Another day at the office

I grow more pretentious about the election daily. As a black american, i dont really feel i have a culture or a home. Just survival skills and chri'mas. I do really wish i knew my true ethnicity, where my family was really from, but history kinda took care of that. I wouldnt have minded being jamacian or hatian or someone from a country rain by people that look like them.

Instead, im from a country of people that think like this. People that think the world belongs to them. That us killing innocent afghan kids isnt a big deal, but 9/11 is the worst tragedy ever. The both are bad. Horrible. But kids shouldnt die in adult wars.

Anyways, maybe thinking too much is not good, as it leads to finding out the truth about people. That we kill each other, take advantage of each other, use each other, all for our own means.

I assume someday, something very very good will happen to change the fate of humanity, or something really really bad will happen to change the fate of humanity.

And by good, i dont mean something that involves killing or torturing anyone.