Help me write a story.

[SkyNigger]

This is how it starts. Tell me what is shit. Rewrite any part or all if you wish. Help me out.

This is an important story, and I want to post it on ThaiVisa when it's done. But I cannot write for shit. That's where you come in. I don't need fucking faggot circumspect Catholic bullshit. If it sucks, say it sucks. If it can be improved, help me out you pricks.

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Saving Face.

I wasn’t even supposed to be in that filthy hole. I'd followed a mate inside and instantly wanted to lash out at someone. Anyone. Everyone. When I decided to stay in Bangkok, friends would keep taking me to these places infected with horror. I’m not even going to talk about the horror or I’ll flip. We walked in, I started ranting, and we walked out.

I was whining the same old rhetoric when I saw what would turn out to be Mai’s face flash for a fraction of an instant. She was behind a crowd of fat pigs, but all I could think about was saving myself and making good my own escape. I had been whining non-stop (as I've been known to do) all night. My mate was over it, but that's never stopped me.

“Why the fuck why are we here? Why can’t we go somewhere decent? Somewhere where the heinous is dialled down? Bangkok must have normal clubs?”

My buddy didn’t know. He was in Bangkok for a while before I got there but he didn’t know. I dunno. If you don’t know you don’t know. How can you know what you don’t know? It’s just...I spent two years almost too horrified to leave my apartment as a result of my initial introduction to Bangkok's horror.

I didn't spend two years in my apartment running away from cute girls! You can take my word for it. I knew, in much the same way as racists know things, that Thai girls were - all - disgusting. True story. I knew it for a fact. I knew it for two years. It's not like I was in Thailand for girls, but I have always been into cute girls. I'll admit it. You might be into other stuff; but in my life, I have almost exclusively been preoccupied with cute girls.

There were none in Bangkok. I knew that much. I was only ever taken to horror shows when I got there and I was in way too delicate an emotional state for the kind of horror we're talking about here. Aside from maybe saving Mai’s face, I saw so much terrifying shit during my first month or two in Bangkok; it sent me shrieking for the safety of high-rise apartments and I couldn’t hardly be dragged out for two years. Bangkok girls were filthy.

If you'd have asked, I could have told you. I would have been happy to. Thai girls were all ugly. I'd seen maybe 200 of them at no less than three different locations and they were all shocking. Bangkok, a city of 12 million, had no cute girls. I knew that for a fact.

When I did finally limp back down into Society, the first club I walked into was The Bank (http://www.youtube.com/v/d_FOhMDcQSE?version=3&hl=en_US). I was living almost directly above it, right up the top of Siri@Sukhumvit. I had no idea. I wandered in bored and curious and the first sentiment I had was farcically conflicted. I wasn’t sure if I needed to kill myself right away or celebrate. Still unsure about that Suicide v Celebration dilemma. For two years I was oblivious to the reality. Bangkok has tens or even hundreds of thousands of pretty girls, and a lot of them aren’t averse to having fun with my money. Who knew.

Some of them could even take or leave the money. But then I am pretty amazing. When I’m not being creepy.

When I am being creepy, I rescue pretty child prostitutes. Well, I’ve only done it once. But that’s only because I’ve never seen another child prostitute pretty enough to stick my neck out for. I know right? I’m a real hero. If you wanted to name your children after me, I'd understand.

The first thing I did when I found out Bangkok had cute girls (~two years after I became convinced all Thai girls were horrifying) was rush to tell my friends. Not only did they already know about The Bank, they knew about all the normal clubs; which they then proceeded to tell me about. For the first time. “This is some creepy shit,” I was thinking. “How can this conversation even be happening.” I'd been in Bangkok for two years.

Do you ever get the feeling you’re continually sharing things you’ve discovered with everyone; without any reciprocation? That’s pretty much how I’ve felt for my entire life. I swear no one ever tells me anything.

No one told me Thailand had cute girls. They just showed me horror when I first arrived. It wasn’t all bad, though. There was this tiny orphan girl named Mai, and I’m pretty sure I saved her face.

I only caught a glimpse of that face as we were leaving Horror. She was being ‘protected’. Managed. Hidden from view by her horrifying ‘sisters’. Bangkok's "sisters" are girls in the sex industry who shouldn't - really - be in the sex industry for the same reasons I shouldn't - really - be playing ball in the NBA. But they're a plucky bunch; they'll just plug away, regardless. If you haven't worked out how they survive yet, keep plugging away at it. You'll put the horrifying pieces of the exploitation puzzle together, soon enough.

Mai had a - lot - of sisters looking out for her. She caught a glimpse of my friend and I and wriggled to get free of her protective ‘family’; unsuccessfully, as it turned out. My friend and I walked in, took a look, and walked straight the fuck out. It was not a pretty sight.

The hole was choc-a-bloc full of Bangkok’s sisters. It was early in the morning. Only the horror remained. The horror and Mai. I vaguely understood the sisters’ caper and they only frightened me a little bit. I had seen Mai’s face but only for a fraction of a second in the midst of the “family gathering” and although I wasn’t intrigued enough to check it out, when my friend caught the first cab I got tired of waiting for another one and so I shrugged and headed back down “just to take a look”.

The sisters were blockading my view so I just physically shoved them aside, literally swinging the first few out of the way before the rest stood back to let me see their hidden trophy.

I wasn’t prepared for the crushing disappointment. I was horrified. Repulsed. Devastated. Then I was furious. There was nothing but this tiny terrified child with a desperate look on her face. I was filthy, mostly at myself. I thought I’d seen a stunner, but what I’d discovered was child prostitution. That's just great, I thought. Exactly what I needed.

My face would have been so cruel. I winced and turned to escape or throw up; looking back only once at the little child, who looked like she was about to cry. I recognised that despair. I'd been there. I paused to think for a moment, but I didn't do any thinking. I just felt...nauseous. I was tripping out at the horrifying scene of a dozen sisters all hovering around this little child - who was about to be torn apart by the imminent tug-of-war, I figured - and something just snapped (my better judgement, perhaps). I just couldn't take any more of the sleaze.

She didn't belong there. They were going to destroy her with their sisterly love. Though I don't honestly know how valid these sentiments actually were, it seemed to me to be a matter of life and death or at least; that's how I managed to frame it in my emotionally fragile state. Unable to just walk away - as I had been doing my entire life - I reached out my arm for the child to grab if she wanted a lifeline and her tiny arm slapped against mine. Almost as if we'd practiced, I yanked her up out of the gathering, set her on her feet in line with the exit and we were off.

Behind us, there was a mild delay as the shocked sisters squabbled between themselves before realising a united front was called for. Their meal ticket was bolting away. They gave pursuit, yelling out warnings to the girl telling her to come back. Trying to convince her that I was dangerous or violent or whatever the fuck they say to retain control of their little prey for the pedophiles who likely appreciate their management services. But the little girl wasn’t listening to any of their ‘advice’; she was pretty sharp and she wanted out. She was beating me to the street as we cut our way through the horror and up the stairs and then we were clear.

And then we weren’t.

Out of the bowels of horror, Horror and her horrifying ‘sisters’ emerged to talk business. They were all babbling at once. She was their “good thing” and they wanted to negotiate her release, sell her or just salvage something, I guess. They wanted to get paid.

That was never going to happen. I was not in an ‘understanding’ mood. I've never been violent, but I wanted to change all that and I was aware these girls might be happy to ‘man’ up (they’re invariably weathered old beasts; ageing elephants or water buffalo who’ve been “in the shit” far too long to get squeamish at the prospect of some fisticuffs). They’re toughened in ways you’d rather not think about, and I had no doubt they were each tougher than I’d ever been. But I was in Fight mode. Sense didn't a get a look in.

The little child was all about Flight. I guess she didn't like my chances. She had already hailed a taxi and was grabbing at my arm whilst I sneered at the sisters, trading insults as I guiltily indulged in wicked mini-fantasies (like triple swirl extra creamy ice cream wicked). I was imagining formally introducing sisters to concrete. There was a moment of truth where the child was in the car as the sisters advanced, and I hesitated.

But I went with the correct decision. I gallantly spat in their direction, made some rude gestures, yelled a final insult or two, hopped in the taxi and then we were - properly - clear.

At which point, I almost lost my fucking mind.

I was panicking. What the fuck was wrong with me? Oh my god. Fuck my life. What the fuck. Ohh shit.

I was traveling at high speed down Sukhumvit in a taxi at 5am with a freaking child prostitute looking up excitedly at me. This was a new level of fucked up.

"This could be a little awkward to explain", I half-laughed and half-choked. I was pretty certain explanations wouldn't be requested. What's to explain?

"The pedophile fought bravely, Sir. It took three police officers armed only with batons roughly twenty minutes to subdue him."

I was trying to calm myself down but I was fairly certain panicking was more appropriate.

“What’s your name, kid?”

It was Mai.

“How old?”

14. Almost 15. She listed her age the other way around, as kids do. “15...almost. 14.”

Jesus Christ.

I had no idea if she was even telling the truth. She looked like she might be 12 or 13. I was hyper-ventilating, imagining police pulling us over any second. They'd look inside, look at her. They'd look at me and...

And the taxi driver wanted to know where we were going. I looked up to catch the filthy grin on his cheese-eating face and I very much wanted to wipe it off but the truth is, I’m not - remotely - violent, at all. I've never thrown a punch in my life. So I didn’t.

“Mai, where are we taking you.”

Mai didn’t know. She was just enjoying her freedom. When you’re trapped or imprisoned, incarcerated or a child with shitty parents; emancipation is all you can think about. But when you get that liberty, it's invariably delicious and nerve-wracking at the same time. Mai was free, but she had no plans beyond that. I think she had just started to realise that. She didn’t answer, preferring to stare at Bangkok rushing in the other direction.

It had started to rain.

[Steerpike]

A pic from my last trip to Thailand:

http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2007/9/34sep12-So-wrong.jpg

[Steerpike]

That's me on the left.

[Steerpike]

And the right.

[DankBlaniels]

thats a fucked up story so far, what happened next ?

[DankBlaniels]

also its amazing you are not dead or in jail yet

[SkyNigger]

I was about to repeat the question when she turned around and shrugged. What did she care as long as she was free, was the impression I got. But freedom can be frustratingly elusive for the luckiest of us; for a pretty homeless child retreating into the inching floodwaters of a Bangkok monsoon, freedom could turn out to be just another prison.

“I can’t take you to my apartment, kid.”

Her innocent little face turned to look at me inquisitively, as if to say “Why not?”

Certain I was doing something impossibly stupid and regrettable, I showed her into my apartment hoping the maids might be there. They weren’t. The child prostitute and I were alone.

“There’s food in the fridge, help yourself and help me out will you? Give me someone I can call. Any relatives, an older brother or si....”

Older sisters. I’ve got one who has a great deal in common with the beastly wretches that prowl Bangkok’s streets looking for pretty children to ‘adopt’ under their motherly wings. Mine has always been fairly comfortable with exploiting our association; randomly imposing her sisterly ‘caring’ and ‘concern’ for my well-being whenever she needed something. Hah. When she starts caring for my welfare suddenly, there’s a decent chance she’s been friendly with loan sharks who’ve stopped being friendly. Cue sudden overt concern about my diet and lifestyle. She’s a real creep.

I was staring out the window muttering about sisters when I noticed the clouds had synced with my crashing mood. I snapped out of it and yelled, “Hey Mai. Who we gonna call?”

Mai wasn’t listening. She was emptying my fridge, without moving. Kid was starving.

I honestly don’t know what I’d have done if the sun was setting rather than rising - probably give her cash and turf her - but I figured it was less creepy to let her hang out during the day. At least, this was my line of logic at the time. Seems nonsensical now. I told her she could crash in the spare bedroom and that under NO circumstances was she to bother me or wake me up.

I had no intention of sleeping.

She nodded, soberly and attentively. I was suddenly cross with myself and annoyed at my sudden ‘gruff’. I had become my parents, I chuckled to myself without realising I was laughing audibly. Mai was looking up at me, perplexed. She didn’t get the joke. Swiveling, I turned and marched into my room, locking the door with a lot of noise although I'm not entirely sure why. I had nothing I needed to do. I just wanted to smoke and escape the wretched misery I’d been running away from ever since...

Ever since I’d run blindly towards ‘freedom’. I was the same age as Mai when I ran to escape the suffocating horror of an apocalyptic religious sex cult; only to run smack into the outstretched arms of a cult almost as creepy, but with far slicker marketing. I ran into Society. I ran into nationalism. I ran into pretty girls. I ran into the military, wanting to fly jets and I’d very nearly run into the Coalition of the Willing. Unwilling to kill but mostly unwilling to be killed for Queen, God and Westphalia, I ran away. I’d been running from something or another, ever since.

I was tired, exhausted and wrecked when I found myself in Bangkok en route to Tokyo, Singapore then home. I couldn’t go home. My friends were there. I’d been running away from them. Without meaning to, I missed my flight to Tokyo. I was buying a one-way ticket to Singapore when I realised I didn’t want to run anymore. In the years to come, whenever people asked me why I lived in Bangkok or why I’d moved to Bangkok, I never knew what to say. I didn’t move to Bangkok to live and despite the best efforts of some decent fellows who tried and failed to drag me down from my hermit treehouse, I never really lived in Bangkok.

I was in Bangkok when I stopped running, is all.

Though it’s not technically accurate, it would be fair to say I moved to Bangkok to die.

[DankBlaniels]

scooter is it correct to say you identify with these child prostitutes because they remind you of yourself ?

[SkyNigger]

scooter is it correct to say you identify with these child prostitutes because they remind you of yourself ?

Has there been more than one?

[GAMBLE-BOT]

this is the greatest writing i have experienced in 7 years on the poker sites.

[SkyNigger]

Having locked the door behind me, I quickly unlocked it to place 2000 baht on the coffee table for Mai before returning to my filthy room to fire up my PCs and my pipes. I planned on playing some poker or blackjack or maybe skim the forums or just anything, really; I didn’t care. Anything to escape...thinking. It had become too painful. It was years before I realised “thinking” wasn’t the problem. If thinking has become too painful, you’re doing it wrong.

Stop thinking altogether and you’re going to find trouble. If trouble doesn’t find you first.

Losing myself in a cloud of amphetamine smoke, I completely forgot about the little child prostitute in my living room. She never disturbed me. Three days after I’d left her alone with my fridge, my maid struggled in surprise with my locked door and I shot to my feet thinking it was the kid. I tried to work out how much time had passed, and decided it had to have been 10 hours. Maybe 22.

I was off by only a couple of days. I’ve no idea if she slept or how long she stayed. The bed was neatly made, everything was spotless and for all it seemed, she’d never even existed. Deep into sleep deprivation, I briefly contemplated whether or not I’d just imagined it all before I skipped over to the fridge and flung it open, only to gasp. It was empty. She’d eaten everything. I was in awe. I hardly ate much, if at all; but I couldn’t fathom how that much food could fit into a child that tiny.

I was stunned by the sheer physics of the thing, until I realised she must have taken the rest for the road.

I tried to imagine this skinny little 14 year old child lugging plastic bags of food around Bangkok, homeless. No doubt she was pretty tough and brave. I remembered how 'tough' and 'brave' I was at her age. I was lugging plastic bags of textbooks around the Gold Coast, homeless. But our plights cannot be imagined to be comparable; not sure why I was imagining they could be. But I was. I was a lot bigger than she was. And not nearly as pretty. Though I like to think I represented an irrepressible fantasy of someone, somewhere; the dull reality I begrudgingly have to accept is that -- as a gangly and scruffy runt - I was so much safer than I imagined. Mai would not be able to imagine the threats she will face.

She'd be paralysed by fear, if she did.

This face would never be a face one 'regrets' having, but would it prove to be a gift or a curse? I knew she needed to get older. At 14, it seemed to me to be leaning towards Curse. Or perhaps I was imagining I had a role to play when I didn't. I understand parents do that all the time.

You'd have to be blind to miss this face. I knew Mai was destined to break a lot of hearts, in time. So long as her's didn't flat line, in the meantime.

On the street, the laws of nature take precedence. And those laws will never be in Mai's favour. Why, though? Why aren't laws written to favour children? I think they should be written to favour pretty children, but I understand how PC you all are. You made Mai illegal, instead. On top of being homeless, pretty, and a magnet for creeps who didn't even know they were creepy. You could test yourself for creepy on this face, if you unsure. I passed.

You bet your sweet ass I tested myself. Or she wouldn't have gotten within a kilometer of my building. You can't fuck around with insanity. I stared at her the same way I tested myself for homosexuality, at 22 years of age. Until then, I was homophobic because I was unsure. It makes perfect sense, when you look through the tinted shades of religious insanity. Well no, it's batshit insane when you take the religious goggles off. Funnily enough, people tolerated my wearing them for an awful long time before it got ridiculous. I had to know.

I found myself an attractive lad (oh I can tell these things, but it cracks me up when guys feign incapacity - I make a note to ensure modesty in future changing roomes if they're around - well if you don't know which guys are attractive, 100% you are going to be attracted to me. Well, I like to think so; in any case) and I tried to imagine doing what I've done to Natalie Portman so many times, it's indecent. And I laughed. Because I'm not gay. Had I run that test 8 years earlier, could have saved incalculable pain. I'm just saying. You need to find out if you're gay.

And then, you need to find out if you're a pedophile. Mai's face would have been near enough to the litmus test. I looked at her the same way I looked at the strapping lad 8 years prior, and laughed. She was safe.

These are uncomfortable things to talk about, for creeps. Are you bored or is this awkward?

Think about how awkwardly legislation has been stacked up against pretty children in Thailand. On top of being homeless, an orphan or as good as one; penniless, no education, no guardian, threats and predators everywhere she turns; everyone is stronger than her, everyone is older than her, everyone has advantages over her in every measurable way aside from aesthetically blessed genes; which could give literally everyone a theoretical reason to want to take advantage; the law comes along - and religion comes along - and Society for good measure - and they pile in on top of her as well. She's illegal. She's 'dirty'. She's 'beneath' us. She's a 'sinner'. Hah.

It gives you pause, no? Because...why? Why do these creeps imagine they need advantages to exploit in their dealings with a homeless child? I think I know the answer but I'm stalling on the anger. Yeah. I think I know the answer. So many of you should bite kerbs. There's no diplomatic way to put it. Call off the creepy hounds and our recalled ambassadors can resume their positions. Until then, I am adopting a hostile position in response to your unexplained hostility.

Are you sure you don't want to bite the kerb?

Well it was worth a shot.

On the street. In the family home. In the Holy books. In the legislative arena. Everywhere you turn, might is believed by everyone who wields power to be more or less right. But on the street, the emotional insanity is exacerbated. The deranged hate violence. I swear to god, no one loves violence. Except Hollywood. It's not creepy, no.

But the deranged hate violence. The reason they resort to it, is frustration. They're trying to communicate their position, but they lack the ability to express themselves. If I'm on a soapbox, indignant, they would need all kinds of ability to even get a word in. And so the lunges, and the punches; came flying - not at me so much but where I was standing earlier.

Violent types are never as dangerous as they imagine. They're predictable, which makes them exploitable. All you need to do is punch holes through their emotional defences, and they dive headfirst into whatever trap you've set. Thank you, come again. Predictability is the definition of exploitability.

I had no plantations to defend, so I wasn't setting traps for them. But it would be dishonest if I suggested they represented a genuine threat. Might knows its right. Only a moron would get up on a soapbox to orate a flowing appeal when Insanity has already spoken. Might would be getting things their way. Not on my watch. I was acting in might's best interests, but to suggest that was a motivator would be laughable. Mostly, I was just "being difficult". As my mother would say. I've never been able to milk an explanation for what that means - exactly - but I think it means "pissing Might off". In which case, I am as difficult as I can be, as often as I remember to be.

I never did manage to put one over for justice, but I scored a few wins on the track so it wasn't like I was just losing, non-stop. When Might loses its mind in emotional outrage at being forced to make its 'argument' again, you have time to close out your arguments, grab a brief lunch, shower, change your clothes, all before the angry grunt serves to whistle off your departing train. I was quick. I've always been quick enough, I guess.

If I hadn't, I guess there'd be no need for guessing.

I wasn't a competitive sprinter; I'm do what needs to be done to get the job done. I'm competitive but I'm a thinker; which meant, team sports. I would think the most brilliant things whilst playing, but no one is ever going to know if you don't open your mouth to make the logical case. It was years before I had the confidence to open my mouth - even today, those who are hurried to pounce on errors or mistakes or dumb things anyone who talks a lot is liable to say, I'm reserved. Yes, it's their loss. But then that's the entire point of being reserved. You're reserved, for your exploiters.

You cannot reserve yourself.

