Nationality: Are you kidding me?

WHEN I LOOK AT THE EARTH FROM OUTERSPACE I NEVER SEEM TO BE ABLE TO SEE THE
LINES OF DEMARCATIONS.

I have never understood the pride so many people have for their country of

origin and I have no real justifiable reason to ever be a patriot. You live

were you do because your parents happen to fuck in that particular geographic

area. I see a lot who have love for their country and always say it’s the

most beautiful place on earth. Really Mexico? Really Iran? I call bullshit

on you to Ireland. So you have a lot of green scenery who gives a fuck! Indiana

has a lot of grass and pasty whites too and fuck if I want to live there

(On a side note I’ve imbibed with an Irishman and I drunk that bitch under

the table without actually trying) I’m from Illinois and outside of the

Chicagoland area it’s a shit hole. I realize that some of my disdain for

American nationalism in particular and nationalism in general this due in part

that I am a black man and thus a member of a disenfranchised group. So what’s

your excuse? Most of you aren’t white men from old moneyed families but your

kids will get their legs shot from under them in the name of some form of

national pride. I’m sorry did you say something about your rights and the

constitution? How can you have rights if they can be taken away? You have

privileges. Like most things that don’t benefit the majority of mankind the

concept of national identity is an invention of those in power. Some chieftain

somewhere in history was trying to figure out how to get the common people to at

least co sign his invasion of the neighboring city-state. I can see him now

telling his people who they were clearly superior because they worshipped

their gods the right way or something very similar. Who doesn’t what to be

told that they are better than the next man? And thus the reasoning for

taking other people’s shit and national pride is born. The only title I truly

claim is a man from Earth. The rest are labels of division to have us look

at the man next to you and focus on his devious plot to take your stuff while

your pocket is being picked by the same people that tricked your grandfather

in the same fashion.

“That’s why you’re going to hell Adrian!”

Is what my younger brother would announce whenever I did something that was wrong

or I laughed at something that was highly inappropriate. Case in point people being

hurt. old people in particular was fucking hilarious to me. When Richard Widmark

tied up a older woman in a wheelchair and pushed her down a flight of stairs as

she cried and pleaded how she was sick and old was one of the funniest fucking things

I had seen at the time. When my uncle James was struck in the head with a piece of

wood my uncle Larry was using to hold up dry wall on a ceiling in my grandmother’s

house I nearly pissed my pants. My best friend Chris Wright got a bee stuck in his

afro and while he screamed and jumped around like a bitch trying to get it out I

jumped and screamed as well but not from pain and fear. Two of the funniest events

of my childhood revolved around my little brother and his pain. I’m not sure how it

happened but Raymond managed to get a popcorn kernel stuck in his ear. My brother’s

more sensitive scalp couldn’t take the chemicals of an S curl and he began to turn

visibly red. These two incidents seem to make his lower body dance like an indian

chief trying to make rain. I was in tears. Regular events make me chuckle as well.

Every time my my grandmother would straighten my aunt Jeanette’s hair she would

usually burn her on the knap of the neck and as my aunt protested my grandmother

would proceed to smack the hell out of her hand for getting upset about being

burned. HOW FUCKING FUUNY IS THAT! I have only recently be able to stifle my laughter

at others pain due in part to my children. When my then two year old son Owen slid

down a flight of stairs I told him not to go up I almost laughed. I knew he wasn’t hurt by

the wide eyed look of fear on his face. It took me a monumental effort on my part

to not cry out laughing and I think I actually had to grit my teeth to do so. See

I am getting better.