I was rejected from UANT, and I know why. And since I applied to UANT but was not accepted, the idiots at UANT will pay the price. If not them then people like them. I outsmart them. I apply for a study abroad through UANT and it was accepted- they assumed I was a student- and they sponsored my entire trip.

But how can I get back at them? I read of and was inspired by the story of Simon Moleke Nije (Simon Mol for short), my favourite poet and his life; which I read online here. He was a refugee from Cameroons, my home, and was accepted by the Polish authorities as a refugee. He had A.I.D.S. and while he was living as a V.I.P. in Warsaw, gave H.I.V. to as many Polish girls as possible- dozens, maybe over a hundred! Wow, but did he do it because he hated Pole people or because he just didn't care? Or that he just wanted to fornicate? When I looked up this country, I saw all the wars it had been through and the captivity it had been placed under. I saw its God of a thousand years. Finally I knew that Simon knew this country was most definitely a racist Satan of the nations. It had to be- if they want to be who they are so much, there must be a reason why, and that reason is somehow intertwined with their ethnicity. They think they are BETTER than everyone else. The proof- as Simon himself says in the article- he had to tell them they were racist SO MANY TIMES. And what of the dozens of their girls who did not want to sex him without a condom? Because why? What was the reason? Because he was FROM AFRICA and might have A.I.D.S. But Simon the hero, the racist girls he told what to do. And they did it. And in exchange for their racism, they got the death virus from Simon Mol. How can I compete? I can't, but I will give it a try: I will go to a place that is smaller, so each boy I infect will infect a greater absolute percentage of that country's girl population and my statistics can be as great with less victories. What country? I look them up and find Latvia. Like Poland, no Africans are there, so I will be something new, the "poor refugee" like Simon Mol. I will terrorize Lativians I encounter, as he did, with political correctness. Simon Mol's poem "Polish Goddess" said it the best:

"Then - as the Moon lit the path of the beautiful Goddess, illuminating the darkness of the night, two tears ran down her left eye ending their journey, burying all the nightmares, healing wounds foisted upon me, and upon my Brothers, by those like her."

Yes, the girl cried, and the cry is a premonition of the dance of death, because she had just figured out he had given her the death disease. If only she would have not been so bashful... And, it made him feel good, and my shaman could not have said more beautifully, or poetically. And UANT? I write FUCKING MORONS on this page to you. Do you even know that it is here? Even if you did so what? The media will destroy you for me.