We all have our edges. My edge was my deceptively - slow - turn of pace. It only seemed quicker because I'd be running before anyone else. If you'll permit my revealing one of the most embarassing moments of my life; indulge me. I genuinely had every reason to believe I was quicker than I really was. And when I got to ADFA, I wanted to play rugby. I knew where my strengths were. Strengths, and weaknesses, can be illusionary. I literally couldn't be stupid enough to lie in a job interview and young Benny Meerman was informally interviewing everyone. He asked me how quick I was and I said Quick. How quick? Pretty quick. Brilliant, he said.

As it turned out, I wasn't. Ben was confused. Who would claim to be something moments before a test which would show them up to be a liar? An insane person. Or a deceptively slow runner, who ran before everyone else for years. Until time trials had me sitting there, much like you must sit everywhere. Confused. Bewildered. Frustrated. Embarassed. I caught Benny's WTF. I was WTF'ing. 12 years later, I figured it out. But rest assured, I never claimed to be quick again. And of course, people started talking about me as if I was quick again. Life is a funny old bitch. Moral of the story? Don't be a creep. If something seems insane, there's usually a logical explanation. If none is apparent, talk it through.

Benny didn't. A few months later, we had returned to neutral. It's not a big deal, but it's very hard to come back from perceived insanity. We're all a little retarded, borderline insane. Once you're perceived to be nuts, your actions take on a new glow. It's correct, but it's not fair. When things aren't fair, they are not accurate. Correctness is an illusion, at times.

You would need to be in the top 7 billion at pattern detection, to detect a here. Have you...very good. Have a biscuit.

Talk. Talk Talk. Question everything you're uncertain about. Talk your way through everything you don't understand. I know who made you think it was a good idea to be coy about your ignorance. Don't listen to her. She's been tragically exploited for thousands of years. Time to break cycles because cycles are the most horrifying illusions of all. Anyone who says you reflect your parents or remind them of your parents is a fucking creep. Express yourself. Say, I am not my father's son. I am my own person. I am Julian Antonius Jnr. Rofl. Your dad must think very highly of himself, to start with dynasties. Want to bet I can make him look stupid?

Now why in christ's name would I? You know a good way to end up insane. Ridiculing the mentally deranged. They'll force you to see one of their shrinks, and my brain isn't big enough to be shrunken by electric currents. I tried to fix my TV reception using a smiliar strategy. Smacked a picture out of static a few times, before my TV stopped turning on.

I know for a fact that analogy is so horrifyingly close to the reality of electric-shock therapy, I have to fight the urge to force mass kerb-biting.

You people are not nice. Sometimes.

Wouldn't you like to be nicer? You can be mean to me, if you need to feel big. But when someone is down, must you kick them so gleefully? Being homeless is effectively illegal in every country on the planet. The fact that they've started writing actual laws to codify it makes me want to shout. Throw my hands up and shout. We're not making a very good impression on an impartial witness, you know. For creeps so obsessed with public perception, the idea that we might be watched by space brain doctors, doesn't frighten you? Well I'm going to find what does sooner or later. And when I do, the protection is going to be on the kerb. And edible.

Or we could just be nicer?

I'm butchering the fuck out of this section, I suspect. I'll have to come back to this in a more sober state.

, very good. On a couple of occasions, my ability to fluke a convincing "front of house" was all that separated a surprisingly determined chaser from his prey. If you can keep your wits when everyone about you is losing theirs, then you'll be insane my son.

I've always enjoyed the most casual of relationships with Sanity; with my diplomatic papers, I tend to check in and out as I please. In the same way that freedom is only ever valued when you're in chains; insanity really only terrifies the insane. Anyone who has - courageously - dabbed at sanity in this world will know exactly what I'm talking about when I say, most of the time; you can take it or leave it. But occasionally, taking leave of your senses is the hardest thing in the world to manage.

And how you manage those moments will determine the success or failure of your entire life.

Nah, I'm just fucking around. That's complete bunk, right there. You don't want to fall into that trap, setting up moments to make or break yourself. You're not going to able to make them all; and with that kind of pressure, what makes you think you're likely to make any? Hah. 31 and I'm handing out life advice as if I were a wise old owl. But that don't mean it ain't worth the considering.

Very nearly everything is worth the considering. The only possible exception I can imagine might be unsolicited selling. In particular if the unsolicited sale is being 'given' away. There is such a thing as a free lunch, but you almost couldn't be hungry enough for free lunches which are brought to you by Spam. You don't need to even take a whiff of those. Actually, that could be all Spam is banking on to cook your emotional goose. Just consider it, Spam will say. Take it or leave it. You have the power to choose. Lies, lies and don't be afraid to fight dirty when Spam politely takes away your option to - not - be rudely interrupted by the unprovoked injuring of Spam's 'options'.

Buy or suffer in pain.

Spam will be oh-so-polite when injuring you this way. That way, if you are 'rude' when responding to the rudest creeps of all, Spam can cry 'foul'.

"There's no need to be so rude!"

This is what creeps will say; when there is a need to be so rude, Spam wouldn't be capable of politely injuring, ever again. When Spam makes its unsolicited way to you, in order to politely slap your face with its pain; your options have been taken away which means you need to reframe the entire question. It's your choice, really; but I would go for the kidneys, myself. I honestly could not fault the more obvious target if you wanted to guarantee a more proportionate response to unsolicited...anything.

Of course, Spam will cry 'foul'; giving you just cause to 'request' they kindly bite the kerb (a "please" would be optional, but there is no need to be rude at this juncture; unless they are not polite enough to comply, then all bets would be off). Attempting to chew their way through your curb would be your signal to raise your foot upwards as though you were practicing the first half of a "stomping" motion. Bring your foot down in a practised motion, before bending down and giving them the chance to express their opinion in regards to your conduct, which they have provoked. They have a right to their opinion; would it kill you to at least - try - and make out their blubbering? We live in a Polite Society, do we not? Do the right thing. Let them express themselves.

After you have levelled the playing field. Their provocation. You are literally within your rights to kill those who gamble with unsolicited selling and 'giving' away and bearing reports of gloom and what have you. It won't be news unless you go hunting for it. Messengers who bring you information you have not specifically requested, will only ever bring you abortions of 'truth'. They'll bring you fiction. They'll even lie to you. And when they tell the truth, it will be the most dangerous of all lies. The Truth is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. When you are permitted to be selective with truths, you can be the creepiest and most dangerous of all manipulative creeps.

I suck at lying; I always have. I became a brilliantly gifted manipulator; without ever telling a lie, you would have been hopelessly deceived. I was so good at doing this, I started doing it to myself. "Uh oh", is the appropriate phrase. When you start deceiving yourself, you become the dumbest moron alive. I wasn't deceiving myself so much as forgetting to keep my wits about me, when I cruised through my first couple years in Thailand; always remembering to be sensitive of the local simpletons' preference for soft polite tones; their abhorrence for raised voices or angry words or gestures. Remembering to be cautious not to startle the gentle sheep with sudden physical movements which may appear to 'threaten', and so forth. I was never lied to or taken advantage of, in two years.

There were a few times when I thought I had been, but I cannot honestly recall how the investigations proceded. I vaguely remember some scenes I created, but the Thais are as forgiving as they are gentle; my horror at having offended them with my brash Americano ways was always forgiven, occasionally they would even see fit to assist me bridge the cultural divide.

Hah.

Hahahah. Hah.

I have been all over the world and I've never been played by a single culture. Until Thailand. Where everyone bent me over and massaged my shoulders and tousled my hair and whispered sweet nothings in my ear as they made sweet love to my behind, from behind my stupidity. They owned my stupid face.

The day I realised what was going on, in a domino effect of "Uh" and "Oh" realisations; was one of the most delightful days of my life. Oh I cared nothing for the illumination; it was 20 months too late. I cared about the implications. An entire race of geniuses? Had I found...Utopia?

As it turned out, not quite. Thais are geniuses; I fell in love with their brilliance. But they fell short of superhuman. It's not that I was disappointed, but I've never enjoyed seeing genius exploited. Least of all, when I was exploiting them. I've never exploited Thais, I'm flat-out treading water trying to stay afloat. I was thinking about poker. But Thais, who would make brilliant poker players, are getting mercilessly exploited. It's tragic really; and with such pedestrian drivel? It kills me to know that the strategy used to stitch up dole-bludging bum wannabe gangstas in Sydney's beachside suburbs, is the identical strategy being used to stitch up Thai geniuses. It's just not right. That's all I'm saying.

Great batsmen should get out playing cavalier cuts and drives; not chopping the ball back onto their stumps as if they were retarded or...me. Thais are geniuses, but then they knew that already. And that has been their undoing. The biggest common mistake geniuses make, when they spend all their time looking down below; is forgetting about the levels above. There are always levels above. Thais interact with inferior cultures every day; which is why they've made the classic cultural mistake. The Romans did it. The British did it. The Germans did it. Americans do it all the time. The French have more or less done it without interruption or technical just cause; which is part of their charm, of course. And now Thais are doing it. Imagining superiority exists by virtue of exposure to endless inferiority.

Cultures can be inferior to other cultures. No culture can ever be superior. It's not counter-intuitive. Your intuition has been corrupted, possibly by culture. Cultures can be graded by degrees of inferiority; cultures never get above neutral because culture is, by definition, a negative. A mechanism, to enable control. From above.

When you are proud of your culture, you are effectively saying "Don't I look fabulous in these chains?"

Thai girls look so fabulous, the chains aren't even a deal-breaker. But then they are still a pity. I cannot impress the exploited. Well I would like to? I'd like the chance to? Can't. I can learn languages. I can gain fluency affording my capacity to be boring. That's about it. This fact is often lost on those who learn foreign dialects. But as I listened - with a smirk - to a fluent Thai speaker attempt to chat up a pretty Thai girl on the BTS one day, I enjoyed the absence of meddling pity. I could despise, without restriction. And I did.

And she did.

Of course, he didn't realise it. Thais will despise, politely. She was sharing the joke with the entire carriage, of course; though she had a moment of mild alarm when she smirked at me a moment before registering similarities I - personally - found offensive. I don't even say hello or thank you in Thai. I think it would be insulting if I did. Would you - appreciate - a Japanese gentleman saying "Tank woo" rather than a polished "Arigato"? Of course you wouldn't. So what makes imbeciles imagine they're being so warming by making an effort? I know exactly where that idiocy comesfrom. Imbeciles who play right into Thai shrugs. They'll exploit you either way, but if you insist on being a moron, it's not their job to educate you. We're all exploiting, or we're trying to. I don't care how you lie to yourself.

The only person I'm presently aware of who isn't doing that is this one moron I know. But he has exploited enough for one lifetime. He's just happy to be here. He doesn't need anything from anyone. Some writing ability, if you'll permit a request; but there's nothing I want except a chance to impress. I don't want it that badly, obviously. I'm just saying. English is moronic. Thais should all speak it. The irrelevance of one to the other should be obvious; but it isn't. Thais imagine they don't need English. Everyone needs English. What Thais don't - need - is the Thai language. What use would they have for it, when they could speak to each other in the same language as the one they use to communicate with the other 7 billion humans, scattered around the globe?

Thais who are bilingual will imagine they can be crafty. They tend to skip in and out of each, for strategical reasons. I honestly wish I couldn't, but I was provably one of the best in the entire world at pattern detection. I was gifted, really. It's my fault my gifts purchased misery. But I am literally one of the best - of 7 billion, I might be in the top 10,000; when it comes to pattern detection. If Thais never alternated between English and Thai, they could stand a much better chance of deceiving me. If they never tried to deceive, they'd be infinitely better off. But that's Logic 102.

Humanity is still stuck on basic maths. Is 7,000,000,000 > or < 100,000,000? It's not a tough spot. But 99% of the 7 billion get the answer wrong.

We need to fix this. It's unacceptable.

Apologies. I know how you don't like being told things.

"Don't you agree that this is an unacceptable state of affairs, fictional conversationalist to aid story-telling truths to vassals?"

"I do agree, oh wise protagonist. It is a deplorable state of affairs."

This is a true story. I'm not going to fictionalise it for your benefit. I'm brighter than you are, in some respects. You are brighter than I am, in many respects. Respectfully, I'm not going to insult you when I know something you need to know. I'm just going to tell you. If you would prefer to be told with pictures or other learning aids, the kindergarten is that way.

Which way?

Exactly. Get the fuck out of our conversation, toddlers. Adults need to talk now. It's an emergency. Listen, by all means. Question, unless you're insane. But don't argue like imbeciles, using your illusional reservations as 'sticking' points. I hate it when you do that.

Are we clear?

I said, ARE WE CLEAR?

Fuck me? That was the right answer. Now, let us proceed.

fuck me writing is a bitch

[SkyNigger]

I really struggle in the middle. I need to tie in the politics because this is a story about Thaksin and Christianity and Red Shirt riots as much as it's a story about Mai. But I'm all over the place. I wish you useless chumps could give me feedback. I could dump it all out and you morons could tell me what to cut and what I can get away with leaving in?

Also I'm torn about whether or not I even include any CoG bullshit. Again, wish yall weren't useless.

[Steerpike]

Scooter this isn't a story it's just you ranting again.

To be a compelling storyteller you have to be an effective communicator and that's not a strength of yours.

[SkyNigger]

Scooter this isn't a story it's just you ranting again.

To be a compelling storyteller you have to be an effective communicator and that's not a strength of yours.

okay what do I need to change.

[Steerpike]

Who is the protagonist?

Obviously we all know it's you but other readers haven't been introduced to the main character, they don't know his name, age, appearance or even why he's in Thailand in the first place.

If the reader is going to buy into this guy and what he's saying then it would help if he was somewhat likable, or could be respected, or at the very least had our sympathy, but thus far he has no back-story and we have no reason to care about the character or connect with him in any way. The only compelling thing about him so far is that he's taken a child-prostitute home with him and to use that so early in the story is more of a shock-tactic than a plot device, imagine the impact if we had first grown to like this guy and empathize with him in some way, then you put pressure onto the reader and test their preconceptions.

You need to research your protagonist and present him to the reader in a more measured way. I'd recommend you mix in more of his biography and when it comes to his views, they can be expressed during conversations with other characters. Characters drive the story and those characters need to communicate with each other. Dialogue, not monologue.

On a more general note you use too much of the internet language we use on these boards, you unashamedly used 'True story' and 'hella' which have to go. The use of 'whole hole' at one point is really awkward, in fact there are several sentences you've used which I suspect you think are very cleverly constructed but they are a distraction. You need a deft touch to tell a story and the author has to seek out some level of connection with his readers, your story so far has been delivered from a platform with the subtlety of a dictator hammering his fist on a lectern.

Who is the protagonist and why should I care about him?

Why should I listen to anything he has to say?

After I've listened, will I think he said anything worthwhile?

[Steerpike]

Also you use far too many adjectives.

Have a read through something by Daniel Defoe, he has an exquisite command of language which he delivers with a disarming simplicity.

[rum dick]

Keep your chin up skynigger

[Bobby Wong]

are you fucking retarded with that daniel defoe shit the man was writing 300 years ago when nobody even knew what a novel is he was just making things up as he went along

[SkyNigger]

Who is the protagonist?

Obviously we all know it's you but other readers haven't been introduced to the main character, they don't know his name, age, appearance or even why he's in Thailand in the first place.

Trying to think about this, but who will care why I'm in Thailand or my particulars? Isn't it better to just drill straight into the action?

when it comes to his views, they can be expressed during conversations with other characters.

Sigh. Isn't that dropping to lowest common denominator vassal tricks? Or is that just standard storytelling?

Characters drive the story and those characters need to communicate with each other. Dialogue, not monologue.

This makes sense but who am I going to speak to? All of this story is true obviously; I dunno about dipping into fiction...

The use of 'whole hole' at one point is really awkward, in fact there are several sentences you've used which I suspect you think are very cleverly constructed but they are a distraction.

The whole hole was sfterrible. fml

Who is the protagonist and why should I care about him?

Me. Not sure. He doesn't even care about himself at this point.

Why should I listen to anything he has to say?

Because I'm brighter than every single reader. I'm only half-joshing. Why can't sheer logic justify readability?

After I've listened, will I think he said anything worthwhile?

Oh I'm making a pretty outrageous argument. it will either be "he's onto something" or "censor this fucking clown NOW!!"

This girl is probably underage.

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[SkyNigger]

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[SkyNigger]

The more I think about it, the more I realise Steerpike is right.

So basically what I want to do is hijack my own story to rant wisdom at fucking clowns. But as to how I can do this...I admit I haven't the fucking slightest clue.

[SkyNigger]

rofl I was free-styling there. but it made me laugh. I'm pretty wasted. SUE ME.

Does anyone still say that? In this, our litigious age.

leftover copy - tb assessed

. am quite certain they were despising me politely for 20 months or so. But what can you do, except clap your hands with glee upon finding out. Humans who get cut at being outplayed have always baffled me. Personally, I've always been delighted. It makes a pleasant change from getting outplayed by those who imagine advanced strategy involves linking arms in order to shoot themselves in the face.

I'm never going to see that insanity coming. I'm not naive. I just don't factor your insanity into my game theory models. I never will. Religion has fucked up the game. It's just not cricket, anymore. imagine your culture defines you, you are saying "Don't I look good in these chains?"

. It's never going to be love to non-stop. . . Don't let - anyone - confuse you on this issue. ...do you ever wonder how many teeth American History X knocked out of mouths around the globe? I think about things like that all the time. I have no idea if it's in my best interests; it's not something I can really control. Do you ever wonder whether those who script scenes like that one, suffer in agony through sleepless nights; attempting to weigh the Costs v the Benefits of making such a graphic impact? Attempting to balance Unknowables v the Unknown.

I don't think the consideration enters their mind, aside from achieving a targeted Rating.



nonsense, right there. It's natural to imagine your entire life hinging on a moment; especially with the 'benefit' of hindsight (almost never 20/20, is it?) - but the reality is almost never as "life or death" as humans imagine. I mean, unless you're a gazelle being chased by a cheetah in a wildlife show (cut left! the other left! uh oh), if you live in the moment, you will be fucking up a lot of moments in quick succession. Regrets, I've had more than a few; but if I could do it all again, I would not be doing it my way again. That way sucked. I would go with a more optimal approach; fuck knows what Ole Blue Eyes was babbling about, but if you gave me two bob to wager on the proposition, I'd wager the fact he wrote a song about it suggests he did not - in fact - do it his way. the moment is never as important as one imagines. Your ability to manage it at such a moment will able to mask an unsustainable heart rate threatening to shut the entire operation down acute pain getting cuter every second, by the secondcould hold for long enough to see off Mighta runner, but I never cared for competitive running. I've always run alone In the Children of God, might was ‘right’ - but of course might is never right, by virtue of logical necessity. If might was right, it would have no use for power; right need only make an argument to persuade. Power is what petulant Toddlers use in lieu of non-existent arguments, to break the “free will” of others and force everyone to ‘see’ things their way. The argument that power is needed to protect against power gone insane, is the wrong argument. Wars are not fought between Good and Evil. Wars are setup between Evil men, drunk with power. In tandem, they work in partnership; feverishly selling hatred and fear to their respective masses in order to manufacture a climate conducive to war. It’s not easy to make a human want to do to humans what humans do to each other, when nations are at war. It’s takes a lot of hate. And a lot of fear. When the masses are choked by their fears, something has to give. Fear gives way to anger, and angry masses will look in any direction they’re directed to apply their hatred.

This is how Evil men smash millions of human marbles into each other in vile wars of attrition. They work together to setup the stage. Then they fling their latest military toys and human marbles into each other; the more marbles, the greater the occasion. And when nations have collapsed, with entire cities converted to rubble; even before the bodies of the fallen can be properly laid to rest, the creeps swing into action. Historians. The creepiest spin doctors of all.

Historians never let history get in the way of their writing it. Revisioning recent history is an easy game, when those who suffered through it are too traumatised to care about setting the record straight. Lies, lies and insulting lies; this is History and it can be proven as easy as translating a few textbooks. The lies aren’t for the ‘benefit’ of those who suffered through the horrors. They aren’t likely to need a refresher. The lies are for the next generation. And the next. Lies are written for school-children. Lies ensure the next generation of marbles can be made to hate. History never repeats itself. But historians have been known to. Children have always been the unluckiest victims of their Fiction.

They say that History is written by the winners, but that’s never been the case. There are no winners in war; but even if there were, the winners could only ever hope to write History for 'their' marbles.

History isn’t written by winners. It’s written by linguists. They lie to marbles, fluently.

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[MistaCobalina]

So basically what I want to do is hijack my own story to rant wisdom at fucking clowns. But as to how I can do this...I admit I haven't the fucking slightest clue.



If you want a good example of how not to do it, read atlas shrugged.

[rum dick]

I too have wondered how many teeth American history x knocked out around the globe.

[rum dick]

Also mildly annoyed that you've made me want to read Luke again.

[rum dick]

Lot to talk about in the leftover copy section. In fact would love to discuss over several cocktails but zero chance of tackling that via kindle touch screen

[Statutory Ape]

okay what do I need to change.

