Gollum rants, leoNYdas ignores.

Precious… Precious… Three of a kind, master has. Gollum wants all three, the most Precious in particular.

Tiny and shiny,
Greedy and seedy,
It belongs to us,
One of the Precious.

But master gives us only one, not the one us wants. No! No, they betrayed us. Wicked, tricksey, false. Curse them, we hates them. They gives Sméagol the bad Precious.

We is not alone. We has friends. Yes, friends, we has in high places. Friends we can call. They helps us, of course they shows us the way.

But Gollum needs to help friends too. Master betrays us, we betrays them. Sméagol lies. Sméagol makes them believe. We does anything with the Precious us gets, to become the Precious us wants.

Anything.

Let the games begin… once again.

My first attempt at blogging was an absolute failure with me posting just one entry and about two people being forced to read it. Purely out of laziness or probably because it was a technical blog, I never bothered to check it ever again. That was three years ago.

It later struck me that if it weren’t for the bloggers of the past, we would have never known about Leonidas or his battle at Thermopylae. History is as good as the person who writes it. I personally consider that most history is skewed apart from the ones that inspire me. I hope to do my part in skewing history with "molōN labeY". In case I haven't then rest assured, you can be sure that I have gone back to my lazy old routine. Now, let the games begin… once again.