VOLUMINA ARMENI

When law chooses to put emergency situations before itself and its regulatory force and effect on the government and authorities, it relies on human moral goodness, of police and other officials, who are in fact mostly immoral, self-centered, abusive, and uncaring, and if not are in herd mentality forced to be so. 

The law safeguards operations by a system of immediate accountability, in fact it is pre-situational accountability. 

Emergency activities rely on one thing: human goodness, and that is quite frail when it can trump an entire body of constitutional rights. 

All legal proceedings must be public, no cases or legal action may be pursued in private or partially so. No emergency protocol can come before, precede, or override the law. All legal action must be publicized without exception. 

Oh, look, it’s something beautiful, precious, priceless, without copy, without any other version or replication, unique, natural, and impossible to create again. Let’s destroy it. 

Oh, he's a vile, very dirty person, you shouldn't talk to him.

Man spoken of goes 30 days ignored.

Turns out, he's holy and had been the whole time, likely the holiest on earth.

Man had peace and quiet too the whole 30 days.

Truth is the answer to tragedy.

The Turks kicked Armenians out of their homeland, so God kicked them out of theirs, then he kicked them out of their refuge, then he kicked them out of the next place they took refuge, then he kicked them out of their home, then he kicked them out of their bodies, then he kicked them out of their minds, then he kicked them out of their spirits. Then he kicked them out.

Then enviers of Armenians came and wanted their refuge, which was the way of life hidden, within their hearts. These Americans, obsessive and dirty and impure, with the fervor of culture envy, envied with such vile lustfulness and unspeakably vile wanting. 

This kicked God out of Heaven, so we had to go kick Americans out of Hell and put them back in America which is a worse place than there. 

There once was a torturer who continually damaged and harmed and hurt and contorted the body of another an Armenian. 

He continued day and night with twisted will in twisted tactic. 

After one year of continual nonstop torture, even in sleep, hitting the Armenian, while he was not even awake, the Armenian was released. 

However, within five minutes, after a great relief and celebration, he said a word, however normal, that seemed suspicious. 

He was brought back quickly and tortured by the same man for another two years. 

Finally, when he was released once more, he decided to run and not celebrate. Upon running, they caught him, thinking he was still a threat, and tortured him another three years. 

The clever Armenian, the first to be tortured, nearly the last to remain, after being released once more, got the stick, the club, the poisons, the tricks, the drugs, the chairs, the weapons, the devices, the needles, the chemicals, and tortured the torturers, being the only way he became free from the continual torment. 

Night and day he continued and in peace he lived and died. 

There was a man who upon being tortured by chemical means, the manipulation of his intake. When eating and drinking the scum they offered, he began to weep profusely. 

Deep and dark in the corner seated a man in a frightening peace who had been there for much time. 

Do not cry yet, for they are still loving you. Save your tears for when they may cleanse your eyes and internal organs from far more vile and torturous substances - like gasoline, deceased men’s bodies, and degradable uranium. 

Putin: Sir, you have issue in mind, mental health issue. Fix it. 

Bob: Ok.

Putin: Maybe something serious. It is mind. Very dangerous. You must not go in public. 

Bob: Ok. 

Guard: Putin, we must go. This man needs nobody. 

Putin: Yes. Let us go. 

Bob quietly takes out briefcase full of poop. 

Bob: Let’s go, mom, time to travel around the four corners of the world with this baby. 

Putin: He has a point, guard. 

Guard: Yes, let us go. Here’s yours too, your briefcase. 

Putin: It was just Alaska. 

What’s my name? 

It’s pure. Don’t you remember? 

I don’t. You must remind me. 

It’s pure, and very nice. 

What is it? I mustn’t forget. 

It’s very pure. You must remember. 

Ah, I’m pure. That’s my name, isn’t it! We must eat far more healthy foods then and more water. Find the cleanest water, and get that muck off your shirt! Clean everything! 

Sir, your name is Pure Boy Elder. 

Oh, are you sure? 

Yes, I am certain. 

Ok, then just give me some toys and call the church, and let’s see what we can do for the Presbyterians today. 

Good, they’re all dead. It’s over for them. No more Calvinists. 

Ok, and what about the toys?

It’s ok, you’re not that young. 

My name is Solomon. I am very aware. Now go get your Bible and let me teach you wisdom and instruction, he said as he got his cane and started chasing down the sloth for his trickery! 

There once was a party where everyone brought a gift. One brought rare wine of many hues of flavor, another brought a brilliant historic book, another brought food, cooked in the fires of love. 

Finally, a man came in beautifully dressed coated suit and tie, lavishly colored, tailored and classic, and he pulled out a box, so well wrapped that it brought joy to the face of the receiver. 

Here, a rock, a token of my hatred. Eat it when you are able. It will digest well. 

Cool: Hey, what’s up? 

Neutron: Hey, why are you pretending to be so cool? 

Cool: Oh, I don’t know. It’s just a way to hide my weakness. 

Neutron: Ok. 

Happy: Hey guys, just found out there’s something awesome happening over there! 

Neutron: You just got here. Sit down, eat some chips. 

Happy: I love chips! 

Cool: Do you? They’re just chips. 

Happy: Oh, I’m just pretending. I’m not that happy. Just compensating. 

New guy approaches. 

Bald: Hey guys, what’s up? I’m bald! 

Cool, Neutron, and Happy exit the room and building together speedily and with haste. 

There once was a war, so great, that it required the forces of all opposing nations. With foot soldiers and pikes, and old grenades with gun powder. They marched and marched and found their destination.

Finally, as they pulled out their muskets in the garb of old composers with wigs, the patriotic clothes of the time, instilling great virtue in the musketeers, against the opposing force, an Armenian stood afar and beheld the battle front lines. And he gave them a piece of advice, though not wanting them to be victorious. Likewise the Armenian counseled the opposing force, informing them what true victory truly is. 

As they fired their muskets with the great piece of advice, they battled to the end. 

As the battle ended with muskets emptied and gun powder overused, the soldiers knew they won.

The opposing force bowed before the musketeers, knowing that they truly lost, for they won on the outside not on the inside, as they learned from the Armenian.

The musketeers died that day with an emotional high as the opposing force went home having won the war only on the outside, living long and enduring lives.