Stop trying too hard.

[Statutory Ape]

Stop trying too hard.


gay sex: graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape

You act as if you know but you don't know bro
I am a grown toddler over here, I can handle myself

[behemoth old]

I too have wondered how many teeth American history x knocked out around the globe.


That movie sucks donkey balls.

[DankBlaniels]

scooter is it correct to say you identify with these child prostitutes because they remind you of yourself ?

Has there been more than one?

Looks like i phrased that badly.

Maybe is should have asked this question instead -

scooter is it correct to say you identified with this child prostitute because she reminded you of yourself ?

I was under the impression that you did identify with this girl and this sentence basically confirms it.



I tried to imagine this skinny little 14 year old child lugging plastic bags of food around Bangkok, homeless. No doubt she was pretty tough and brave. I remembered how 'tough' and 'brave' I was at her age. I was lugging plastic bags of textbooks around the Gold Coast, homeless. But our plights cannot be imagined to be comparable; not sure why I was imagining they could be. But I was. I was a lot bigger than she was. And not nearly as pretty. Though I like to think I represented an irrepressible fantasy of someone, somewhere; the dull reality I begrudgingly have to accept is that -- as a gangly and scruffy runt - I was so much safer than I imagined. Mai would not be able to imagine the threats she will face.

Now if you want more constructive critisism, as pike as already mentioned i would be good if you include some of your background before you get to this part of the story.

The reader will better understand your motives for bringing a child prostitute back to your room if they know what you have been through to get to this point.

I think when you compare your own experiences as a homeless 14 year old with this girls it would be more interesting for the reader if they were already aware of what happened to you.

[Statutory Ape]

Looks like i phrased that badly.

Maybe is should have asked this question instead -



I was under the impression that you did identify with this girl and this sentence basically confirms it.



Now if you want more constructive critisism, as pike as already mentioned i would be good if you include some of your background before you get to this part of the story.

The reader will better understand your motives for bringing a child prostitute back to your room if they know what you have been through to get to this point.

I think when you compare your own experiences as a homeless 14 year old with this girls it would be more interesting for the reader if they were already aware of what happened to you.

I strongly disagree.

If the reader has no background, at this point they would be chilled to the bone, expecting the worst.

Then, when he breaks the news he's not a pedophile, and the next chapter isn't spent with Mai duct taped hands to ankles, the reader will be taken off guard and become emotionally attached to our story teller. The majority, of course, will still be enthralled to see what happens next, some siding with him as being a good person, others expecting the worst to be lying just around the corner. We want the readers reading nonetheless, which they shall continue doing IF we pique their interest.

Much to be said for the shock value of the unknown. If we start with "well, see, I was homeless too, so don't you fret" then there's nothing really separating this story from any other....

[rum dick]

Pretty sure the part about the child prostitute being like ok now whatthe fuck do I do now that the magic gringo has decided to forget I'm stuck in his condo while he goes onn a three day meth smoking bender and shares his deep thoughts with idiots on the interwebs takes care of the shock angle.

[rum dick]

And if you really want to use your noodle to sniff out some shock go back to the part where the protagonist introduces his "heroic act" and reconcile it with what he actually did....let some jailbait drag her and him away from some dusty old whores, let a taxi drive them to his condo, give her some cash and food, and then literally forget the whole thing happened. My money is all that resulted. from the protagonist's reactions was the girl got a full belly and a mild beating

[rum dick]

I do applaud the protagonist for reacting but he still needs to learn how to act.

[rum dick]

Also there needs to be a reference or three to the protagonists giant wang

[Statutory Ape]

I really struggle in the middle. I need to tie in the politics because this is a story about Thaksin and Christianity and Red Shirt riots as much as it's a story about Mai. But I'm all over the place. I wish you useless chumps could give me feedback. I could dump it all out and you morons could tell me what to cut and what I can get away with leaving in?

Also I'm torn about whether or not I even include any CoG bullshit. Again, wish yall weren't useless.

You lost me at
On the street. In the family home. In the Holy books. In the legislative arena. Everywhere you turn, might is believed by everyone who wields power to be more or less right. But on the street, the emotional insanity is exacerbated. The deranged hate violence. I swear to god, no one loves violence. Except Hollywood. It's not creepy, no.

Up till that point was magic, then you got preachy, and I was hoping for some more of what happened to Mai, I mean she just stole all your food and that's it? That can't be it! I am an american damn you, what kind of hollywood ending is this???

[Statutory Ape]

I just realized you are hoping for a smooth transition--to preachy.

Not feelin it, not yet anyway. It's a work in progress tho, solid foundation lain and all.

[Statutory Ape]

And if you really want to use your noodle to sniff out some shock go back to the part where the protagonist introduces his "heroic act" and reconcile it with what he actually did....let some jailbait drag her and him away from some dusty old whores, let a taxi drive them to his condo, give her some cash and food, and then literally forget the whole thing happened. My money is all that resulted. from the protagonist's reactions was the girl got a full belly and a mild beating

Yeah I'm kind of not buying this version of the story either, but hey, who am I to say...maybe it did really happen, maybe scute really went back into the brothel "just to look around" and made damned sure he visually sampled all the goods "just to satisfy his curiosity" and eventually rescued the hottest bate there "just because she looked hungry" I mean....It's preeeetty far fetched, but plausible....sort of (pass the damned pipe THIS WAY people)

[Statutory Ape]

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile?

Damnit I know I'm setting myself up for some shit now, but whatever

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[behemoth old]

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[behemoth old]

Pretty sure the part about the child prostitute being like ok now whatthe fuck do I do now that the magic gringo has decided to forget I'm stuck in his condo while he goes onn a three day meth smoking bender and shares his deep thoughts with idiots on the interwebs takes care of the shock angle.


Isn't this how you met Edwina?

[SkyNigger]

Also mildly annoyed that you've made me want to read Luke again.

I have a feeling a cringe is incoming but remind me what "Luke" is again?

Lot to talk about in the leftover copy section. In fact would love to discuss over several cocktails but zero chance of tackling that via kindle touch screen

I have hundreds of pages of random thoughts just like that which I want and need to discuss with people, but you know how people are about walls of text on their smart phones and PDAs. I fear I'll be going to my grave having blistering conversations full of intrigue and insight, with myself.

Stop trying too hard.

No I need to try harder. Actually, I just need to try. Getting wasted and free-styling without hitting a backspace key isn't going to cut the mustard, it seems.

I was under the impression that you did identify with this girl and this sentence basically confirms it.

I identify with anyone who is exploited by creeps. I struggle to identify with the creeps, who are being exploited by creeps (of course); which means, I mostly identify with children who are being exploited by creeps.

The lugging bags around homeless bit...there's a number of things I'm trying to do without requisite skill / ability; but throughout the entire story I want to subtlety drill home to morons who are obsessed with class wars - morons who focus on socio-economic distinguishing variables "them v us" etc - that they're fucking moronic. Because it's all an illusion. You can be homeless, uneducated, and a child hooker (if you're pretty enough) or a McDonalds child slave (if you're not pretty enough). Society will view you as worthless.

This is really fucking dumb.

Fast forward 3-4 years and you could be at a formal dinner with the Governor-General in attendance as a flag officer who liked something you said (or wants to fuck you) toasts your being "representative of all the promise and potential of the future" or whatever. Of course no one would be listening because 200 officers are looking at a girl who looks like Mai, and a couple hundred of their escorts are pretending not to notice.

3-4 years. It's like a flash.

In another 3-4 years, you're unemployable, dealing drugs, getting drunk, getting in trouble, on the bottom rung of Society's VALUATION scale again. Maybe Mai has an abortion, or is a single mother.

3-4 years. It's nothing, really.

In another 3-4 years, you're a USD millionaire and the 'upper' classes are eying you off for their daughters. Maybe Mai's face gets discovered, she's on the cover of magazines, breaking the hearts of rich little boys who are only comfortable around their mother.

My point being, PEOPLE ARE MORONS when it comes to evaluation of other humans. ESPECIALLY IN THAILAND. The Hi-So set are so fucking tragic and legitimately miserable but so incredibly NORMAL underneath all the faggotry; they can't even realise they're creating their own chains with their fear of Thailand's lower / middle classes running over the top of their moronic worthless aristocracy. Once you get the snobs to let their hair / fears down - and once you get the wretched poor to let go of the chips on their shoulders and the understandable (but not justifiable or logical) hatred / desire for revenge; get the poor to re-discover their sense of self-worth and give them their self-esteem back - and you'd be horrified.

Human beings are indistinguishable from each other. It's all bullshit illusions created by religion to ensure misery - which affords them a role to play where they wouldn't have one, otherwise.

Everyone just wants to have fun. But you're all too stupid to have a clue about how to go about it. Religion made you all think it was - intelligent - to exclude.

Yeah that's so stupid I wouldn't know whether to laugh at you or urinate on you. That's a - really - fucking stupid thing to do! You cannot reserve yourself. If you're reserved, you're someone else's property.

The lugging plastic bags around homeless paragraph was just supposed to be the start of the ongoing theme about human value.

Now if you want more constructive critisism, as pike as already mentioned i would be good if you include some of your background before you get to this part of the story.I've thought about this and I don't think so. I'm a crappy protagonist for what I'm trying to do because I've lived a superhuman existence of moronic excelling. The things I achieved are incomprehensible and implausible because people are WORLD-CLASS FAILBOATS, by and large. I cannot even talk blandly about my background without sounding like I'm one of the failboat imbeciles who thinks there is value in failing at self-promotion.

The reader will better understand your motives for bringing a child prostitute back to your room if they know what you have been through to get to this point.My motive is her fucking 1 in a 100,000 aesthetics. The challenge, which a talented writer would relish, is in making morons understand that valuation of something that is VALUABLE has no legitimate relevance to PERSONAL, EXCLUSIVE OWNERSHIP. This is an ANTI-LOVE STORY. Saving a pretty face for humanity because it's a fucking tragedy to let faces like this get destroyed by filth. At no stage did I ever contemplate OWNERSHIP or PERSONAL USE. Morons don't understand basic shit like this because religion made you all think things only have VALUE to you. You would either project yourself onto her USEFULNESS or consider her WORTHLESS if you had no PERSONAL USE for her. That's because you're a Catholic Toddler, and a fucking creep.

But if I knew how to write, I would change all that about you. I joke a little about my 'heroism' but, realistically, I'm being as HEROIC as anyone is EVER going to be. No one does charity. Charity is a bold-faced lie sold by pedophiles and exploiters to idiotic creeps who don't want to get their hands 'dirty' so they let the dirty priests take care of all the orphans that religion MAKES.

What I was hoping to do was continually sell the reality of my non-PC valuation of PRETTY over UGLY; and at some point, just smash the creeps with their PC Reality when they're feeling emotionally haughty. I.e. Mai's EXPLOITATION and ILLEGAL status, which is their fault.

I think when you compare your own experiences as a homeless 14 year old with this girls it would be more interesting for the reader if they were already aware of what happened to you.I was toying with that idea but I realised I was trying to force comparisons that weren't really applicable. I was not in Mai's position when I was 14. I was terrified and trying to be hilariously 'brave' but the reality is I wasn't - really - in any danger at all. I only IMAGINED that seedy old creeps wanted to fuck me. Aside from the LOVING Middle Men of Christian Compassion who would try to hug and grope us after baiting the dumber kids with doughnuts and hot chocolate, no one gave a fuck whether we lived or died. Which was a big mistake, of course. I smirked at a moron who went bankrupt because he was too stupid to understand a homeless kid asleep 20m from his store has VALUE. I was too caught up in delusions of DIGNITY to steal from him, but I smirked at every other kid warily kept their eyes on me whilst stealing from under his moronic Greek face. I didn't approve of 'stealing', at the time. Had he not been a fucking moron, I could have saved his business with some headshakes and glares.

He went bankrupt because he was feeding hundreds of homeless people, without realising it. He kept muttering about "this damn economy" rofl.

If the reader has no background, at this point they would be chilled to the bone, expecting the worst.

Not really, because no one writes stories about their pedophile escapades. I was toying with the idea of teasing the suggestion along, but it would be fictional so I'm not sure. The conclusion is fucking banging. But I gotta fluke the body of this story out because Mai is just wrapping paper for what I really want to write about and that is Thaksin using the open-sourced corruption of Moses to defeat decency over and over again, in Thailand. And all this was happening, just as Mai 'turned' from a sexless pretty child into a sex symbol that makes men lose their fucking minds.

Yeah I'm kind of not buying this version of the story either

That's because you're a Catholic Toddler trapped in your chains which make you see the world in terms of ME ME ME.

I'm more intelligently SELFISH than you are. You are selfless without realising it. Anyone who thinks in narcissistic terms is a demented selfless victim of their own insanity.

I went back down into Horror to get a pretty girl who I was 100% going to sleep with. I found a pretty child who only creeps could imagine sleeping with, instead. Over the next 3-4 years, I saved her face maybe 50 times - giving her over 100,000 baht all up, which she used to stay alive (there are some revelations yet to be made, of course) - and I did all of this not because I wanted her to BE pretty for me, but because she WAS pretty and humanity NEEDS her to stay pretty. You're all just too stupid to realise things like this. They're not complex. If I knew how to write, I could illuminate them and you'd recoil in horror at how demented you are with your imbecilic narcissistic insanity.

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile?

Jesus christ. Religion has obliterated you morons on this issue.

Another point I was going to make, when I tell a story about a fucking STUNNING Red Shirt girl who I hooked up with the night before the violence was ignited by her comrades; is that you're a pedophile all the time. You just don't realise it. This girl was so cute - but so stupid - I was backpedaling away from Sanity all night; worried she would put her clothes back on. But there are limits to Insanity. If you're so stupid, you're indistinguishable from a demented toddler, anyone who fucks you is a pedophile.

It doesn't matter if you're 18, 28 or 88.

Religion blurred the line between acceptability and INSANITY by making it 'naughty'. And now morons are in a race to shoot themselves in their own faces; thinking they're being 'wicked' or 'incorrigible' or something hilarious.

No. They're just urinating on their own faces; oblivious to why they're miserable.

Fucking children is not fulfilling. I know this for a fact. Children are literally all you can fuck in this demented world of toddlers.

http://motherless.com/76683B2 <----99% of this forum and lurkers would splash in a damned heartbeatThe last one I tried to open, covered my desktop with filth and virus-ridden popups. I couldn't even get to the fucking video you were trying to post.

Speaking of which, give me the link to your slimmed down ML image. I want to download and try it. The realisation just hit me that so much is hidden during the installation - process - that reimaging a clean SSD might be interesting. If, of course, the image is more or less clean. It's worth a shot, at least.

[SkyNigger]

Religion blurred the line between Sanity and Insanity by making it 'naughty'. And now morons are in a race to shoot themselves in their own faces; driving the line of 'acceptability' younger and younger. Go into a Ratchada pyramid altar to Thailand's exploitation of "pretty" and there are fucking 11 and 12 year old babies. I have seen them! My instinct was fury, because these fucking girls. I understood it's hard for them, most of them being single mothers etc. It was only when I tried to work out which of the washed-up whores could even be old enough to be the mother of these children sitting in the corner of the room that I started twitching a little bit.

"Surely not."

"No. no no no no way. Hah."

"Wouldn't that be horrifying. But you're really too cynical these days."

This is what I was thinking, looking around for the cleaner who should NOT have brought their daughters to work with them. I was looking at them, looking around, looking for someone or some way for this to make SENSE - when the manager of the place saw me looking and got dollar signs in front of his eyes.

You need to understand, almost no one pays them a second thought. They're not fuckable. Humans aren't pedophiles; pedophilia is INSANITY. But then this is a very religious world and they are there to capitalize on insanity. Or as the manager of this Ratchada multi-level brothel in Thailand's illegal sex industry labeled it...those with a "discerning eye for ladies".

Maybe I should get him to write Mai's story.

Thais are horrifyingly pragmatic. Way - WAY - too pragmatic to be sane, but they're merely meeting the market with supply for what the victims of religion demand. It's expensive. I was surprised. I couldn't speak so I had to listen.

20,000 baht. It was like 3000 for stunning girls. 2000 or 1500 for washed-up 22 year olds and shit. 20,000 for an unfuckable child. Pedophiles will say these things are subjective; we're all entitled to an opinion - but if I say your mother is going to love riding on my...I know what pedophiles think about opinions. It's not subjective. You cannot fuck children. They're unfuckable in the way Harley's dog wasn't fuckable.

If you think it's 'naughty' or fun, I guess you can do whatever the fuck you like but it doesn't mean your opinion is valid.

I was accidentally very shrewd. The manager mistook my horror for shrewd negotiation skills. I literally stared at the girls without blinking. He negotiated with himself, going down to 10k at one point before a 'second' pedophile joined the fun and games; at which point the manager went back up to 15k and settled on 13k as his final price. I never engaged him.

The pedophile was shrewdly deciding whether he was willing to part with that much money for one of these two children. He had his eye on the slightly older one, but he was very courteous. Very polite. He understood, I was there first. He didn't want to jump the gun whilst I was still deciding. He was quite charming, really. I was trying to breathe.

I got there. I'm a survivor. I cracked a joke. It wasn't a very good one, but when everyone is having fun, anything you say is funny.

"13,000?" I whistled. "And she'd be about 13?" The manager confirmed she was - indeed - 13. I have no doubt she would be 11 or 15 had I 'confirmed' either. For her part, she never said a word. She just stared at me, without blinking. Willing me to blush, and turn away. I can play chicken. I can even crack lame jokes whilst playing chicken.

"13 for 13." I turned to the pedophile, who was clearly willing me not to take her. He wanted her so badly, but of course; etiquette precluded his being rude. "It's a bargain", I said to him. "Only 1000 per year!"

It wasn't a very funny joke. Actually, it's not funny at all. But you should have heard the laughter. They were bent over double, clapping me on the back and I lost the game of chicken.

I want to blame the filthy touching but the truth is, I was simply outclassed. I was never going to win there and it's not like I could just stand there, staring at her all day. I'm a busy guy. I've got things to do. People to see. Places to go. But mostly, I couldn't just stare at her all day as the most horrifying creeps in the world ran their hands over my back at my 'hilarity'.

She was a little punk. She didn't even blink. I wished the pedophile 'luck', he thanked me graciously; I shook the manager's hand and walked out. They were still chuckling softly - and I'd wager anything she wouldn't have broken that glare - as I opened the front door to the mega-brothel and walked out into the scorching Ratchada sun.

It was two in the afternoon. The restaurants were packed with the lunch crowd. The police kept a vigilant eye on the busy Huay-Kwang intersection from their watchtower, about 40 yards away. I strode past them confidently, remembering I needed to grab some clean glass unless I wanted to tilt myself attempting to clean one of my used ones. Have you ever cleaned a meth pipe? It's a real bitch. They're not really disposable but I just throw them away after use because you can poison yourself with alcohol and housekeeping will clean horrifying filth like human excrement, sweat-soaked grimy sheets covered in semen, blood, vomit, snot and other things you don't even want to imagine and they'll do all that and more for you with tender sympathy and gentle care. Well they would if you were 'generous' with your tips, but I know how shrewd you are. But housekeeping would be uncomfortable and even horrified if you begged them to clean a glass pipe for you; what with the filth of a junkie's lips at one end and the blackened smudge left by an open flame at the other. I understand their position and fuck if I'm going to clean that shit so I skipped past the police officers and turned onto the main road in Huay-Kwang to pick up 'disposable' pipes in bulk.

There are a number of stores selling meth pipes and and other ingenious illicit-drug smoking aids along the main road which turns into the Huay-Kwang night market bazaar. At night. I was momentarily confused until I realised, of course, the specific store I was looking for was never going to be open that early in the day. I wonder if the early pedophile birds get the juiciest worms? It stands to reason; after all, this is a "who comes first, gets served" kind of world.

Would it be rude to have an issue with the fact that pedophiles help themselves to all of the worms? You know why a 22 year old prostitute is washed up, in Thailand? It's funny, really; you'll never guess.

It's because they're WASHED UP whores.

By the time a child in the sex industry is fuckable, she'd have been fucked over a thousand times. The 17, 18 year old stunners in the luxurious and dignified establishment I had only just departed - after relaxing with a drink and sharing a few laughs in good-natured camaraderie with other wealthy and distinguished gentlemen - the premium-tiered 4000 baht girls; they've been fucked thousands of times already. They go home after six customers a day, if they don't want to work overtime; and they don't take holidays. Not even at Songkran. That's the busy season. That's a joke, of course.

Girls as pretty as those teenagers are busy every day of their life. There is time for relaxing, when you're dead; or when you are dying, I suppose. Fucking faggots and intravenous drug users. Fucking junkies and queers giving everyone their monkey-fucking AIDS.

