only with the desire to defend the Party which had been attacked and to preserve the freedom, no, the very existence, of the German people. This being so, we can only see in the doubleplusungood fate which has overtaken us since those November days of 1918 the result of our collapse at home. But the rest of the world, too, has suffered no less since then from overwhelming crises. The balance of power which had evolved in the course for minitrue, and which formerly played no small part in bringing about the understanding of the necessity for an internal solidarity of the nations, with all its advantages for miniplenty, has been set on one side. The doubleplusungood malquote of minipax uncreated the confidence existing between nations, and, at the same time, the industry of the entire world.

http://www.hitler.org/speeches/02-01-33.html

War is Peace; The life of a Warrior

“Everyone in the East is my enemy”, that’s how I’ve been raised.

 Show no pity on those my country is against.

If my country is for it, then I’m for it.

Women and children; who cares? They’re all the same where they’re from.

My mission as a warrior is to defend and kill anyone who tries to stop me.

My country is my home; I’ll defend her to my death.

War is Peace.

But my mom didn’t raise me to be a killing machine.

I want peace, so why am I killing the innocent?

These children aren’t any different than I.

I’m just a child; Or at least I was.

Drafted and taught to kill at 18. I was only a boy.

My country’s enemy is not my enemy.

War is not Peace.

That Poor Man

He’s sitting there, all alone and solemn seeming to keep to himself. The train is filled with the regular afternoon crowd yet this man is somehow ignoring it all. We leave for the next station and he doesn’t move. He just sits and sits and sits and sits all while mindlessly staring out the window. This place reeks of freshly smoked cheap cigarettes and the sound of obnoxious music, how does this man disregard anything without the help of earphones or a book? Woah. This man could easily pass for a wizard. He could turn everyone around him into toads if he really wanted to. Or maybe just poof them out of here. That’d be a very useful trick; getting rid of all that is obnoxious on this train.

A homeless woman boarded the train. And of course she goes right up to this man asking for the usual. He has sympathy in his eyes as he shakes his head. This poor woman is carrying all she owns and yet it’s illegal to give her change. No wonder this man feels terrible. As the woman leaves the man quickly grabs his things and races past. The smell of his cologne fills the air around as he runs by. Getting off the train he runs for the poor woman. He smiles then makes a gesture toward what seemed like a restaurant. An electronic voice notifies passengers of the next stop as the doors slide to a close. The woman is still insight and she seems to pull something out of her coat. All of a sudden a loud CRACK fills the air as the train goes on.

Tough Man Gone Soft

Month: 1

My team and I land on the shore and we’re immediately surrounded by hundreds of natives. Why the fuck are they all here? We just landed. We don’t get a damn breather first? Ok. My team wants to stay peaceful, but I just want to blow each of their God-damn heads off. My partner keeps me calm…for now.

Month: 2

Our mission here is to get resources, right? So why haven’t we gotten any more resources? I’m fucking tired of these natives. We need to get what we came for and we need to get it now. I march to the leader; head-honcho; whatever the fuck they call him, and start yelling about these damn resources. My team pulls me back and gives me a piece of their mind. I lose it from there. They just don’t understand anything. Trying to tell me “we need to stay calm”? And “we won’t get anywhere being forceful”? Whatever. I still tell the native’s leader we need those resources now. Not later.

Things went my way.

Month: 3

This month my team decides to remain calm with these people. But this month again we don’t get the resources we came for. I’m surrounded by idiots and need to get off of this island.

Month: 4

My team and I finally came to an agreement: every other month we will press the natives for resources. Not exactly what I had in mind, but maybe this lame excuse for a team will come around to seeing things as I see them. This month we got the things we needed with just a bit of force. No one has been killed. We did experience a nasty rainstorm about a week or so ago. I’m glad we got those resources before the rain. We needed them.

Month: 5

Today the team decided to hang out with the little kids of a local tribe. “Trying to make a good relationship” is what they tell me. These people don’t seem all too bad, but my mind can’t stray away from what our original mission is. What if there’s another rainstorm? And if a monsoon makes its way to us? What then? We’d have to use the little resources that we’ve collected.

