Minister's Diary - Reflections and Thoughts

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Simply judging by how a supreme intellectual such as me and myself has not reached any particular social prominent positions as of yet, goes to show this fact:  life ain't no longer about intelligence, but savageness.

Honor used to exist, now it's all gone.
Bodies are here, but souls are depleted.
We've been zombified, all while anethetics placed.

Savageness may exist in the form of for-intelligence on the exterior, while the content under is made up of pure savageness and senseless brutality. Intelligent-based savage still differs from its "counter-reversal": the intelligent gentlemen. It's like what the ladies say - chilvary is dead.  To that sentence, I'd like to add a second clause: chilvary is dead, and we have a lot of zombies around.  Zombies, takes the form of a human, and can function similarly - some may (the not so super diseased or contaminated ones) still perform delicate work (non-monsterous work) like office jobs. But they lack the component of morals.  If were we to measure zombies and gentlemen with a ruler of morality, then zombies would score on the opposite side of the spectrum, while measuring with a witch doctor (puppet master)'s preferrencial shadow ruler - zombies would score equal and slightly higher than the standard man.

But, is chilvary actually dead?  Of course not, otherwise the sentence "chilvary is dead" wouldn't be in the air. That sentence implies the meaning that chilvary is not so alive, and there currently exists much seeds of chilvary, but isn't so much in sprout-out level, certainly not in too many places. The reverse, if Chilvary is actually dead (as in fully fully dead), then the sentence would not be mentioned. And it's quite important to have chilvary (thus a nein to the intelligent-based savage), for it takes morals to uplift chilvary, and takes chilvary to create great inventors/architects/philosophers and so on, and takes these marvelous great alpha males of the nation to create civilizations.  Zombies may have the capability, but they lack the momentum to charge through the clouds, reaching to the future.  It is, and will always shall be chilvary the pinnacle of ideas, the engine to grandness, and the staircase to the heavens!

(before my intent was to write it more like a diary tone, like the atmosphere of a sunday afternoon in a rural farm facing the rain from a cabin, but then I got carried with the passion, allowed the inner fury to light up my flames again, pardon for my enthusiasm)