But you can do maths, right? You're not as stupid as you look, I'm assuming. Run the maths. 6 x 365 = 1 year. They're 17 or 18. They've had sex thousands of times by the time they're fuckable. I just think it's unfair, is all. Pedophiles are WINNING the game!

I'm hilarious, really. Of course no one wins, at all. That moronic buffoon pedophile who thought I was hilarious; he has to play demented games with himself. There was no purity or innocence that girl. Her precocious was 'enjoyed' by some 'lucky' man, roughly one thousand customers ago. Or didn't you understand what all the staring was about?

No one can win. Do you know what it's like to have sex with a human who has literally been bred for sex and nothing else? Thais have perfected the future. They're so far ahead of you, it's hilarious. They're decades in front. Go to Thailand and you'll see the future of the entire world, happening now.

My stomach lurched as I realised the stores I wanted to reward with my custom couldn't be expected to open that early in the day. And whenever I play chicken with child prostitutes, I have to smoke shortly after. It's just my routine. Cursing the early hour and knowing it would take me an hour to clean blackened glass, I spun around in the middle of the street to head back to my hotel across the road.

I dipped my head to the officers, who were enjoying their lunch and watching a football match in their air-conditioned digs. Not a bad job, being a Thai cop. But they do a pretty damn good job, in reality. Pragmatism is the hallmark of intelligence, and Thais are the most pragmatic people in the world. The officer who caught my gaze as I walked back past their tower quickly dabbed his mouth with his handkerchief before responding with a respectful - but very relaxed - two-finger salute before turning his attention back to the football as I waited for the lights to change to the legal colour for road-crossing.

I may be a discerning gentleman, widely considered to be hilarious and unfailingly courteous to all; but I am not above the law. The law is there for my safety. Law & Order is not just a popular American TV show, you know. The officers and I watched Bolton sweep upfield for a minute or two, whilst I waited for the traffic light system to register the absence of danger in order to "give the green light" - you might say - to my walking ten yards across the empty road. There weren't any cars, as far as I could see - which is pretty far, a kilometer or so - but what if were cars! Did you think about that? If there were cars, driving the way cars drive - it's so fast! - and I went toe-to-toe with them fighting for the same piece of the road, I might wish there were laws that protect me from fighting with motor vehicles. I know what you're thinking; you're thinking you're too smart to fight motor vehicles moving at near-death-defying speeds (not near enough, for some - LOL). But you wouldn't be thinking that if you weren't paying attention one day and broke the law. You could DIE for doing something that stupid. Why are you in such a hurry, bigshot? Why can't you just wait for the law to tell you when it's safe?

It's people like you that ruin the whole system for the rest of us; and if it were up to me, I'd have those officers throw the BOOK at you.

The law is there to protect you. From you. And knowing you, that's a lucky thing for you.

The computerised traffic light system looked left to the sensor in the road on my left, then looked right to the sensor in the road on my right, and then back to the left again. And then back to the right. It does this non-stop, I'm just slowing it down for you so that you can understand. Also, I want you to understand how long I was waiting for the computers to realise that it was SAFE. When the computer realised there weren't any cars which might prevent my walking 10 yards safely; it gave any surprise cars that weren't there yet the RED light (just in case one came flying out of nowhere) and it gave me the GREEN light because it was my turn to be king of the road.

Well I would still die, of course; if a car broke the law. But that is why it's important for us all to work together on not breaking the law. One criminal like you could destroy faith in the entire pedestrian crossing system.

And before you know it, people are looking both ways again like they used to do in the old days before we learned how to trick technology into doing our jobs for us. No one would trust the computers to tell them when it's SAFE to walk across roads. All that head-swiveling. And being forced to make judgment calls. With your bad judgment?

It would be anarchy.

People like you ruin things for everyone. If it were up to me, I'd throw the BOOK at you until you learned to respect and obey the law. If you didn't want to play by the rules, and couldn't be taught; there should be a three-strike system before compulsory sentencing takes care of the likes of you. In a perfect world, I mean.

That was about how long I waited, but then I've been unfair to you. I got to watch Bolton move upfield before turning the ball over (which might never happen in a football match again) before I got the green light to legally cross the empty road. You have to read about it. UNFAIR. No pictures! Just this wall of text.

But suck shit. Life isn't fair, BUDDY. Some of us are born with red hair ROFL. Can you imagine being that unlucky?

They would probably get rejected even if they had 13,000 baht to INVEST on FUN. Snicker.

When I got the green light to legally walk, I was nervous. At any moment, the officers might turn to look and make sure I was doing it right. Concentrating hard, I placed one foot in front of the other because that is the correct way to begin a legal road crossing maneuver. I then placed the other foot in front, which is the textbook technique and before I knew it, I was able to breathe a sign of relief. I had done it. I had safely walked for ten yards across the empty road.

The hotel was still 40 meters away though. So I took a cigarette from my pack with the government warning on it; letting me know that smoking kills.

http://i.imgur.com/vcIAml.jpg

Like I care?

It's nice to know the government cares, though. Whenever I smoke, I think about Malaysia. Isn't that annoying how you think about Malaysia whenever you smoke a cigarette? With any luck, it will be. I always think about Malaysia because smoking is against the Qur'an - just like banking (no usury) - but religion is subjective. Maybe Allah meant what he said. Maybe he meant the opposite. You don't know he didn't mean the opposite. We all have a right to our opinions, unless we're drug mules.

Then you have the right to die. Because how else will you LEARN?

Take ecstasy tablets into Malaysia and you could fucking die. Well they have to kill you because ecstasy is dangerous. In like 2002, this girl who was too stupid to drink water got hyperventilated. AND SHE WAS TAKING ECSTASY.

Ecstasy is against the Qur'an. The only deaths from it in Malaysia are victimized drug mules. 60% of people smoke though. But the government warns them not to.

What more can the government do? Babysit them through their entire lives? They do their best to do that, but at some point you gotta take responsibility for you.

I laughed about Malaysians because it's like 70% secular ROFL. I know. Soon to be 0% secular. But how? Let me tell you.

Malaysians are just like you.

Religion doesn't interest them. And no one wants to be rude. Everyone has a right to their opinion, don't they? They do. If you disagree, your opinion doesn't matter.

Well, we'll see what the Morality Police have to say. They are volunteers who are sick of the law lackadaisical attitude to your being a shitty Muslim and not following the Qur'an's rules.

"But I'm not Muslim."

#thingsthatnooneeversaysinaShariastate

I had a smoke because I was bored. Then an hour later, after I'd cleaned a dirty piece of glass, I had a smoke because I'm sick to death of creeps.

And I'm sick to death of you.
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The joke's on pedophiles, of course. It's also on you, but mostly; it's on pedophiles because they chase illusions of innocence. This is what drives them. That and the 'naughty'. But mostly, they don't like WASHED UP whores that are 17 and have been fucked by thousands of different men. So they pay top dollar to get in first.

Or near enough. Within the first thousand is widely considered to be pretty good.

[Statutory Ape]

Scute in the interest of gauging the opinion of an educated third party, one with a trained eye, yet also a person who doesn't know you or the forum and can thus provide a rather unbiased opinion, I sent what you have so far to my buddy Daniel, he's just about to get his bachelors degree in journalism from SFSU. He said he liked what he read so far, and would get back to me today hopefully, with his personal thoughts/feelings.

I consider his writing and critical thinking skills several levels above mine, plus he can be an asshole, brutally frank when he feels like it, qualities I look for and admire in a friend of course.

When he gets back to me I will copy and paste his opinion, I am pushing to get him to open an account here but he's very busy being a reporter and graduating and what not. Will keep ya posted.

[Statutory Ape]

Scuter do you have a filedropper account? It's the easiest way to get my ML image, as I have it uploaded there already. I'm looking around for another free service with which to host it, though I might just ftp the damned thing to you. Might be the easiest way, give me a few.

[SkyNigger]

Yeah I'm kind of not buying this version of the story eitherThis has been annoying me for some reason. The only way it makes sense - actually, it doesn't make sense. Period. You think pedophiles write stories about child prostitution?

That's what the pedophiles on ThaiVisa try to 'allude', whenever someone expresses their concern or horror or disgust at children getting fucked.

This is me. My legal name is jonny vincent. WYSIWYG. For a couple of minutes, at least. Pedophiles are PRIVATE people. Because that's what PRIVACY is all about. And it's why religion hammers away at "nakedness" and "shame" (like 400 times or something, in the Bible).

http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv39/Scooter_Boris/ffsgreasyfuken2-1.jpg


Also, pedophiles are rarely this dashing. But it would be a hilarious irony if I was into children. That would be almost Biblically-cruel. On everyone.

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile?If this girl said she was 15, and you wanted to fuck her, would you be a pedophile or not?

Because she's very cute. Almost "pretty". I think she's 12, if I remember the CNN clip correctly. Being able to correctly identify Mai as being "pretty" has no possible connection to wanting to fuck her. She was a child. Just like this girl will still be, in a couple years; when she will be more "pretty" than "cute".

http://i.imgur.com/tgvur.png

This little girl was being used as a human shield by the Red Shirts during their terrorist rioting in May 2010.This would be a FACE that Society should be SAVING. It doesn't matter who she ends up falling for, who gives a fuck? Her FACE needs to be SAVED now. Every child's face should be saved, but I only really care about the "pretty" children.

It's just genetics. The way Religion made billions of people lose their mind over body image and made 5 billion girls think they have to SMEAR chemicals all over their face every day of their lives just to be "presentable", was 'achieved' by selling the corruption inside your demented head that was triggered when I said "I only really care about the pretty children".

That emotion you felt, or imagined you felt, is how Religion makes everyone insane. About everything. It's human to prefer aesthetically-pleasing faces, in the same way that it's human to prefer intelligence to imbecilic Toddler games of faux 'precocious', 'innocence' and STUPIDITY (no inverted commas). It's hilarious that dumb girls will PLAY at being stupid, to attract imbecilic creepy guys. They could just be themselves.

Make it 'wrong' to state things which aren't even debatable or remotely rude - make that shit 'controversial' - and the result is that everyone becomes SO obsessed with aesthetics, they don't even realise they're idolising non-existent illusions of artistry and airbrushing.

And to get a girl to NOT think I was a creep - I had to STOP using 3/4 of my vocabulary. And I simply couldn't EVER say anything interesting or intelligent or bright. I'm not joking, either. If you're struggling to impress girls, record yourself. Chances are, you're just a moron.

But there's also a chance you're using words that are too BIG for her to understand. You 'creep'. Have some CONSIDERATION for the Toddler market. DUMB everything down. You might be surprised. Suddenly, you become charming. They can UNDERSTAND you. Or if you look like me and you're often the centre of attention, you can just wait for any sign of interest at which point you just SLAM the door in their face. The HARDER you slam it, the FASTER you slam it, the more BRUTAL you slam it - the 'BETTER'. When they 'cease' to exist, they will need to prove to you that you - want - to sleep with them.

ACKNOWLEDGE ME ARRGGHH. PAIN. VALIDATE ME. Catholic narcissists.

Of course, if the door was slammed in their face, I wanted to sleep with them more than anyone in the room. Like I said, they're demented. Don't over-think it. That will be what they will 'imagine' they're doing, in their agony of being a Catholic Toddler narcissist who cannot handle a single person they're interested in seemingly disinterested in fucking them. It's all they have, after all.

That's why you couldn't be as stupid as I was, in imagining you could want to 'play' demented games. If it's all they have, you don't want it. You can trust me if the logic isn't burning off the page.

[Statutory Ape]

Scuter do you have a filedropper account? It's the easiest way to get my ML image, as I have it uploaded there already. I'm looking around for another free service with which to host it, though I might just ftp the damned thing to you. Might be the easiest way, give me a few.

Nah it's free but requires paypal. *Nevermind, with hdiutil I can segment the image, give me a few.

[Statutory Ape]

Also pretty big fucking difference I think between 15 and 12, and additionally between finding a 15 year old cute and actually fucking one.

I don't know, the lines tend to blurr to me regarding age as a catch all, saaya irie was kind of a game changer for me on that one. At 14 that girl was a damned WOMAN with fucking d-cup tits, it's just illogical IMO to throw physical age as a catch-all to mental and physical readiness. I have a cousin who, at 13, got knocked up, had twins at 14, her third child by 16, and by 25 had a 40 year olds prison record replete with all manor of spider-webbing tattoos and such. You might have said the 16 year old banging her at 13 was a predator, but trust me SHE fucked HIM, don't get it twisted, and he might have been 26 or 36, once she set her eyes on the father of her children it would be so. She was an is a master manipulator, so calling the guy involved some kind of predator JUST because she was young is, I think, a faceplant of the legal system.

In the end, no one is better able to judge a situation than the people involved, that's NORMALLY how I come out, but yet the laws are put in place to PROTECT our youth from predators, and for that I am eternally grateful. Some sick fucks out there, truly repulsive, which makes the stiff laws more or less OK in my book although some tend to suffer when I think they shouldn't, the human race comes out the winner in the long run, I think.

[Statutory Ape]

If this girl said she was 15, and you wanted to fuck her, would you be a pedophile or not?
http://i.imgur.com/tgvur.png

Are you joking she's like 10

If that girl was 14, that would really shock me, and yes you'd be at the very least a fucking pervert to fuck or want to fuck her, good lord.

Here is saaya iris at 14, for comparison
http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4872689450_dc97839c8f.jpg

I mean, big damned difference.

[Statutory Ape]

uploading now, pretty damned pleased with how this turned out.


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[SkyNigger]

rofl if this were a TV show I'd tell you that you have the right to remain silent.

But of course you don't. And what's more, you could never WANT such a filthy 'right'.

Also pretty big fucking difference I think between 15 and 12, and additionally between finding a 15 year old cute and actually fucking one.

Firstly, I was making a point about your demented statement.

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile? You have a real problem with conceptual ideas which are hardwired into your brain as connected. If you cannot use the word "cute" without thinking "I'd hit that", then you have a horrifying PROBLEM.

If you want to fuck a 14 year old, it doesn't matter what she LOOKS like, you are a pedophile. There are 14 year olds who are OBVIOUSLY are going to blur lines - IF YOU WANT TO BLUR LINES.

The question you need to ask yourself is WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT "women children"? There are a couple billion women (who are dumber than children but that is neither here nor there). Why are you looking at pictures of a 14 year old child who (you have convinced yourself) - LOOKS - like a woman?

I know the answers to all these questions. The question marks are for you, because YOU need to ask yourself those questions and know the answers to them.

That girl is like a child with big tits. She's not pretty, she's really kind of ugly. She's not genetically-blessed. She just has big floppy tits to match her big fuckoff nose. I'm creeped out by child-feeding breasts for the same reason child-bearing hips queer me out. Neither are feminine. That shit is for breeding, which is not the primary function of a woman's EXISTENCE (religion is demented, on that issue). Creeps who don't know anything about fun because they're conditioned - brilliantly / maliciously - into believing sex is the EXTENT of FUN (fucking...morons); they're going to be obsessed with all that creepy, unattractive shit.

But you know, there are a FEW HUNDRED MILLION WOMEN with those 'attributes'. And you're looking at 14 year old girl with those 'attributes'. WAKE UP MORON. You're getting played by creeps.

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile? And you clearly don't understand children. As soon as a child is 14 in this creepy fucking horrifying world that is OBSESSED with brainwashing children into thinking they WANT to grow up before they're grown up, the child is "almost 15". I was "almost 11" the day after I turned 10, etc. Soon I'd be 12 and almost a MAN.

I became a man when I was 29. Not entirely thrilled about it, but these things happen.

This religious world is SO FUCKING CREEPY. Children are all trying to be GROWNUP before they've grownup. 40 and 50 year old women are getting their bodies and their faces cut up to go backwards, frantically trying to fight Reality to allow them to continue to 'sell' their - terrifying - playing at being PLAYFULLY INNOCENT and COY. Which is funny, when they have grandchildren. And even funnier, when they've never - actually - grownup?

Also since when does finding a 14 year old (technically 15, by her own admission) cute count as being a pedophile? This is such a horrifying sentence. It literally doesn't matter what the child says. And it doesn't even matter what age she is. She's a child until she's grownup.

You contradict yourself in such terrifying fashion, I'm a little shaken.

I don't know, the lines tend to blurr to me regarding age as a catch allThat's because age is NOT a catch-all. It's fucking irrelevant. But moronic religious vassals who need a GREEN light to cross a road safely; moronic Catholic Toddlers who cannot act in their own interests or could even be expected to make judgment calls (and get them right) - NEED HARD AND FAST RULES ****IF**** no one is going to teach them how to be sane.

The 18 cutoff line has always creeped me out. Because I never understood why it was believed to be NEEDED. Oh I understand, now. But it exists to corrupt you. It's Chicken v Egg with LAWS. They use the laws to make you too stupid to be plausible, then they say "We need laws because look, he's too stupid to be plausible."

You need to be taught why you don't want to fuck chickens or eggs that are dressed up to 'appear' - almost- 'womanly' by filthy creeps. They're not women. This shit is not in your interests. You're been manipulated by the creepiest Society imaginable into looking at the WRONG picture.

You don't want to be looking for "women" in the crowd of "women children". There are billions of "women". Look for "women" there.

She was an is a master manipulator, so calling the guy involved some kind of predator JUST because she was young is, I think, a faceplant of the legal system. This is too horrifying for me to comment on, at this stage. Just too horrifying. I'll come back to it when I can. But OH.MY.GOD. The logical FAILING is...I don't have the words.

In the end, no one is better able to judge a situation than the people involvedOH. MY. GOD.

that's NORMALLY how I come out, but yet the laws are put in place to PROTECT our youth from predatorsNo. They are not.

They exist for the same reason that it's illegal for me to cross a street until the computer says GREEN for GO.

"But there's no cars!"

RED means STOP. GREEN means GO. Don't use your fucking mind, you ambitious ROBOT.

the human race comes out the winner in the long run, I think.Yeah, we're really kicking ass as a species. In the long run, I mean.

FUCKING CHRIST.

http://i.imgur.com/tgvur.png

Are you joking she's like 10

Are you joking?

IT DOESN'T MATTER. She's a fucking tiny child.

You literally get emotional about 12 v 10? And you're not alarmed by this?


http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4078/4872689450_dc97839c8f.jpg

I mean, big damned difference.Yes. The child is very cute and will be VERY pretty, in time.

Big damned difference to this ugly child whose SOLE 'attraction' - her SOLE 'feature' - is nauseatingly eww child-feeding breasts. It's hard to tell really because I can't look at her face for long enough with that horrifying nose, but I'm pretty sure she still has a child's face. I'm not interested in looking at it, again; though.

NOT PRETTY. Just huge FREAK (as in circus freak) mammary glands.


Mammary glands are the organs that, in the female mammal, produce milk for the sustenance of the young.


These exocrine glands are enlarged and modified sweat glands and are the characteristic of mammals which gave the class its name. The basic components of the mammary gland are the alveoli (hollow cavities, a few millimetres large) lined with milk-secreting cuboidal cells and surrounded by myoepithelial cells.


These alveoli join up to form groups known as lobules, and each lobule has a lactiferous duct that drains into openings in the nipple.That's a real turn-on.

[SkyNigger]

Also pretty big fucking difference I think...between finding a 15 year old cute and actually fucking one.

http://www.mostphotos.com/preview/176076/horrified-businessman.jpg


Define "cute".

This is so horrifying. Your statement is horrifying. Yes there is a big difference. Such a big difference, that it couldn't possibly be compared. It's different in the way that you might say, "There's a big difference between a child having blonde hair and actually fucking her."

Jesus Christ. That's some major corruption right there. You 'might' want to get onto surgically cutting those links between CONCEPTS which aren't CONNECTED to each other.

I understand what you're saying. And it's horrifying. You're saying there's a big difference between wanting to fuck a child and fucking the child.

Religion made you think like that.

[Bobby Wong]

i think both of you are fucked in the head and probably are going to have a date with a penile plethysmograph as a condition of your probation

[Statutory Ape]

I am...heart broken right now... i just penned the finest rebuttle to scuter I have ever written-AND IT'S GONE! gone because when I hit post I get "SORRY YOU ARE NOT LOGGED IN OR SOME BULLSHIT, PLEASE DO LOG IN" and POOF, an hours worth of typing gone! gone its all GONE.... i can't do it again. FUCK MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!!

[Steerpike]

Seriously tho, when you're in the middle of a long post you should occasionally Copy it just in case of gremlins.

[SkyNigger]

i think both of you are fucked in the head

Bob are you falling into the trap of tarring the sane with the insanity they are trying to remedy?

Perhaps you'd like to extrapolate on that logic you're using.

You know what an 'opinion' is Bob? It's a gut feeling you have when you cannot make a logical case. Parents have lots of 'opinions'. Religion created 'opinions'. But 'opinions' don't really exist. The insane and the ignorant have 'opinions', when they cannot make a logical argument for what they believe or feel to be true.