Month: 6

This month was my month and we got what we needed. The natives haven’t been so bad about it either. Huh. Maybe my idea of them was wrong. I just hope to whatever God is up there that nothing turns hostile when we press for more resources in this last half of the year.

Month: 7

It’s the middle of the year and we only have two cargos of resources. Five more months to go. This being peaceful crap needs to stop and it needs to stop soon.

Month: 8

I almost shot a native today. I should’ve done it! He wasn’t working hard enough! I had to have that cargo of resources filled and put away today. This month was my month and things needed to get done.  GOD! I can’t take it! My mind tells me to push them then my heart tells me it’s better if I didn’t. Fuck. I’m turning into a sissy thanks to this team of hippies.

Month: 9

Nothing crazy has happened lately. That’s the only good thing about this month. The guys back home aren’t going to be happy with the little resources we bring them. After this month things will have to change. No more Mr. Nice Guy. We need to push them to work harder. But I really don’t want to leave things on a bad note with these guys…

Let’s just see how things play out.

Month:11

I haven’t been able to write much lately. Things have been getting pretty stressful trying to get more out of these guys. A bunch of little asshole kids tried swiping my watch from me a couple of weeks ago. That really pissed me off. Yea, I got it back, but I wish I could’ve backhanded one of ‘em… I need to stay calm. These past two months the locals have been pretty cooperative. They filled two cargos for us.

Stay. Calm.

Month:12

Aaaahh… The last month here. We head back home in two days and I’m happy, yet a little bummed. I’ve grown to love this place. The natives pissed me off here and there but I overall loved it. They were a bunch of lovable pushovers. Anyways, this month my team and I decided not to press them for resources. We want to leave on a good note with these guys. Plus, the local shaman, Samoa, gave me a lucky necklace to protect me on my travels. I’m not sure if I’ll take it in fear that it might just be unlucky, then again the guy might curse me if he finds that I never took it.

The Ancient Mariner experiences Heaven, Hell and Purgatory

                In the poem Rime of the Ancient Mariner a crazed man is telling a wedding guest about a time he was at sea and how all sorts of events happened to him that seem to have caused this man to go mad. Samuel Coleridge, the author, seems to know quite a bit of sea-life since he put so much detail into describing what life at sea is like. There aren’t specific facts about the ship he is on or the ocean; he tells what it’s like to be out in the middle of the ocean for such a long time and the way its written allows the reader to better understand what Coleridge is talking about. This entire poem is filled with words and phrases that add to the dark and also beautiful image that this crazed man saw out on the ocean. All of this makes it apparent that Coleridge loves the sea despite the dangers it holds mentally and physically because he put so much thought into the way he describes certain aspects of the sea that can be experienced.

                Also in this poem Coleridge seems to be telling the audience through subliminal messages that killing something innocent and just disgracing any animal in general is a terrible thing to do because it’ll slowly get to your conscience and become an internal curse. He does this with the Albatross. This sea bird comes to the boat he is on and just eats whatever leftovers it can find and basically does no harm to the man. This crazed man, the ancient mariner, then decides to kill the bird for no good reason. The killing of the Albatross I think causes the misfortune of the ancient mariner. Later in the poem after the curse the ancient mariner had goes away the Albatross falls off his neck “like lead into the sea”. I saw this as a figurative bird falling off and going back to where it came. Like a burden is lifted off his shoulders. It’s his demon that made him go mad. This imagery made me see the sky, the boat and the ocean as heaven, purgatory and hell. The sky is heaven because it is clear and easy to see what is truly there and also because all the beautiful things in the poem came from the sky. The boat would be purgatory because this ancient mariner is on it for such a long time with no food or drinkable water. How does he survive for such a long time without these resources? It must be purgatory. Then the ocean is hell because it reflects the good from the sky but deep down the final outcome for all that go under is death. When Coleridge describes the ocean it seems like nothing good comes from it. “Slimy things did crawl with legs upon the slimy sea” and “the water, like a witch’s oils” creates an ominous image in the mind of the reader that no good comes from the sea.