Father-Son Genuine talk
Come here chap. Let’s have a talk, based on my terms because am your mother’s boyfriend. I accept interjections and questions.
As you grow up son, there are things that you must learn and know. That politics will grab you however much you avoid it. Be man enough and grab politics by the collar. Be an expert in shadow governments, never run around getting compliments and praise from the populace. The last time I did that puppy, I got depressed. Precision in handling and mishandling democracy is of necessity. If I ever stand on your way to the place of dark political strategies, behind the scenes computation and skilled men in the vanguard of political terrorism, slit my throat.
You know about the men in uniform? Read about them, know about them but don’t be any of them. The military, son. You have no idea how they safeguard power, structure incentives in a negotiation and the discipline in the chain of commands that can help you project your interests. Rap your ideas around them. If you ever lead them, draw the edge that makes them comfortable. Snipers, I know you have heard about them. The lords of silence and less ambush. Be an expert in “killing a man and terrorizing a thousand”, patience, stoking and luring. They say that cold-blooded animals are the most poisonous.
Religion fork! Avoid it. It clouds your mind, destabilizes your thought, overrules the possibilities of working with foe and ally when necessary and you die being subservient to COINCIDENCE. Learn about it. When you are close to any of them that savours it, tame your claws and arguments, never go first. Know their god and you hold the contempt card. I repeat son, learn about religion. All doctrines for that case. Don’t take the opium though.
Education, son. School, but teach yourself more than grasping concepts. The science of self-taught makes you a pricey man. Rebel when necessary, toughen your thoughts. Be well versed with law, politics, philosophy and war.
Put women last young lass but fall for that silent girl you see sneaking off a crowd. I am telling you this son because I would not wish for a woman that you give her a word and she gives you a sentence when you have to think about overthrowing governments, chairing defence committees, advice a head of state or perhaps going for hunting like we are doing now. Noise is not for king makers. Never hesitate to slap and brutally eliminate the source of the noise.
Government, junior. When you are in there, be a master of sorts. Have the heart that accommodates a friend-turned-enemy and otherwise. Make intel your piecemeal. Be careful with a shit called revolution, that’s sanctified sin to gaining power. Know what waves you need when, but don’t trust a revolutionary and if you become one…be patient enough so that people forget you are. Strike, then make leaders of your own to take over, retreat back to the dark. You will live longest, draw blood from your prey peacefully and not die of citizen problems. That’s when I can be available for guidance little one. I will tell you more as you grow up.
As you grow up son, there are things that you must learn and know. That politics will grab you however much you avoid it. Be man enough and grab politics by the collar. Be an expert in shadow governments, never run around getting compliments and praise from the populace. The last time I did that puppy, I got depressed. Precision in handling and mishandling democracy is of necessity. If I ever stand on your way to the place of dark political strategies, behind the scenes computation and skilled men in the vanguard of political terrorism, slit my throat.
You know about the men in uniform? Read about them, know about them but don’t be any of them. The military, son. You have no idea how they safeguard power, structure incentives in a negotiation and the discipline in the chain of commands that can help you project your interests. Rap your ideas around them. If you ever lead them, draw the edge that makes them comfortable. Snipers, I know you have heard about them. The lords of silence and less ambush. Be an expert in “killing a man and terrorizing a thousand”, patience, stoking and luring. They say that cold-blooded animals are the most poisonous.
Religion fork! Avoid it. It clouds your mind, destabilizes your thought, overrules the possibilities of working with foe and ally when necessary and you die being subservient to COINCIDENCE. Learn about it. When you are close to any of them that savours it, tame your claws and arguments, never go first. Know their god and you hold the contempt card. I repeat son, learn about religion. All doctrines for that case. Don’t take the opium though.
Education, son. School, but teach yourself more than grasping concepts. The science of self-taught makes you a pricey man. Rebel when necessary, toughen your thoughts. Be well versed with law, politics, philosophy and war.
Put women last young lass but fall for that silent girl you see sneaking off a crowd. I am telling you this son because I would not wish for a woman that you give her a word and she gives you a sentence when you have to think about overthrowing governments, chairing defence committees, advice a head of state or perhaps going for hunting like we are doing now. Noise is not for king makers. Never hesitate to slap and brutally eliminate the source of the noise.
Government, junior. When you are in there, be a master of sorts. Have the heart that accommodates a friend-turned-enemy and otherwise. Make intel your piecemeal. Be careful with a shit called revolution, that’s sanctified sin to gaining power. Know what waves you need when, but don’t trust a revolutionary and if you become one…be patient enough so that people forget you are. Strike, then make leaders of your own to take over, retreat back to the dark. You will live longest, draw blood from your prey peacefully and not die of citizen problems. That’s when I can be available for guidance little one. I will tell you more as you grow up.
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