Ape is not entitled to his 'opinion' because no one is entitled to their 'opinion'. Do you only have an 'opinion' Bob? Or do you have a logical case to make?

I am...heart broken right now... i just penned the finest rebuttle to scuter I have ever written-AND IT'S GONE! gone because when I hit post I get "SORRY YOU ARE NOT LOGGED IN OR SOME BULLSHIT, PLEASE DO LOG IN" and POOF, an hours worth of typing gone! gone its all GONE.... i can't do it again. FUCK MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!!

http://www.icis.com/blogs/asian-chemical-connections/confused.jpg

I'm confused.

Oh wait. Hang on. Did you think we were having a debate about your pedophilia? Did you think we're talking about an open question?

Should I be keeping an open mind about your attraction to "women children"?

Sorry BUDDY. You're a little confused. I was helping you. Others would just kill you. I'm not interested in hearing your defence arguments. I don't give a fuck about mitigation. You're sick. Do you want to get better?

Then get better.

Otherwise, kill yourself. Because no pedophile in history has ever been happy. That's the fucking - point - you imbecile. They want you to be miserable because if you were happy you would have no need for them. So they confuse you into showering your filthy insanity all over children. Who grow up confused.

It's called self-defeating perpetuity. It's called religion. It's not your fucking friend.

[SkyNigger]

R4vpXS5BKyc

You need to set a better example for your dog Mike.

[Statutory Ape]

Wait, hold on, Scuter just called me a pedophile (more than once)

Let me run down the days activities, and perhaps in going down the list, I might compare my life to yours (scuter) and somehow either declare myself more or less perverse than you.

Tuesday, May 15th, 2012

*Did not visit any child brothels today (damned mondays, the traffic really is THAT BAD)

*Was not able to kidnaperrrr rescue any child prostitutes from said child brothels today

*Did not bring any child prostitutes home with me (damned MONDAYS AGAIN- blast I know this looks horrible guys, please do keep an open mind tho, please)

*Did not spark up a big fat bowl of methamphetamine with a child prostitute locked in my apartment with me

*Did not lose track of time while said child prostitute was alone in my apartment with me, thinking I had only spent hours with her, to find out it had in fact been three days (it bugs me when that happens)

*Did not then shower said child prostitute with money "so she wouldn't starve" and send said child prostitute to hit the streets with a plastic bag full of my refrigerators contents.

*sigh* I am so sorry, friends here at skatzpoker, in light of the above, as JV here has done so well to expose the truth, yes I am in fact a pedophile. I'm off to hang myself in my closet, if but to make the world a better place, and do make sure you all thank the hero of the day here, he probably saved an underage girls life or three.

[SkyNigger]

rofl if this were a TV show I'd tell you that you have the right to remain silent.

You have a real problem with conceptual ideas which are hardwired into your brain as connected. If you cannot use the word "cute" without thinking "I'd hit that", then you have a horrifying PROBLEM.

The question you need to ask yourself is WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT "women children"? There are a couple billion women (who are dumber than children but that is neither here nor there). Why are you looking at pictures of a 14 year old child who (you have convinced yourself) - LOOKS - like a woman?

There are a FEW HUNDRED MILLION WOMEN with those 'attributes'. And you're looking at 14 year old girl with those 'attributes'.

You don't want to be looking for "women" in the crowd of "women children". There are billions of "women". Look for "women" there.

Address the relevant issues, creep. Stop trying to shoot yourself in the foot.

[Statutory Ape]

Address the relevant issues, creep. Stop trying to shoot yourself in the foot.

I did address the one and only relevant isssue- a very creepy motherfucker is attempting to call ME creepy, so I did what any sane person might in such a situation, I compared my creep factor to his. It's only fair and you sir should not be throwing stones in my humblest opinion.

[SkyNigger]

Answer these fucking questions. I'll answer any questions you have for me in the world. YOU ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS NOW, PEDOPHILE:

1. Are you able to distinguish between a cute 15 year old child and a cute 15 year old child you want to fuck? Yes or no.

2. WHY ARE YOU even LOOKING AT "women children" when there are a couple billion women?

3. Why are you looking at pictures of a 14 year old child who (you have convinced yourself) - LOOKS - like a woman?

4. Why have you not renounced the Christian Bible yet? Is it because you want to fuck "women children" like I stated the day I found out you were a Christian?

[Statutory Ape]

Nah

[anatine]

Grape getting stomped so bad he turned to wine.

[DankBlaniels]

ape needs to answer the questions

[DankBlaniels]

scooter has him on the ropes and ape is putting his guard up very high

[DankBlaniels]

but his is going to miss the uppercut

[DankBlaniels]

RIP APE YOU HAD A GOOD RUN

[DankBlaniels]

16/05/2012

NEVER FORGET

[DankBlaniels]

SKATZ EXCLUSIVE PIC FROM APES FUNERAL

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UnBn-dYvpC4/SukBozsXNHI/AAAAAAAAAxA/neOPAz1pTNE/s400/MONKEY.jpg

[DankBlaniels]

WE MISS YOU APE SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE BROTHER

[gay sex]

grapes just trying to bang a 15 year old to recapture his youth you guys, this has been going on for centuries nothing wrong with it

[gay sex]

grape dont let these haters get u down u go after ur dreams big guy

[Statutory Ape]

grapes just trying to bang a 15 year old to recapture his youth you guys, this has been going on for centuries nothing wrong with it

Probably the best way I or anyone could ever have put it. Thank you.

[Statutory Ape]

4. Why have you not renounced the Christian Bible yet? Is it because you want to fuck "women children" like I stated the day I found out you were a Christian?

Until the day you offer me a reality that is happier and offers more life than my Christian faith does I will keep doing as I am thank you very much for your unwanted unsolicited advice JV.

[SkyNigger]

Horrifyingly, the story I need help writing is completely intertwined with all this Christian insanity.

This is what is going to happen to Mike.

I'm...experienced. I know what I'm talking about.

Those poor "women children".

They'll have done nothing to him!

That will be their 'MISTAKE'. I've seen this shit play out so many times...

Those little snickering "women children". Little brats, making him feel frustrated and BAD. THEY JUST HAD NO FUCKING RESPECT.

NO RESPECT FOR THEIR ELDERS, WHO'VE NEVER EARNED ANY. Anyone who's never been treated to sanity will always be obsessed with R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

"Have some fucking respect."

"You will respect me, or else."

"Please just respect my exploitability."

Mike will imagine the child 'dissing' him when the child couldn't care less if he lives or dies because he's not important enough for anyone to CARE and he will think ME ME ME. And he will say something like, "HEY YOUNG LADY. ARE YOU MOCKING ME? HOW DARE YOU GIGGLE AT ME."

Maybe they mock and giggle. Maybe it's all imagined. Mike has the power to imagine things. That's what Mike's insanity is all about. You see that little line I snapped down on...?

"Getting more and more bitter by the minute..."

That was Mike getting ready to be the most horrifying insane creep alive. His friend probably don't even realise he owes me. rofl.

Mike will be fuming, so furious - almost pious - with these DISRESPECTFUL children. Sorry, they are young ladies. And you know, Mike is also horny. He will know it's his responsibility to teach them a lesson about respect. He has no choice really.

"Do unto others what he would have the women children do to him."

Mike will be conflicted. He'll know what the RIGHT thing is to do. And if he doesn't teach her, who will?

Her parents?! They're the reason she's this WAY. NO RESPECT FOR HIM. No respect for themselves. You only have to look at their child. Those parents don't have a clue. No.

This will be all on him, as per usual.

"I have to teach that child a lesson about RESPECT. I have to teach her not to giggle at grownups. How else will she LEARN. I'm going to put the fear of God into her. And give her something to giggle about."

I have seen up to this point. After that point, I never saw a thing. But I have ears, don't I?

Just no earlids.

I noted BigDMcGee was credited with pulling him down from some ledges. I dunno. I don't think you should pull people down from ledges unless you have a plan. If he cannot get sane, because he doesn't WANT to be sane; you should really get him back up on that ledge, because trust me. I can tell when a CHRISTIAN is COOKING.

Stick a fork in Mike. He's almost done. He'll be grunting something like:

"YEAH? YEAH? YOU'RE NOT GIGGLING NOW, ARE YOU BITCH."

Then there will just be silence.

Mike will be done.

Just joking. He'll only just be getting started. Hallelujah!

[SkyNigger]

On 09 April 2012.

Christians have everything to hide. They're the most private people alive. Because they're setup to feel shame. You know what Christ told you nigger. So why are you pretending to be his disciple. Literally this shit is so simple whenever someone tells me they're a Christian I'm pretty much going to prove they want to fuck children if they engage me. If they don't, they prove it themselves.

You don't really want to play this game with me because it's painful. And I never lose. But then I never win either. And that's a pity because if I won, you'd win.

And that's the winning this world has gotten confused about. And it's because of Christians who spout rhetoric like "love thy fellow man" and "open-mindedness" and "tolerance for those who hate".

The Bible is full of hate. It's almost non-stop hatred and fear and insanity and vile. Why would they need logic? They hate logic. They have Faith so they can fuck your children.

Keep an open mind about it.

On 17 May 2012, the pedophile confessed.

Look either I'm brilliant.

Or every Christian has fooled you. Let's just pretend I'm brilliant. The other one is correct but how embarrassed world, are you?

[SkyNigger]

But back to the story for which I have an introduction, a conclusion, 300 boring pages of brilliance I'd like to fit in but will probably have to cull; and this.

The argument. Without all the convincing, of course.

About the Thai riots / Red Shirts betraying the peace deal to stab everyone in the back on the night Bangkok burned 18 May '10.

I was getting flashbacks to my childhood. All the way back to when I was seven. I had read all about this very strategy. I had visualised it all.

All the seemingly insane and wanton destruction. But they have a purpose. Or at least, they have an aim. The screaming is the means to a very horrifying end. The arsonists are the screamers; they're communicating to anyone capable of fear.

"We are terrifying. We are insane. We will slaughter and kill anyone who doesn't join us. Are you with us or against us?"

If you're capable of being afraid, Thaksin's Red Shirt arsonists were talking to you on the night of 18 May '10. As all of Thailand reeled from the horror.

On the night of 18 May 2010 I was one of a tiny handful of people in the country who understood what Thaksin's screamers were doing.

I instantly recognised the pattern. I had seen it all before in my mind as a tiny child. I had not created it. It was not my intellectual property. None of the evil in the world is created by children. Parents are just too stupid to realise their children aren't bright enough to come up with that insanity on their own. More creative screaming horror shows put all that evil into a single book they give to children to read.

It's not very good. But it's very good at making people frightened. Uh oh. Imprinting.

Thailand's Red Shirts are imprinted to Thaksin and this isn't remotely insightful or even original. Other writers have noted the cult-like adoration of those Thaksin kills when CNN needs bodies. But I wonder how many of those bright fellows understand how the printing happened.

Long before 18 May '10. You only have to look at Thailand WikiLeaks cables. Every other one is talking about more Red Shirt horror. What was the media doing? They're doing what you're doing. They're shooting themselves in the foot by being afraid.

I'm afraid. But then, I dunno. Because do I want to live in a world where Evil wins ALL the time, because everyone is so afraid? I'm a wimp, and spiders and things make me shriek and I hate pain. But there is a outside chance for Humanity. It's really slim.

I dunno. It's just a hole in the game theory lockdown, calling the win for Evil. Don't forfiet. Think. Consider. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's worth getting finer minds than mine to consider? Who knows. It's a chance.

Newton's Third Law of Motion:
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

There is a threshold where the fear of domestic terrorist campaigns launched against the victims of the state will splash over fears of death. Or vice-versa. You get the picture. Actually, it's inevitable that Good will comeback. If there is any Good left .

That's what I'm worried about. It's what I was worried about on 18 May '10. I had read this plot. I'd understood the pattern. This was a set play. I'd see it from miles away.

HATE HATE BURN DESTROY KILL HATE ARRG SCREAM PAIN

Only the Thai Army will know how many filthy screamers got their cummupence that night and I heard the shots ring out but it was never enough. it was never going to be enough. Once the screaming starts...Evil wins.

And Evil won.

I knew it, I had the set play burned in my repressed memory. Once the screaming had died down. Next would come the 'sweet'. Yingluck. Adorable Yingluck. She's probably literally just trying to bring her big brother home.

I called it and others did as well but no one was listening. Now everyone's too confused and frightened to have a clue. Everyone's gone silent. Playing it shrewd. And slowly, though it's been heart-breakingly painful, I've watched history get revisioned every day.

YouTube videos missing.

Articles mysteriously published and indexed by Google, no longer online.

Evidence evaporating. Posting accounts closed. Outspoken voices for sanity suddenly deciding they have better things to do, than speak or write or fight.

Just vassals thinking 'smart'. When insanity is wrong, and powerful; it can be very dangerous to be right.

I don't know if my story can do anything. But if I could only tell it right, I know it could - do - something. It's Truth. And I'm 100% right about the HATE HATE HATE DESTROY HATE screaming of evil's pain.

Thaksin brought Western evil tricks to Thailand and owned Decency the way that Decency has been getting owned around the world by these tricks for thousands of years.

The Red Shirts are the Chosen People. They die just like the Chosen People. Gratuitously.

Thaksin is Moses. Leading his glazed-eyed slaves out of imagined slavery, into a land of milk and honey also known as Bangkok. They're going to wander around for a bit because the trick to successful politics is never to do your job. Had Thaksin done everything for the poor he 'wanted' to do, in the five years he had total power between 2001 and 2006; he wouldn't have a platform on which to run for power again. The poor are never going to get what they want because they're the joke on which the world runs.

It would have run a lot better, using Abhisit's welfare state game-card. I know how the Chosen People have suffered.

BURN HATE KILL BURN DESTROY HORROR HATE SCREAM.

All the vassals line up like lemmings on the side they're most terrified of, to sneer. He's THEIR father. They're imprinted. He's terrifying. They're powerless.

"And together, they will obliterate you." Hahah.

How is Abhisit or Sanity going to stand a chance against horror, this horrifying. It's so horrifying what they're doing, you wouldn't believe a human could be capable of doing it.

And you know Horror. They'll exploit that.

[SkyNigger]

Also I have written 20 pages or so of my movie script, it's quite awesome, and I'm basing it loosely on my own life

http://i667.photobucket.com/albums/vv39/Scooter_Boris/fat-bitch-falls.gif

[Statutory Ape]

Just stick with your damned story please, I hope it's half as good as you envision it.

Also I have written 20 pages or so of my movie script, it's quite awesome, and I'm basing it loosely on my own life, intertwined with some clever ideas I got from a girlfriend of mine. I might share it, at some point when it's got more meat.

2012 is shaping up to be a very exciting year for skatz.

[SkyNigger]

Also I have written 20 pages or so of my movie script, it's quite awesome, and I'm basing it loosely on my own life, intertwined with some clever ideas I got from a girlfriend of mine. I might share it, at some point when it's got more meat.

2012 is shaping up to be a very exciting year for skatz.

Think positive huh?

Care to give us a rundown of the plot or is that CONFIDENTIAL and PRIVATE INFORMATION.

Christians are a lot like stoners. They love to tell you about what they're going to do. Who needs to do it once they've talked about doing it? They'll move onto something more interesting.

[Statutory Ape]

It's actually pretty clever I like to think.

I will gladly tell it, but I am doing so with a little faith you won't be a complete asshole about the whole thing because you haven't slept in who knows how long. Deal?

[Statutory Ape]

But back to the story for which I have an introduction, a conclusion, 300 boring pages of brilliance I'd like to fit in but will probably have to cull; and this.

The argument. Without all the convincing, of course.

About the Thai riots / Red Shirts betraying the peace deal to stab everyone in the back on the night Bangkok burned 18 May '10.

I was getting flashbacks to my childhood. All the way back to when I was seven. I had read all about this very strategy. I had visualised it all.

All the seemingly insane and wanton destruction. But they have a purpose. Or at least, they have an aim. The screaming is the means to a very horrifying end. The arsonists are the screamers; they're communicating to anyone capable of fear.

"We are terrifying. We are insane. We will slaughter and kill anyone who doesn't join us. Are you with us or against us?"

If you're capable of being afraid, Thaksin's Red Shirt arsonists were talking to you on the night of 18 May '10. As all of Thailand reeled from the horror.

On the night of 18 May 2010 I was one of a tiny handful of people in the country who understood what Thaksin's screamers were doing.

I instantly recognised the pattern. I had seen it all before in my mind as a tiny child. I had not created it. It was not my intellectual property. None of the evil in the world is created by children. Parents are just too stupid to realise their children aren't bright enough to come up with that insanity on their own. More creative screaming horror shows put all that evil into a single book they give to children to read.

It's not very good. But it's very good at making people frightened. Uh oh. Imprinting.

Thailand's Red Shirts are imprinted to Thaksin and this isn't remotely insightful or even original. Other writers have noted the cult-like adoration of those Thaksin kills when CNN needs bodies. But I wonder how many of those bright fellows understand how the printing happened.

Long before 18 May '10. You only have to look at Thailand WikiLeaks cables. Every other one is talking about more Red Shirt horror. What was the media doing? They're doing what you're doing. They're shooting themselves in the foot by being afraid.

I'm afraid. But then, I dunno. Because do I want to live in a world where Evil wins ALL the time, because everyone is so afraid? I'm a wimp, and spiders and things make me shriek and I hate pain. But there is a outside chance for Humanity. It's really slim.

I dunno. It's just a hole in the game theory lockdown, calling the win for Evil. Don't forfiet. Think. Consider. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's worth getting finer minds than mine to consider? Who knows. It's a chance.

Newton's Third Law of Motion:
For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

There is a threshold where the fear of domestic terrorist campaigns launched against the victims of the state will splash over fears of death. Or vice-versa. You get the picture. Actually, it's inevitable that Good will comeback. If there is any Good left .

That's what I'm worried about. It's what I was worried about on 18 May '10. I had read this plot. I'd understood the pattern. This was a set play. I'd see it from miles away.

HATE HATE BURN DESTROY KILL HATE ARRG SCREAM PAIN

Only the Thai Army will know how many filthy screamers got their cummupence that night and I heard the shots ring out but it was never enough. it was never going to be enough. Once the screaming starts...Evil wins.

And Evil won.

I knew it, I had the set play burned in my repressed memory. Once the screaming had died down. Next would come the 'sweet'. Yingluck. Adorable Yingluck. She's probably literally just trying to bring her big brother home.

I called it and others did as well but no one was listening. Now everyone's too confused and frightened to have a clue. Everyone's gone silent. Playing it shrewd. And slowly, though it's been heart-breakingly painful, I've watched history get revisioned every day.

YouTube videos missing.

Articles mysteriously published and indexed by Google, no longer online.

Evidence evaporating. Posting accounts closed. Outspoken voices for sanity suddenly deciding they have better things to do, than speak or write or fight.

Just vassals thinking 'smart'. When insanity is wrong, and powerful; it can be very dangerous to be right.

I don't know if my story can do anything. But if I could only tell it right, I know it could - do - something. It's Truth. And I'm 100% right about the HATE HATE HATE DESTROY HATE screaming of evil's pain.

Thaksin brought Western evil tricks to Thailand and owned Decency the way that Decency has been getting owned around the world by these tricks for thousands of years.

The Red Shirts are the Chosen People. They die just like the Chosen People. Gratuitously.

Thaksin is Moses. Leading his glazed-eyed slaves out of imagined slavery, into a land of milk and honey also known as Bangkok. They're going to wander around for a bit because the trick to successful politics is never to do your job. Had Thaksin done everything for the poor he 'wanted' to do, in the five years he had total power between 2001 and 2006; he wouldn't have a platform on which to run for power again. The poor are never going to get what they want because they're the joke on which the world runs.

It would have run a lot better, using Abhisit's welfare state game-card. I know how the Chosen People have suffered.

BURN HATE KILL BURN DESTROY HORROR HATE SCREAM.

All the vassals line up like lemmings on the side they're most terrified of, to sneer. He's THEIR father. They're imprinted. He's terrifying. They're powerless.

"And together, they will obliterate you." Hahah.

How is Abhisit or Sanity going to stand a chance against horror, this horrifying. It's so horrifying what they're doing, you wouldn't believe a human could be capable of doing it.

And you know Horror. They'll exploit that.

Cull nothing for the book, shorten down to 5 pages or so for the internet. The above is quite good.

[SkyNigger]

It's actually pretty clever I like to think.

I will gladly tell it, but I am doing so with a little faith you won't be a complete asshole about the whole thing because you haven't slept in who knows how long. Deal?

?

I don't believe you have any content.

You think you can play coy and leverage emotional assurances out of me?

Fucking Christians.

[Statutory Ape]

Here is the gist. I'm not sure how to break this down, forwards or backwards, or give the plot right away?

