Prometheus.

Life is a sort of  a nightmare.

Perhaps not to me at this precise moment,

but at this same instant, in simultaneous places, and multiple peoples, life is a
constant nightmare.

Life becomes unbearable to the point of desperate escape.
At the time i finish this sentence, many people would be undergoing pain and suffering and would have committed suicide.

We have even gone as far to convince ourselves that life when it breathes oxygen by the nostrils for the first time its a moment of pleasure and happiness for the carrier.
Screams of agony... unless pleasure has been  re-defined in some S&M dictionary, this moment is more to me like a sacrifice filled with intense frightening pain, such as that from Prometeus after he stole the fire (see below).

No.
Life is a nightmare, but curiously not for all societies.

There are some hunter-gatherer groups which the idea of internal struggle and suicide is a comical construction of the "civilized" world.

In fact, even the word suicide does not exist in their language.

Perhaps it is that we have converted thought to irreversible chaos and thus suffering is a natural consequence.

the Host of Seraphim

right for food, 180 for, 1 against..mmm

How is this possible?

http://www.un.org/News/Press/docs/2008/gashc3941.doc.htm

so basically, the opposing country will not vote for the basic food right, nor the child's Rights, why?
maybe because overflowing the market with subsidized corn would make this developing countries incapable of competing with the cheap bags of rice and corn that are over produced and heavily subsidized.

Its not aid, it does not help during the real crisis's, i.e. Drought, famine.
Aid is only sent when we know those countries have farm land.
you see: they need to be put out of business....

It is not aid, it is a crime.

I remember when I was at UCLA's cafeteria towards closure time that the students-workers would come with large black trash bags to throw all the food inside. All of it dumped in the bag.
Spoiled and hypocrite bastards. 

Saigne

Derrière le statut, le vêtement,
la couleur de peau
n'est-ce pas qu'on est tous semblables ?
Les mêmes préoccupations :
Qui suis-je ?
Où vais-je ?
Que n'ais-je ?
M'aime-t-il ?
M'aime-t-elle ?


C'est pas exagéré, de dire que je suis mort.
Je suis allongé là à même le sol et je me demande encore, pourquoi m'aimait-il pas ?

Camus and Sartre meet Hip Hop

"Louis-Ferdinand Celine revolutionised literature because he was very close to real people, like us rappers today. That's generally a good thing, but there's a danger about being so close to the people; you can start to embrace all the things that are wrong with society...
...In Celine's time, anti-Semitism was rife and he fell into the trap of becoming anti-Semitic himself. Today, we rappers can sometimes do the same and say it's always the fault of others, or apologise for violence, or become misogynistic or too materialistic."

Abd Al Malik