Basically a guy (me) is going about his life, trying to make things happen for himself. The story starts out and he's on his mountain bike on a somewhat busy road, when some woman pulls out in front of traffic (blocking his progress in the bike lane) and the way she does it, she has no chance whatsoever of not stopping traffic, looks to her left and sees our hero and her mouth just drops open a little, and she sits there. She just sits there, having literally NO clue what to do, mouth hanging open a little, our hero stops dead in the road, and is just flabbergasted at this womans stupidity.

"MOVE!" he shouts, and suddenly a few car honks also sound off impending disaster, but the woman does nothing. Suddenly a *ding ding ding* flashing red light shaped like a person with a seat belt on alerts the woman that her seat belt is not on, waking her up from her stupor. She springs into action, clasping her seat belt, and suddenly she backs out further and is almost clipped by a mustang going the opposite way. She yanks the steering wheel like she's steering the titanic away from impending doom smashes the gas pedal and the minivan hurtles into action, crisis averted.

The gist of the movie is kind of this- the world is overpopulated, so to trim the masses it is decided to yank all the safety warnings and laws designed to protect stupid people. This is done in secret, and our hero goes back to normal life after the incident and suddenly, while out for a jog, sees people start killing themselves left and right, drinking bleach or stepping out in front of trains and what have you. He finds a man dead with an empty bottle of bleach next to him, and wonders "hey, didn't he know to read the warning label?" but upon looking at the empty bleach container, sees there is no warning.

And that's the gist of it- there is more to it, but basically the smart people who run things in secret decide to covertly remove all the safety warnings and labels and about 75% of the worlds population kill themselves off. Eventually at the end the world works perfectly and functions just fine because all the morons are dead.

It sounds sinister, but it's intended to be funny, but not overtly funny, more slapstick in nature.

I have also written what I have much much better, It's a work in progress. Open to ideas/suggestions, if anyone has any.

It could be quite funny I think.

[anatine]

for the record, id write this for you but the offer is predicated on us hashing it out in person when i return to land of smiles (ha hhahahahaha) in about 10 to 16 months.

[Statutory Ape]

for the record, id write this for you but the offer is predicated on us hashing it out in person when i return to land of smiles (ha hhahahahaha) in about 10 to 16 months.

My rough draft should be completed within 20-30 days, from there I have no clue what to do. I can't pay you, not right now, but things may change soon. I have a phone interview Monday for a gig in north dakota as an admin assistant...and I hope they don't expect me to wear a skirt or something. We will see. I wouldn't be against working something respectable out in person, if you actually saw enough potential, that is.

[anatine]

I dont see enough potential.

[DankBlaniels]

ape swinging from the wrong end of the tree

[SkyNigger]

My rough draft should be completed within 20-30 days, from there I have no clue what to do. I can't pay you, not right now, but things may change soon. I have a phone interview Monday for a gig in north dakota as an admin assistant...and I hope they don't expect me to wear a skirt or something. We will see. I wouldn't be against working something respectable out in person, if you actually saw enough potential, that is.

The Land of Smiles is Thailand, you trailer trashed hick.

Read some time.

Or just keeping going with that gut feeling about things you embarrass yourself over.

[DankBlaniels]

UH OH

[Statutory Ape]

if that's how you want things, fine.

bye

[Statutory Ape]

The Land of Smiles is Thailand, you trailer trashed hick.

Read some time.

Or just keeping going with that gut feeling about things you embarrass yourself over.
The Land of Smiles (Das Land des Lächelns) is a romantic operetta in three acts by Franz Lehár. The German language libretto was by Ludwig Herzer and Fritz Löhner. The performance time is about 100 minutes.
This was one of Lehár's later works, and has a bittersweet ending which the Viennese loved. The title refers to the Chinese custom of smiling, whatever happens in life. (The leading character, Prince Sou-Chong has a song early in the show, "Immer nur lächeln" ("Always smiling") which describes this.)

Synopsis

The operetta is set in Vienna and China in 1912. In Act I, in Vienna, the heroine Lisa, a Countess, marries a Chinese prince and returns with him to his homeland despite the warnings of her friends and family. In Act II, in Beijing, she finds that she is unable to come to terms with his culture, and especially that he must take other wives. He assures her that it's just a formality, but unhappiness is inevitable, and she is locked in the palace. Her love changes to hate. In Act III, Prince Sou-Chong is left alone, while his beloved Lisa returns to her homeland. His sister, Princess Mi had also become attached to the Viennese official Gustav, and so the ending is doubly sad. But the prince respects the rule of his custom: always smile.

Thailand is not the only meaning, sorry for not catching the inference you prick.

[Statutory Ape]

sonatine: giving scooter the business

Yeah, as I've noticed no one here does. Seems kind of like a certain someone really prefers the people around him either cup his balls or keep their mouths shut, and I know of only one other person like that. But it is what it is...

[GAMBLE-BOT]

sonatine: giving scooter the business

Yeah, as I've noticed no one here does. Seems kind of like a certain someone really prefers the people around him either cup his balls or keep their mouths shut, and I know of only one other person like that. But it is what it is...

Team Grape Ape. Fuck this assholes 4ohgreat. They are jealous of the "jack of all trades" aspects of your intellectual prowess. I say rise above them and keep owning Sonatine and Scooter with great arguments.

[gay sex]

i feel like grape would crush scuter in a head to head iq test

[gay sex]

glambo can you set this up

[Statutory Ape]

This is how it starts. Tell me what is shit. Rewrite any part or all if you wish. Help me out.

This is an important story, and I want to post it on ThaiVisa when it's done. But I cannot write for shit. That's where you come in. I don't need fucking faggot circumspect Catholic bullshit. If it sucks, say it sucks. If it can be improved, help me out you pricks.

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Saving Face.

I wasn’t even supposed to be in that filthy hole. I'd followed a mate inside and instantly wanted to lash out at someone. Anyone. Everyone. When I decided to stay in Bangkok, friends would keep taking me to these places infected with horror. I’m not even going to talk about the horror or I’ll flip. We walked in, I started ranting, and we walked out.

I was whining the same old rhetoric when I saw what would turn out to be Mai’s face flash for a fraction of an instant. She was behind a crowd of fat pigs, but all I could think about was saving myself and making good my own escape. I had been whining non-stop (as I've been known to do) all night. My mate was over it, but that's never stopped me.

“Why the fuck why are we here? Why can’t we go somewhere decent? Somewhere where the heinous is dialled down? Bangkok must have normal clubs?”

My buddy didn’t know. He was in Bangkok for a while before I got there but he didn’t know. I dunno. If you don’t know you don’t know. How can you know what you don’t know? It’s just...I spent two years almost too horrified to leave my apartment as a result of my initial introduction to Bangkok's horror.

I didn't spend two years in my apartment running away from cute girls! You can take my word for it. I knew, in much the same way as racists know things, that Thai girls were - all - disgusting. True story. I knew it for a fact. I knew it for two years. It's not like I was in Thailand for girls, but I have always been into cute girls. I'll admit it. You might be into other stuff; but in my life, I have almost exclusively been preoccupied with cute girls.

There were none in Bangkok. I knew that much. I was only ever taken to horror shows when I got there and I was in way too delicate an emotional state for the kind of horror we're talking about here. Aside from maybe saving Mai’s face, I saw so much terrifying shit during my first month or two in Bangkok; it sent me shrieking for the safety of high-rise apartments and I couldn’t hardly be dragged out for two years. Bangkok girls were filthy.

If you'd have asked, I could have told you. I would have been happy to. Thai girls were all ugly. I'd seen maybe 200 of them at no less than three different locations and they were all shocking. Bangkok, a city of 12 million, had no cute girls. I knew that for a fact.

When I did finally limp back down into Society, the first club I walked into was The Bank (http://www.youtube.com/v/d_FOhMDcQSE?version=3&amp;hl=en_US). I was living almost directly above it, right up the top of Siri@Sukhumvit. I had no idea. I wandered in bored and curious and the first sentiment I had was farcically conflicted. I wasn’t sure if I needed to kill myself right away or celebrate. Still unsure about that Suicide v Celebration dilemma. For two years I was oblivious to the reality. Bangkok has tens or even hundreds of thousands of pretty girls, and a lot of them aren’t averse to having fun with my money. Who knew.

Some of them could even take or leave the money. But then I am pretty amazing. When I’m not being creepy.

When I am being creepy, I rescue pretty child prostitutes. Well, I’ve only done it once. But that’s only because I’ve never seen another child prostitute pretty enough to stick my neck out for. I know right? I’m a real hero. If you wanted to name your children after me, I'd understand.

The first thing I did when I found out Bangkok had cute girls (~two years after I became convinced all Thai girls were horrifying) was rush to tell my friends. Not only did they already know about The Bank, they knew about all the normal clubs; which they then proceeded to tell me about. For the first time. “This is some creepy shit,” I was thinking. “How can this conversation even be happening.” I'd been in Bangkok for two years.

Do you ever get the feeling you’re continually sharing things you’ve discovered with everyone; without any reciprocation? That’s pretty much how I’ve felt for my entire life. I swear no one ever tells me anything.

No one told me Thailand had cute girls. They just showed me horror when I first arrived. It wasn’t all bad, though. There was this tiny orphan girl named Mai, and I’m pretty sure I saved her face.

I only caught a glimpse of that face as we were leaving Horror. She was being ‘protected’. Managed. Hidden from view by her horrifying ‘sisters’. Bangkok's "sisters" are girls in the sex industry who shouldn't - really - be in the sex industry for the same reasons I shouldn't - really - be playing ball in the NBA. But they're a plucky bunch; they'll just plug away, regardless. If you haven't worked out how they survive yet, keep plugging away at it. You'll put the horrifying pieces of the exploitation puzzle together, soon enough.

Mai had a - lot - of sisters looking out for her. She caught a glimpse of my friend and I and wriggled to get free of her protective ‘family’; unsuccessfully, as it turned out. My friend and I walked in, took a look, and walked straight the fuck out. It was not a pretty sight.

The hole was choc-a-bloc full of Bangkok’s sisters. It was early in the morning. Only the horror remained. The horror and Mai. I vaguely understood the sisters’ caper and they only frightened me a little bit. I had seen Mai’s face but only for a fraction of a second in the midst of the “family gathering” and although I wasn’t intrigued enough to check it out, when my friend caught the first cab I got tired of waiting for another one and so I shrugged and headed back down “just to take a look”.

The sisters were blockading my view so I just physically shoved them aside, literally swinging the first few out of the way before the rest stood back to let me see their hidden trophy.

I wasn’t prepared for the crushing disappointment. I was horrified. Repulsed. Devastated. Then I was furious. There was nothing but this tiny terrified child with a desperate look on her face. I was filthy, mostly at myself. I thought I’d seen a stunner, but what I’d discovered was child prostitution. That's just great, I thought. Exactly what I needed.

My face would have been so cruel. I winced and turned to escape or throw up; looking back only once at the little child, who looked like she was about to cry. I recognised that despair. I'd been there. I paused to think for a moment, but I didn't do any thinking. I just felt...nauseous. I was tripping out at the horrifying scene of a dozen sisters all hovering around this little child - who was about to be torn apart by the imminent tug-of-war, I figured - and something just snapped (my better judgement, perhaps). I just couldn't take any more of the sleaze.

She didn't belong there. They were going to destroy her with their sisterly love. Though I don't honestly know how valid these sentiments actually were, it seemed to me to be a matter of life and death or at least; that's how I managed to frame it in my emotionally fragile state. Unable to just walk away - as I had been doing my entire life - I reached out my arm for the child to grab if she wanted a lifeline and her tiny arm slapped against mine. Almost as if we'd practiced, I yanked her up out of the gathering, set her on her feet in line with the exit and we were off.

Behind us, there was a mild delay as the shocked sisters squabbled between themselves before realising a united front was called for. Their meal ticket was bolting away. They gave pursuit, yelling out warnings to the girl telling her to come back. Trying to convince her that I was dangerous or violent or whatever the fuck they say to retain control of their little prey for the pedophiles who likely appreciate their management services. But the little girl wasn’t listening to any of their ‘advice’; she was pretty sharp and she wanted out. She was beating me to the street as we cut our way through the horror and up the stairs and then we were clear.

And then we weren’t.

Out of the bowels of horror, Horror and her horrifying ‘sisters’ emerged to talk business. They were all babbling at once. She was their “good thing” and they wanted to negotiate her release, sell her or just salvage something, I guess. They wanted to get paid.

That was never going to happen. I was not in an ‘understanding’ mood. I've never been violent, but I wanted to change all that and I was aware these girls might be happy to ‘man’ up (they’re invariably weathered old beasts; ageing elephants or water buffalo who’ve been “in the shit” far too long to get squeamish at the prospect of some fisticuffs). They’re toughened in ways you’d rather not think about, and I had no doubt they were each tougher than I’d ever been. But I was in Fight mode. Sense didn't a get a look in.

The little child was all about Flight. I guess she didn't like my chances. She had already hailed a taxi and was grabbing at my arm whilst I sneered at the sisters, trading insults as I guiltily indulged in wicked mini-fantasies (like triple swirl extra creamy ice cream wicked). I was imagining formally introducing sisters to concrete. There was a moment of truth where the child was in the car as the sisters advanced, and I hesitated.

But I went with the correct decision. I gallantly spat in their direction, made some rude gestures, yelled a final insult or two, hopped in the taxi and then we were - properly - clear.

At which point, I almost lost my fucking mind.

I was panicking. What the fuck was wrong with me? Oh my god. Fuck my life. What the fuck. Ohh shit.

I was traveling at high speed down Sukhumvit in a taxi at 5am with a freaking child prostitute looking up excitedly at me. This was a new level of fucked up.

"This could be a little awkward to explain", I half-laughed and half-choked. I was pretty certain explanations wouldn't be requested. What's to explain?

"The pedophile fought bravely, Sir. It took three police officers armed only with batons roughly twenty minutes to subdue him."

I was trying to calm myself down but I was fairly certain panicking was more appropriate.

“What’s your name, kid?”

It was Mai.

“How old?”

14. Almost 15. She listed her age the other way around, as kids do. “15...almost. 14.”

Jesus Christ.

I had no idea if she was even telling the truth. She looked like she might be 12 or 13. I was hyper-ventilating, imagining police pulling us over any second. They'd look inside, look at her. They'd look at me and...

And the taxi driver wanted to know where we were going. I looked up to catch the filthy grin on his cheese-eating face and I very much wanted to wipe it off but the truth is, I’m not - remotely - violent, at all. I've never thrown a punch in my life. So I didn’t.

“Mai, where are we taking you.”

Mai didn’t know. She was just enjoying her freedom. When you’re trapped or imprisoned, incarcerated or a child with shitty parents; emancipation is all you can think about. But when you get that liberty, it's invariably delicious and nerve-wracking at the same time. Mai was free, but she had no plans beyond that. I think she had just started to realise that. She didn’t answer, preferring to stare at Bangkok rushing in the other direction.

It had started to rain.

I had an epiphany just now, and I freely admit, I read this story wrong from the get-go. There was never any sinister "but what really happened was", no punchline, nothing evil or dark. My mind conjured it all up, my sick demented twisted mind, and as a result I said some things I truly regret. In all honesty, I just didn't make the mental connection between what you wrote and your past, had I done that I would have quickly realized how very wrong I was about a good many things, and I am sorry. Our hero in this story really, truly, is one, and I was a damned stupid bastard to not see it sooner. Apologies, and your story is uniquely qualified to wear the crown of "a story worth telling" and I hope you do it well, and wish you luck.

[rum dick]

Wait. What?

[Statutory Ape]

Wait. What?

It's quite simple.

On 09 April 2012.

Quote:
Christians have everything to hide. They're the most private people alive. Because they're setup to feel shame. You know what Christ told you nigger. So why are you pretending to be his disciple. Literally this shit is so simple whenever someone tells me they're a Christian I'm pretty much going to prove they want to fuck children if they engage me. If they don't, they prove it themselves.

You don't really want to play this game with me because it's painful. And I never lose. But then I never win either. And that's a pity because if I won, you'd win.

And that's the winning this world has gotten confused about. And it's because of Christians who spout rhetoric like "love thy fellow man" and "open-mindedness" and "tolerance for those who hate".

The Bible is full of hate. It's almost non-stop hatred and fear and insanity and vile. Why would they need logic? They hate logic. They have Faith so they can fuck your children.

Keep an open mind about it.

On 17 May 2012, the pedophile confessed.

Look either I'm brilliant.

Or every Christian has fooled you. Let's just pretend I'm brilliant. The other one is correct but how embarrassed world, are you?

From day1,when scuter heard I was a christian he had it in his mind to ruin me. Point blank, the cold truth is staring (I hope) everyone in the face in the post I just quoted.

After that it was only a matter of time before he managed to get me to either A) Renounce my faith B) Say something to the effect that I was a demented pedophile of some kind.

Essentially I am ruined either way.

All the posts playing coy, the PM's I thought were actually heartfelt, were, in fact, just a game of chess to him. His final move was to put me to a yes/no situation where, when painted into a corner, he knew I would sense I had no logical move forward and thus, I would retreat, which I did. Then gaysex moved in to squash the drama, offering me an out, a move I am 50/50 on scuter having also anticipated.

He's seen Gary do this sort of thing before, and if it wasn't him maybe Bob would have obliged, but either way I am NOT A DAMNED PEDOPHILE, but I know when I've been had, and I very VERY *VERY* deeply resent being played a fool scuter. This is not all imagined in my head, you ADMITTED above that from day one you set out to "prove" whatever rubbish is floating around that drug addled mind of yours, and I will not easily forgive you for that. Not that you care, as long as you have your drugs and your money you could give a flying fuck about anyone else, so like I said, I regret some of the things I said and I wish you luck.

You are not evil per se, but you have no problems manipulating people, and this makes you dishonest, and I hate liars, just as much as you do.

[rum dick]

I was talking about you reading the story and expecting a sinister turn to it. Story seemed pretty straightforward (to me at least). When I read it, all I thought was, "oh, typical Skynigger trying to do good and then getting sidetracked by dope, online slots, and yelling at hippies on the interwebs. Kid is such a rapscallion.".

[Statutory Ape]

I was talking about you reading the story and expecting a sinister turn to it. Story seemed pretty straightforward (to me at least). When I read it, all I thought was, "oh, typical Skynigger trying to do good and then getting sidetracked by dope, online slots, and yelling at hippies on the interwebs. Kid is such a rapscallion.".

You benefit from knowing him a lot better, for a lot longer. I wasn't 100% sure where the story was going, I didn't expect him to come out with some crazy wild story, but with the way it started, and the way he describes things, I really was't sure.

I mean, he's bragging about fucking a 17 year old one minute, calling me a pedophile for lusting after 15 year olds the next, then he's saying he doesn't buy the whole "one age fits all" legal system, when suddenly he blasts me for saying I think the people in a given situation are probably the best judge of what's right or wrong, I mean...

Was it possible he struck up some kind of romantic thing with Mai? I thought so, but it turns out I was pretty wrong, and I just want to end things here at skatz with that acknowledgement.

[Steerpike]

You were lusting after 15yr olds?

[Statutory Ape]

You were lusting after 15yr olds?

Hardly.

My position is somewhat strange. I find it worthwhile and go out of my way to point out that most men would sleep with slightly underage girls if given a chance. It has very little to do with my own personal preference, which is hardly even anything I want to talk about, and is more an attempt to point out hypocrisy. Of course this makes me a HUGE target, which was unintended.

Let's say, I've had more than my fair share of chances, and turned every one of them down, if that even means a damned thing at this point. The last time anything along the same lines came up my buddy carl was attempting to get me to leave a 15 year old girl half drunk at his place and I floored him, right there on the spot. It was (and is) the last time we spoke. I don't much think a man sleeping with a girl around that age some kind of pedophile, but at 15 girls tend to find themselves easily in a position to be taken advantage of, and I am VERY much against that.

That is my official position, take it or leave it, like it or not, it is the truth. I am not hiding or forgetting anything, and at 31 the youngest girl I EVER slept with was 16 and even that was bad and not something I admit very often. We hit it off, were friends for a couple months, she got it in her head to spend the night, we had horrible sex, i never heard from her again. Next youngest after her was 22, the pedophile thing is far from true.

[rum dick]

I banged a 15 year old. Course I was 14 at the time.

[Statutory Ape]

What hurts me here, and why I doubt very much I will be staying, is that scuter had it in his mind to prove me something I'm not. In fact, the irony of the whole thing is that, in a similar situation (sort of) I did much as he did. Let me explain.

Around 2005 or so, I was at a house party with a few friends and long story short the party gets broken up by cops. Typical.

I have my nice red car, my buddys and I find out where the next party is and head out. Carl, a longtime friend, brings along 2 girls with us, so there was 5 people total in my car. I hardly noticed the girls, I was somewhat heated at the time over something else entirely. I was and I wasn't into hard drugs at this point in my life, I had done coke but it wasn't a deal breaker for the night you know? If it was there, I was all over it, but really I liked having a good time more than anything else.

Turns out a the next party is bunk, and from there we have to find out what the fuck to do. After driving around 20-30 minutes of me screaming at a buddy of mine on the phone why he was a moron for thinking he should kill himself we decide to make a pit stop at carls place, it was pretty close by and all.

Skimming the next hour or so, one of the guys I brought walks off with one of the girls, they were friends or something from what I knew. Didn't bother me. So it's me carl and this girl, who turns out to be 15.

The four had been drinking at the house party, and I didn't think much of it. I had a rule about open alcohol in my car, so they saved it for when we all got back to carls place. After about an hour I decide to head home, still infuriated at my friend (he later attempted suicide on christmas night, that same year, and came damned close to succeeding. That's another story entirely tho) and this girl asks me for a ride home. I hadn't given the whole thing much thought, to me it was a given I'd give her a ride anywhere she wanted. I said sure and went in to tell carl I was taking off. The two had been making out a bit I guess, I mean I had to assume as much since they'd been alone.

So carl goes on about wanting me to just go home, and have a good night and this nice nice bullshit. I asked him what about the girl, he said don't worry about it, he'd walk her home.

Yeah right.

But, being that he had been my friend 5-6 years at that point, I went out to my car where the girl was sitting passenger seat by herself, and asked her point blank what was up with her and carl.

She tells me he tried to fuck her, and when she said no, he got to trying to get her pants off and what not, pretty aggressively. She wanted to go home.

That was the end of it for me. I wasn't MAD at this point, I was a bit annoyed, carl was 23-24 and quite frankly I kind of knew he had a reputation for fucking just about anything, but this girl was drunk, and the stories weren't adding up. The whole thing wasn't worth my time or emotion, I knew in the back of my mind he had probably already fucked her at some point, and might again in the future, just kind of how things rolled in that microcosm of humanity I knew.

I find carl in between my car and his dads apt and he says to me "so you told her to get out or what?"

WRONG THING TO SAY TO ME

I don't cock block, that's for sure, but I am no damned patsy to taking advantage of a young drunk girl, I drove her there and if I left her there anything that happened would be on my head, so him saying that…it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I was mad.

"Carl, bro, she's 15, if I leave her here, what are you REALLY going to do? Be honest with me.."

He shrugs his shoulder and drops the last words I ever heard him say "I mean, what do you expect me to do? I'll call you later when I'm done if you want, she should still be drunk by then"

I doubt he ever knew or at least remembered what hit him. HIs dad actually heard the hit and came out, went right back inside. That's how bad it was.

I am not a violent person, but I have some deeply rooted seething rage and fury I keep bottled up inside for whatever reason, and pity the man who feels it's force when I lose control. Carl moved to florida right after, never heard much after.

Took the girl home, and said nothing about carl, she said thank you and then thank you again, and that's the last I ever saw her.

Quite frankly, in a similar situation I might not have lost my cool, but when I thought about the girl in my car, I saw a girl I fell for, and i don't know, I could only compare it to protecting one's sister, if that makes sense. (Strange as I am an only child, but whatever) I felt protective for this child, I would never allow anyone to harm her, not even a longtime acquaintance that I thought was a good friend.

For scuter to instanlty label me a sick pervert and go to great lengths to prove as much, it hurt me a great deal, and I will leave things at that. We are not so different, yet living in completely different worlds, that's the truth.

[rum dick]

Yeah but did you let the girl raid your fridge?

[anatine]

:kwame

[gay sex]

grapes moms fridge is just a wall of shasta soda

[Statutory Ape]

:kwame

I don't get this
I don't get the damned bananas
I don't get the fucking black widow spider nest post aimed at limitles

I just don't get you sonatine, at all.

[anatine]

I don't get this
I don't get the damned bananas
I don't get the fucking black widow spider nest post aimed at limitles

I just don't get you sonatine, at all.


your moms fridge is literally a wall of shasta soda dawg.

[Statutory Ape]

your moms fridge is literally a wall of shasta soda dawg.

http://www.equisgarcia.com/files/gimgs/10_whatever-01.jpg

[Statutory Ape]

grapes moms fridge is just a wall of shasta soda

the only shasta we have is grape cherry and cream soda, and they are kept warm, not refrigerated.

I know the shasta thing is an inference I'm not getting, as usual, thanks for that.

[SkyNigger]

The Land of Smiles (Das Land des Lächelns) is a romantic operetta in three acts by Franz Lehár. The German language libretto was by Ludwig Herzer and Fritz Löhner. The performance time is about 100 minutes.

Thailand is not the only meaning, sorry for not catching the inference you prick.

Context: : the parts of a discourse (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/discourse[1]) that surround a word or passage and can throw light on its meaning.

When you meet Sonatine in your German romantic opera, make sure you say Hi to him for me.

Mike can only spell one word. It dominates everything that floods out of his horrifying mind. Oh if you're unable to accurately relate to humans, and the greater good of a humanity of faces many of should be willing to kill filth, in order to save (if only you were sane); then you'd be as insane as Mike. He's pretty much out there with my mother, and Hitler, and the guys who tell Dubya and Obama what to do and how high to jump and why they need to form partnerships with cartels in a Drug War that funds the rulers of the world. But if you were as insane as Mike, everything you do; every mistake, everything - quite literally - you say or write or talk about or FEEL, will be polluted by this word.

ME ME ME.

The horrifying scream of Catholic Toddler narcissistic agony.

Mike, your problems (multiple, if interdependent) here (as in, displayed in this thread alone) are:

1. Your unfathomable ignorance. Ignorance is traditionally rectified by acquiring knowledge and / or acquiring an ability to efficiently access databanks of knowledge. You have neither the databank that would afford you the ability to not be subjected to ridicule and sneers; nor do you have the ability to access databanks of knowledge (like the Internet, for example). Never mind efficiently; you have zero capacity for accessing knowledge. Period. The reasons for this stunning incapacity to learn a damned thing are rooted in your other handicaps on display, in this single instance.

2. Your narcissistic insanity. Sanity is traditionally acquired in utero. Exposure to emotional insanity when you were impressionable proved too great a challenge. You were loved, dearly; but that was an illusion. Then came the pain, that often manifests in Cutting oneself in an attempt to force-generate the emotional 'hits' that junkies who are victims of Emotionally Insane parents were - made - to be addicted to. When the emotional crack dealers stop slinging, their child victims scream in imagined pain.

nb. Imagined in the sense that it is an illusion of corrupted processing, rather than the healthy life-saving alarm bell that stops Cutters going Wild like Girls who imagine they're going to be famous if they show their boobies so EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME. LOOK AT MY NAKED BOOBIES. LOOK AT MY PUSSY. IS IT PRETTY? OH GOD I HOPE THEY THINK MY PUSSY IS PRETTY OR I WILL JUST DIE! ME ME ME.

Your narcissistic insanity is presently going into overdrive and I'm a World Authority on this academic subject. In this thread alone, it's terrifying to the point of being horrifying but horror does not move me. That's horror's secret weapon, of course. And it's why you need to die, of course. Your horror must not be tolerated. It kills everything and it rapes children, viciously. Lovingly. Whatever your horror is in the mood for, really. But it's always in the mood for cowardly sequestering the defenceless in order to rape them, more easily. That means children get raped. But because you're too frightened to rape a "lady"; you'll rape a "young lady". You're too squeamish to rape a woman; you'll rape "women children".

Of course you will be unable to appreciate any of this, because right now you're reading what I'm writing and something is happening inside your processing that is terrifying. It's called "pain". You are associating what I am writing with the pain you are feeling and you are imagining that the two are somehow linked; probably because your parents failed at basic Pavlovian Theory (hitting you to eat your greens, etc; or if you prefer a more insightful example, the US Penitentiary System), but mostly because you've failed at everything since.

You will be imagining I am one of the bullies of your childhood but I'm not those demented imbeciles, Mike. I beat up on the guys who would beat up the guys who beat up the guys (do that 100 times, and that's who I've bullied; historically). You won't believe me but that's a huge and hilariously stupid mistake to make. It prevents your realising that you cannot "get back" at me, because only you are damaged. This is a war of emotions you are fighting inside your own head, and the only casualty that can be 'hurt' is you. I get frustrated (the only sane emotion in the 'fight') because I'm vaguely aware there are more important people than you (~7 billion or so, give or take a few) in this world who could be using my insight, and by the time I hear your screaming I no longer have the capacity to be creative or insightful.

But you won't care.

With you, it's all - as always - ME ME ME.

That is why you scream in pain.

Some of the things you've done in this thread alone (incomplete):

I create a thread titled "Help me write a story." I write the introduction to one of the finest stories in the world that will never be written; because of people just like you who - in your obsession to scream your narcissistic pain - effectively drown out decency and sanity.You then attempt to hijack my story thread (where I'm asking for assistance because I lack the ability or the capacity to get an important job done) with your rushed announcement that you are going to write a story, as well. EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME. TALK ABOUT ME. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. ME ME ME.
I firmly dismiss advice that would ruin the story by making it a story about me. I submit my reasoning; who would care, etc. It would be implausible. Boring. There is a horrifying risk that filthy creeps would imagine I could be dabbling in the failed self-promotional screaming that covers every Facebook & Twitter feed on the planet.You announce, in my thread about decency and sanity, that your - planned - story (not to be confused with written, but requiring substantial editing) is going to be all about you and your life. And it's going to be awesome. These are your words, to build hype for the non-existent story about you. ME ME ME. I'M IN PAIN. I WILL SPLASH MY INSANITY ONTO YOU TO FORCE YOU TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME.
I am frankly unable to get emotional about insanity this insane, but I was vaguely intrigued because your emotional insanity lies at the crux of both Mai's story and the story of Thailand's defeat. Emotional corruption screaming its way over the top of purity, sanity, decency and pretty. The demented tortured wailing of religious victims that destroys any chance of fun. As such, I challenged you to provide copy to illuminate the obvious fact that you didn't have any.Thrilled that someone is paying attention to your "ME", your brain disassociates from reality and imagines that you are in the position to play games of emotional tease. You're very nearly the most horrifying creep I've encountered since my mother spent 14 years horrifying me. Frightened of the potentially bad reviews of content you have not yet produced, but comfortable in the fact that you have triggered 'interest'; you attempt to parlay my illumination of your insanity into a contract that would - in your demented mind - preclude my "being honest (read: 'mean')". You just want to scream. But you're incapable of producing anything. Your insanity attracts those who are entertained by your face-planting but they have not seen what I have seen. They do not know what I know. They have not heard the silent screams of children being raped by your narcissistic manipulation of reality purely because you think it's a crafty technique. It suits your frustrated and corrupted impulse, to breed. Gambowl would not encourage you if he understood what I am unfortunately in the position to understand, completely. He would be so harsh to you, that you would wake up the entire state of California with your screaming at his harshness; if he had seen the things I did not see.
Had he heard them, I imagine he would be only slightly more harsh than I have been.

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~~~I have to run to meet someone. The below is rambled, but likely impossibly intelligent if somewhat unordered, brilliance you may choose or choose not to read.~~~

The pain is being caused by you and that is why you cannot win this imagined War that you imagine is being fought between "Jonny and ME" and "Sonatine and ME" and all the other "xxx and ME" wars that you imagine are being fought in your head. Where you imagine you have value; who wouldn't want to fight you? You're a trophy worth defeating, after all. Of course you don't realise you're worthless. Someone made you think you're the only person alive. It's simultaneously why you are utterly devoid of value in reality (you're worth negative value, because you destroy creativity and you poison everything with your horrifying ME ME ME screaming) and the only person that exists in your mind. Your reality. Less real than it would be, if it were up to me but then the law defends your right to Transmit your endless screaming into the airwaves; but the law doesn't prescribe any requirement to Receive.

You're a broken record of pain, screaming the same old scream non-stop, on repeat. ME ME ME. And children like me spend decades with their mouths open, incapable of being brilliant and thinking brilliant ideas or producing magnificent works of art or beauty or inventing tools of utility. That's only children that are just like me, roughly seven billion of whom are presently alive.

But you are understanding none of this because you don't want to be sane, you want to scream your pain and fight and shower the world in your sociopathic and schizophrenic and narcissist screams of terror. Gambowl isn't terrified of it, but he would if he knew what it meant.

Right now, you're steaming. You're rushing. You're high on emotional angst and fury and you're in Fight or Flight mode and it's a tragedy that you're a coward because this is an imaginary War where you can be 'brave' and that means you will never run away, until your death throes have poisoned everyone and everything.

But you've never met someone like me.

I'm your worst nightmare. All of this is advice you couldn't buy for all the money in the Vatican, but I'm your worst nightmare. You get high on people who - like Rum Dick - think it's intelligent to be nice to you as they feed your addiction to attention. You also get high on people who - like me - play very noble and very self-serving and very dangerous games with creeps, to serve the best interests of Humanity. You get high if someone validates your existence, basically.

But you've never met anyone like me.

Right now you're furious and desperately looking for some way to "get him back", i.e. launch a 'counter'-attack on me. You imagine I'm one of your imbecilic bullies from high school but when I gratuitously beat up on the defenceless, they have had between $1000 and $100,000 they are willing to lose, per hand. Or they have had knives, replica guns and in one - disturbing - instance, a gun that fired bullets (of the Russian Roulette variety). I am alive. I have never thrown a punch. An imbecile could connect those dots. You will not.

I'm not bullying you. You're too worthless to realise you have no 'value' to be of 'value' to anyone who imagines there is value in exploiting disparities that will always exist - inevitably - in Humanity. Disparities in wealth, intelligence, physical size, weapons possessed, technology, budget, population size, height, speed, cognitive ability, etc. Those who wished to scream the pain of their tortured existence - those who want to lash at a humanity they imagine to have wronged them, or failed to protect them, or are otherwise responsible for what really is the 'fault' of the victims of the stupidity of men - but you can play the Blame Game back to Moses' and his shrewd cunning all you like - of what value can it possibly be to blame a man who died thousands of years ago? I'm not playing the Blame Game; that's what people who play the Blame Game imagine I am doing.

Just like I am fundamentally incapable of bragging because I'm not demented and I have no need to - circumnavigate - the hard work that is required to impress (I relish that work, instead). But those who want the insane 'shortcut', imagine they can impress by lying. So they brag, because they live in the moment and in the moment, bragging can impress those who cannot see your insanity coming.

"Yes I can type at 180 wpm. I am a very accomplished typist. I can handle dictation, shorthand, anything really. Do I have the job? YIPPIE!"

It's called "putting your 'best' foot forward" because a filthy whore who gave birth to you (instead of living a life of exploitation, with a sliver more decency) made you think was an intelligent strategy to "get around" all that pesky reality. It's how she imagines she got your father to value her when - deep down - she knows she is valueless because hundreds of men have fucked her and told her to "fuck off" (usually a great deal more 'sweetly', but the thing about politeness is that it's a demented lie to allow morons to be rude, to everybody). Your mother was not fooled, no one is ever fooled by "It's not you, it's me. My feelings have changed. Oh? No reason. I fucked you, and suddenly it's not you. It's me."

But your mother had no other options; because men do not value women except for the humble vessels that rapidly facilitate entry; a state they - imagine - they would like their objectified women to eternally exist in. But then they're demented fools who were living in a very pathetic and adolescent moment. Your mother, just like every female member of the human species, has lived her entire life in that 'moment'. Thousands of years of that 'moment' and the result?

Billions of 'humans' like you. Valueless. Existentially terrified. Irreparably damaged and traumatised by creeps who had children not for the reasons they imagine (hint: they're told they don't need one, by their slave-owners who imagine they needed their slaves to breed FREELY); but for reasons they will never admit for the same reasons you will never become sane.

You are incognisant of sanity; but it's even worse than that. Sanity is incomprehensible to you. What humans cannot comprehend, they cannot "see". What they cannot "see", they cannot understand. What they cannot understand, they cannot appreciate. What they cannot appreciate, they cannot endeavour to investigate; never mind dreams of competency or mastery. What they cannot investigate, they cannot remedy. And what they cannot remedy, is their insanity. And their insanity manufactures their imagined emotional pain, because they don't understand why the entire world isn't down with their program. They know the world is crazy, because why wouldn't the world be down with their program. What's their program? There are ~7 billion different programs, almost all unique and yet - ironically - I can print you off the programming schedule and summary for all of them a single time, and it will be accurate. It looks like this:

Program Synopsis: ME ME ME.
Scheduled Timing: Indefinitely.

You're on repeat.

I'm sick of this fucking show. It's boring. I was one of the most fascinating people on the face of the planet when I got sick to death of ME. Because I was sane; I just wasn't bright enough (but I suspected as much, because I want to have fun?) to fully realise that my unhappiness wasn't anything I could hope to manage. How can I manage to have fun in a world of Mike's? Catholic Toddlers and their demented - tortured - screaming.

"It's not me. It's you."

Your screams.

Your misery.

Your insanity.

Your hatred.

Your fears.

Your exploitation.

Your shame.

Your horror.

Your dementia.

Your sleaze.

Your filth.

Your suffering.

Your pain.

You're just not dignified enough to SHUT THE FUCK UP and / or find the Pareto optimal solution that is staring every narcissistic sufferer in their stupid face. When I am sick, I want to get better. When I am unhappy, I want that to change. When I am in pain, by god I will want to SLAUGHTER - mercilessly - any filthy creep who attempts to stand in between ME (suffering from their pain, which they are inflicting on me) and blessed pain relief.

It hurts them more than it hurts me, I have always know this. But my incapacity to truly understand the levels of your insanity precluded my understanding of the entire horrifying pyramid scheme of suffering. If something hurts you more than it hurts those you're trying to help, STOP your filthy Golden Urination. Do not DO unto others what you are too stupid to prevent others doing to you. Jesus was not an imbecilic hippie; on the contrary. The evil genius who wrote that character's lines was likely as bright as I could be, if I was driven by as much pain and hatred and vindictiveness and revenge-obsessed INSANITY as he would have been.

When I tell you to STOP doing your filthy Christian 'caring' for the emotional and physical and Spiritual 'well-being' of others, I am yelling at 30 years of Humanity's corrupted empathy. They corrupted that shit and they made it viral. I'm yelling at you to keep your filthy Jesus AIDS to yourself. And you counter with your Insanity. My wishes are not valid. You're the dumbest imbecile alive but you don't care. You're the most emotionally-damaged toddler I've seen on the Internet since this vile 'feminist' destroyed a discussion on The Last Psychaitrist (who is brilliant, and the best writer you've never fucking read because all he talks about is this growing problem with narcissistic insanity covering the globe - but he's not as bright as I am; he hasn't connected the dots yet to religion, but he's getting closer; he's onto exploited women and their exploitation of their offspring. Next stop: Understanding that the exploitation of women is actually the exploitation of men and women and children, via children who must be bred with emotional insanity before they'll become 'good' little boys and girls who - if they sacrifice 20 years of fun, and choose suffering and pain instead - will one day drown the professional world with their emotional mania. What else did you expect from a mother who is an emotional blowup doll who has been exploited for thousands of years? Optimality?

They just have opinions. They know they're not perfect, but Honey, they're trying their best under difficult circumstances. These kids keep popping out of their pussies.

Could it be the unprotected cocks that keep popping in? I'm just spit-balling, FREE Whores of the World. That's free for their exploiters, who don't have to pay sex slaves. The sex slaves aren't free, they're prostitutes working for vicious pimps who keep all their earnings. It's all very shrewd of course, until you remember the moment nine months after the moment. And the next thousand years of moments, which are forever damaged by imbeciles who couldn't get laid. And thought, "Wouldn't it be great if we put the foot down on these pesky broads and their - free will - to reject us? Stomp them down into the ground until they're too stupid to keep their legs closed."

It would seem like - fucking - genius to someone like Mike. But to someone like me?

Mike, I didn't flee in terror to the Third World because I couldn't get any. I fled in terror overseas because I can make the women of your dreams fuck me, as easily as:

1. Impress them, even if it's a fucking joke that gets them to laugh. Obviously, I like to - extend - myself a little; something you've never managed to do.

2. Close the fucking gate. I slam the door shut. I remove their existence from the reality in their head, which is nothing but demented fantasy which matters only to them (and to me, but only because it's my fantasy imposed upon their 'reality').

3. ???

4. No profit.

You cannot profit from shortcuts of deceit.

Mike I was raped by so many cute girls that I shrewdly believed I was tricking into 'wanting' to sleep with me, the reality was so terrifying it very nearly sent me insane. Their demented screaming. Mike I didn't 'trick' them into 'imagining' they wanted to sleep with me. I didn't trick them into 'wanting' to sleep with me. I didn't do any of the INSANE things half a decade of sleeping alone makes you - feel - might be a good idea to try. There was no magic tricks. No sorcery. There wasn't an illusion I could buy for any kind of money (and I went with Benny Meerman to a brothel for my first time, because he's the most attractive man you have never seen and girls lose their fucking minds when he walks into the room - he doesn't need to play games; but I watched him in awe and sighed, in happiness for him, because it was such a beautiful thing. These stunning girls, losing their minds the way men lose their minds around aesthetically-pleasing humans they are attracted to. There is nothing in the world I wouldn't have given to be in his shoes; I literally would have done almost anything - you name it, I'd have done it - to be in his position.

Well, not YOU because YOU are all ME ME ME. Anything a sane mind can imagine; I'd have done to look, talk and walk like Ben. What's the difference?

Sanity covets. And then, because the sane covet, the sane manage to achieve. Coveting is the drive that propelled humanity and our human ingenuity forward.

The Tenth Commandment expressly prohibits Sanity (much like every other Commandment, and verse in the Bible for that matter).

THOU SHALT NOT COVET.

I must have had the finest mind any seven year old could have, because I fucking swear that I said, "Why?"

Why would I just sit there and sigh, all day long; just - wanting - my neighbour's things, hating on him for having what I am unwilling, or unable through no fault of his, to get? Why would anyone be so insane?

They were awkward. I thought they were too stupid to have an answer to the question, as per usual. In this instance, I was wrong. But they never gave me the answer. I only realised it the other day, at 30 years of age. I was 30 when I realised what you morons realise subconsciously at (insert age of hearing Ten vile Commandments for the first time).

I didn't understand. I was thinking, "If it meant that much to me, why wouldn't I just go get some of the same? If I couldn't, why would I hate someone for doing something I couldn't do or wasn't in a position to enjoy or hadn't been lucky enough to be blessed with? Why wouldn't I just be happy for them? It doesn't make sense, I told these vile Christians. This "prohibition on feeling desire" makes no fucking sense.

And it really doesn't, if you think about it.

It makes sense, only to those that feel. It makes perfect sense to the insane. We're talking in two different languages, and I am only fluent in Emotional Insanity when I speak it to imbeciles who I need to suffer because they aren't decent enough to keep their imagined pain to themselves. I can read it, with some degree of competency as well; I just cannot write Insanity. I cannot make the Insane FEEL pain with written words; because I am not insane. I cannot hook them. I cannot titillate them. I cannot entice them with 'delicious' danger the way Mike loved my story, because he imagined there to be a (or at least a chance for) rape of a pretty child prostitute around the corner.

I'm personable and charming to the point where I sneered at The Talented Mister Ripley because I wasn't all that impressed with his display of 'talent'. Because when I want something, I seem to know just what to say (or what not to say) to creeps to make them want to give me what I want. But when I become sane, and stop playing at being Decent whilst subconsciously - or more shrewdly - allowing them to feel their insane dreams might be True (if you want to believe in The Real Deal, I can be as - real [or as unreal] - as you want me to be); I smash into the wall of their incomprehensibility.

I cannot make them act in their own best interests.

I cannot convince them. I cannot persuade them. I cannot force them. It doesn't matter what I say or how many different ways I try and say it; they're incapable of understanding a damn word I say. When I sell them the danger of their likely exploitation by me, with the chance - however elusive - that I might let them take advantage of me; they snatch at that sliver of a hook I dangle in front of them like bait and they're hooked. It's that easy. But when I sell them intelligent selfishness; when I sell them mutual advantage and progress built on shared goals and dreams; when I try and sell - to a 'human' - this crazy idea I had (the one where we don't try to destroy each other, but instead try and build each other up); when I try and sell Sanity to a 'human' in this world of creeps; do you know what happens?

Everyone gets bored. Most get confused.

I'm speaking another language. They cannot comprehend what I'm saying. They try - earnestly - to understand me, but they fail and that means, I've 'failed' to connect with their insanity. And I've blamed myself because I've always been the brightest person in the room; it's my job to build everyone up, drag everyone up to my level, kick up the quality of the conversation or debate or light the spark that no one else has the capacity to ignite. It's my job because, in a sane world, it would be.

That would be the world where people are all looking for hands to pull them up. Not to be confused with this world where everyone is clawing at hands which reach out to pull them up, in their desperate - horrifying - hatred that someone might out-glow or out-shine or 'over'-achieve.

NOOOOOOO. They scream in tortured pain. BRING THE ATTENTION BACK TO MEEEEE. ME ME ME. HATE HATE HATE. MY NEIGHBOUR HAS A BETTER DONKEY THAN ME. IT SHOULD BE MY DONKEY. HATE HIM HATE HIM HATE HIM WHY IS HE SO LUCKY. MY NEIGHBOUR HAS A BETTER WIFE THAN ME. HATE HIM HATE HIM FOR BREATHING. HIS WIFE SHOULD WANT TO FUCK ME. DAMN YOU NEIGHBOUR YOU CUNT. YOU SNOB. YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ME.

Literally everyone is better than the insane who don't have the decency to stop screaming their insanity into the airwaves.

HOW DARE YOU HAVE WHAT I WANT. HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU. YOU ONLY BOUGHT THAT DONKEY TO TAUNT ME. ARRRGGGG PAIN. FUCK YOU NEIGHBOUR, YOU CAUSED ME TO FEEL THIS PAIN.

In Mike's mind, all his emotions were expressly caused by others who he imagines would all have perfectly legitimate motives to be obsessed with him. He's obsessed with him. Why wouldn't anybody be?

AM I SUPPOSED TO JUST SIT HERE AND LET HIM TAUNT ME WITH HIS BETTER DONKEY AND HIS BETTER WIFE THAN ME? YOU EXPECT ME TO LET HIM DO THIS TO ME?

The idea that someone could be into a girl who shares reciprocated feelings without ever giving a flying fuck about or paying a single thought to the irrelevance that is Mike, is incomprehensible to Mike. If Mike knows the guy, or heaven forbid, somehow knows the girl; he will impose himself on their interactions, endlessly. He will have done his buddy a favour, even if he never introduced them. He knew her first, didn't he?

It doesn't matter if she never really gave him the time of day, because Mike only needs politeness to KNOW someone better than they know themselves. Pay attention to Mike's ME ME ME, and Mike will start latching onto you like a leech and this isn't all bad. Hah. No no no. If you want to exploit Mike, it's as easy as farting and giggling. But if you want to speak to Mike in a more sane language, Mike will lash out at you because he is the one who is in possession of you. You're his friend, which means he owns you. You're his responsibility, and he knows he needs to take care of you. Mike will become your parent because Mike doesn't exist as a human being. He's a shell, who needs to latch onto human life to breathe.

He will not listen to you when you ask him to stop trying to smear his emotional vile onto you. He knows that's just how he feels and he has to follow his feelings because he's never thought in his life. He's instinctual, which means he's batshit insane of course and this means he's lived a very tragic life of pain. I would shed a tear for him, except; he hasn't lived it with any dignity.

He will not listen to you when you tell him to stop smearing his imbecilic emotional assertions over you. He knows better than you about you, in addition to everything.

He will not listen to you if you threatened him to stop smearing his insanity over the world of decency. He's a creep. It's all he knows how to do, and what you want and what you know and what you think and even what you feel doesn't matter to Mike. He's just like my Mother. He's just like every dead victim of Moses' hatred of humans (thinly veiled, to imbecilic toddler men, as a hatred of women whose "free will" was starting to piss them off, big time). He's just like every leech that ever lived. He's dead in the identical way.

He's a lot like you, but your deaths are by no means assured.

He's nothing like me, though. He'll never be. I'm not sure anyone will ever suffer from such a freakish, demented outlier string of corrupted events to even understand the language in which I speak. My death will arrive before Mike's, for that reason. This world was happy to worship me as I forced you to bend and kneel before my will; blood and tears and some suicides - don't kid yourself, you cannot play games with corrupted emotional horror show girls without a few feelings getting bruised a little terminally - but if I refuse to stomp on the heads of the sniveling worshipers and dreamers and fanatics and stalkers and obsessed toddlers who want me to show them the magic tricks so they can replace their shitty ME ME ME with me?

Everyone gets bored.

"Jonny isn't who he used to be."

"Tell me about it, he hasn't reduced me to tears in a public setting since February."

"Should we organise an intervention?"

"Is there any point? He's hardly even - interesting - anymore. Always going on about that embarrassing humanity this and utopia that and ROFL, you can tell him to snap out of it - you can try and care for him, like a good friend would - and he just cannot be helped."

"Does he have any value left, as a friend?"

"Hardly. Plus, he's embarrassing. You know what I mean?"

"Duh. Cause everyone loves hanging out with the insane guy."

"Shiver. The other day, he said the darnedest thing. He told me to fuck off basically. You try to help, and he just lashes out at you. I tried to help him with some advice, I told him to come back here where his friends are; the ones he left without giving a reason for his leaving, refusing to even show up at his own farewell party. I said, you need to come back so we can take care of you. Your friends. We're your family."

"And what, he just told you to fuck off? When you're trying to help him?"

"Basically. He asked me what makes me think I'm in a position to think more intelligently than he can about what he should do and where he should go and with whom he should spend his life? I didn't know what to say. What do you say to an insane guy there?"

"Tough spot. Anything you say he's gonna twist around with his insanity."

"Exactly. So I told him I understood he was hurting. But he would not be getting a fight out of me. I refused to fight him, I mean he's one of my oldest friends. He's kidding if he thinks I'm just going to get baited into lashing out and hurting him the way he was trying to hurt me."

"That's so sad if that's all he wants to do. Just hurt everyone around him."

"He'll have no friends, in the end; if he does that. Can you imagine that? Shiver. Imagine dying alone and having no one who suffers unspeakable emotional pain that you cannot remedy, what with being dead and all. Imagine not making anyone scream out in pain when you die."

"It doesn't bear thinking about. I want all my loved rounds around me when I move on. I want them all to scream in pain when I'm gone. If I died tomorrow and Cheryl goes off and marries again, you have my permission to kill the unfaithful bitch."

"She wouldn't do that to your memory, mate. She's a keeper, that one. You're one hell of a lucky guy, if you ask me."

"You fancy Cheryl, old boy? Your missus isn't stoking your coals anymore is that it?"

"Oh mate come on. You know I didn't mean it like that."
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It's funny. Only the insane ever ask "Well, how did you mean it then?" in that exact spot.

I just assumed everyone wanted to fuck my g/f's. I knew this because I never - imagined - fucking theirs. This was the lie I was telling myself because I'm such a DECENT chap - just ask me - I'd have told you the truth: "I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing."

That's the confession, right there. That's Game Over. Because if it wasn't an issue for you, everyone would be at ease. If I don't want to fuck your g/f though, Houston we have a problem.

It's demented, because most of my mates are better-looking than I am. This is fact. They're imbeciles, don't get me wrong. Benny Meerman makes girls go crazy but after they sweep themselves off their feet into his bed, he has the same problem every girl who makes men go crazy has.

Take II. The sequel. The second date. The repeat. Benny has fucked more stunning girls than anyone I know, and I know a great many more people than most - or all - of you. He can fuck any girl on the planet who likes sex, which is most of them. They're whores because they imagine they can do what they want to do, and simultaneously pretend they're doing you a favour.

Every Christian - especially Mike - does this filthy shit with favours. They do unto you only what they were going to do anyway. Then they get cut if you don't reciprocate. You might, had they not played coy and stayed silent and failed to disclose and creeped the world out with their whoredom. But how could you read the minds of the insane?

I do it all the time. It's so easy to do, I do it to show you Truths. About pedophilia. About emotional insanity. About the horror. About the language you do not speak.

Ben can sleep with any girl in the world, almost. And I never touched whores. Eww. Paying someone to sleep with me. When I couldn't get a girl to give me the time of day, the Eww got inflated higher and higher; the longer I went without hooking up. This is a world of batshit INSANITY which means, you will only ever find the Truth in reversals. I saw Benny kicking along and I asked him, wistfully (wouldn't it be nice?); "Got some stunning Sunday Girl lined up Benny?"

Benny can do truth. He doesn't need to be coy.

"I hope so", he said. "By the way can you lend me $150? Actually, you wanna come?"

"Will she have friends", I asked, utterly confused. I was already reaching for my wallet, psychologically. A friend of Benny's Sunday Girl would likely be a girl I'd marry.

"You can bet on it."

I was almost singing "Here comes the bride" as we turned into the brothel. I literally understood so much, nothing needed to be said except a "Hah" from me.

Meaning, of course. I should have known that, already.

I've always known things, already.

Only my certainty prevents my knowing so many unknowable things.

Mike knows everything. So all he knows how to do is scream. He's got that down pat, and some "women children" are going to wish they screamed earlier. Louder. More shrilly.

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They want.

Which means, they want to take.

They're human, which means they need to kill the part of themselves that prevents humans from cutting themselves or shooting themselves in their feet; before they can take what they want to take, so badly.

They find religion. The perfect workaround for that pesky humanity of theirs. Here is a God that forgives them anything they do; they're human, after all. They've always known it. They've always wanted to rape. Kill. Fuck children and give advice to the - insane - world, who doesn't do what they WANT everyone to do. Damn them.

Now they can do it. Within reason, of course. It wouldn't do to go to prison in this liberal world.

They want. So they cut the links tying them to life. But they were never alive. They had mothers, who were never alive. Blow-up sex dolls, inflated and deflated by emotions. They're less - real - than air dolls, if you think about it. In every way, inflatable (by air) dolls are more sane. They don't breed when they're incapable of living life.

The insane want. So the Insane finds ways to get the ADVANTAGE they need to do what they want. To the defenceless. To the sick. To the institutionalised. To those more idiotic than they. Spare a thought for poor Mike, at this juncture. And stop your filthy pity. The line of vile evil doesn't stop at Mike. The BUCK stops at those Mike fancies should respect him. His friends. Random "women children".

Nothing I can do. There are no stories I can tell. The insane will imagine finding things in my story that 'inspires' them to do whatever they want to do. The sane are fighting to stay alive in this screaming world of ME ME ME.

If I write this story brilliantly, I'll probably get little girls raped by creeps. Even more, or more often, I mean. Look at Mike's reaction to my Intro. I haven't even gotten into the Whoa stuff yet. What I cannot do is speak their language because they only speak HATE. Advantage over humans. Advantage over the weaker. Advantage over the poorer. Advantage over the saner, who cannot see their insanity coming and the reason I keep saying that line is because none of you gets it.

Who could see insanity coming, at 0 years of age.

You speak filth and horror. I speak purity in run-on sentences, making 'use' of far too many adjectives fbe all that pleasant to read. I almost went insane at their screaming. They were all trying to take advantage of me; I thought it would be perfectly alright with me. In Van Wilder there is a great line where Van tells the 'heroine' (who's mostly just, you know, heroically pretty) "Are you stalking me? Cause that would be

A Jonny Vincent essay? creeps. who believed she was biologically coded to 'please' men (i.e. deceive them into letting her leech off them; never a good idea as it seems when leeches get flicked off and stomped on by horrified victims of the leech's imbecilic shrewd and lazy approach to life and relationships; which basically boils down to "I'm just here to please and I'm so fucking good at it, I can just uncross my legs, lie there and moan and make demands and they've been lining up fighting to please me since I was eleven years old".

approach to lifewhich is why they should NOT do unto others what they do unto themselves, shamelessly) and pain relief. Pretend that you have my best interests in mind, and you might die just as efficiently (but I will be tempted to make you DIE HARD, before killing you with as much mercy as anyone could ever give a tortured beast who was rendered incapable of putting themselves out of their misery). one. . is it worth fast forwarding thousands of years of misery, war, slaughter, slavery, rape and endless ADVANTAGING over 'HUMANS" more or less stops where the buck never stops (she's a whore and her name rhymes with "Tommy") numbers will have
It's quite simple.



From day1,when scuter heard I was a christian he had it in his mind to ruin me. Point blank, the cold truth is staring (I hope) everyone in the face in the post I just quoted.

After that it was only a matter of time before he managed to get me to either A) Renounce my faith B) Say something to the effect that I was a demented pedophile of some kind.

Essentially I am ruined either way.

All the posts playing coy, the PM's I thought were actually heartfelt, were, in fact, just a game of chess to him. His final move was to put me to a yes/no situation where, when painted into a corner, he knew I would sense I had no logical move forward and thus, I would retreat, which I did. Then gaysex moved in to squash the drama, offering me an out, a move I am 50/50 on scuter having also anticipated.

He's seen Gary do this sort of thing before, and if it wasn't him maybe Bob would have obliged, but either way I am NOT A DAMNED PEDOPHILE, but I know when I've been had, and I very VERY *VERY* deeply resent being played a fool scuter. This is not all imagined in my head, you ADMITTED above that from day one you set out to "prove" whatever rubbish is floating around that drug addled mind of yours, and I will not easily forgive you for that. Not that you care, as long as you have your drugs and your money you could give a flying fuck about anyone else, so like I said, I regret some of the things I said and I wish you luck.

You are not evil per se, but you have no problems manipulating people, and this makes you dishonest, and I hate liars, just as much as you do.

Team Grape Ape. Fuck this assholes 4ohgreat. They are jealous of the "jack of all trades" aspects of your intellectual prowess. I say rise above them and keep owning Sonatine and Scooter with great arguments.

You benefit from knowing him a lot better, for a lot longer. I wasn't 100% sure where the story was going, I didn't expect him to come out with some crazy wild story, but with the way it started, and the way he describes things, I really was't sure.

I mean, he's bragging about fucking a 17 year old one minute, calling me a pedophile for lusting after 15 year olds the next, then he's saying he doesn't buy the whole "one age fits all" legal system, when suddenly he blasts me for saying I think the people in a given situation are probably the best judge of what's right or wrong, I mean...

Was it possible he struck up some kind of romantic thing with Mai? I thought so, but it turns out I was pretty wrong, and I just want to end things here at skatz with that acknowledgement.

Hardly.

My position is somewhat strange. I find it worthwhile and go out of my way to point out that most men would sleep with slightly underage girls if given a chance. It has very little to do with my own personal preference, which is hardly even anything I want to talk about, and is more an attempt to point out hypocrisy. Of course this makes me a HUGE target, which was unintended.

Let's say, I've had more than my fair share of chances, and turned every one of them down, if that even means a damned thing at this point. The last time anything along the same lines came up my buddy carl was attempting to get me to leave a 15 year old girl half drunk at his place and I floored him, right there on the spot. It was (and is) the last time we spoke. I don't much think a man sleeping with a girl around that age some kind of pedophile, but at 15 girls tend to find themselves easily in a position to be taken advantage of, and I am VERY much against that.

That is my official position, take it or leave it, like it or not, it is the truth. I am not hiding or forgetting anything, and at 31 the youngest girl I EVER slept with was 16 and even that was bad and not something I admit very often. We hit it off, were friends for a couple months, she got it in her head to spend the night, we had horrible sex, i never heard from her again. Next youngest after her was 22, the pedophile thing is far from true.

the only shasta we have is grape cherry and cream soda, and they are kept warm, not refrigerated.

I know the shasta thing is an inference I'm not getting, as usual, thanks for that.

[SkyNigger]

What hurts me here, and why I doubt very much I will be staying, is that scuter had it in his mind to prove me something I'm not. In fact, the irony of the whole thing is that, in a similar situation (sort of) I did much as he did. Let me explain.

Let me ramble about my insane FEELINGS. That will explain everything.

ME ME ME. I did nothing remotely similar, but pay attention to me cause what he can do, I did too. It's ironic, because I don't know the definition of "irony".

If I did, I would self-noose at the comedy of imagining that someone can PROVE you to be something that you're not.

If that happened to Jonny, he would probably stop and think. Hold on now. I was just proven to be something I'm not. What are my options? Am I..

a) the thing I was just proved to be
b) not.

Tough one. I'll go with insanity because my name is Mike. And I spend all my time wanting to fuck children. But I don't. And that's the difference between me and the guys I assault, violently. They pressure the girls into fucking them. They TAKE ADVANTAGE. I don't take advantage. I want to fuck children; who wouldn't?

I play it like a sweet creep, instead. And get angry at the guys who CHEAT, with their coercion. Children should fuck whomever they choose. They shouldn't be pressured, just confused.

But at the end of the day, children should never - ever - get to choose. That's because they're still children, you imbecile.

My name is Mike and I'm NOT a pedophile. Jonny only proved me to be one, but I'm not. So that's that.

I have my nice red car, my buddys and I find out where the next party is and head out. Carl, a longtime friend, brings along 2 girls with us, so there was 5 people total in my car.

It doesn't bother me that instead of women, we are hanging out with women children. We are not creeps.

I hardly noticed the girls,

I was shy and telling myself "Don't fuck this up. Don't fuck this up. Play it cool. Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than open your mouth and be Mike."

I was somewhat heated at the time over something else entirely.

I am emotionally insane, "at the time".

I was and I wasn't into hard drugs at this point in my life, I had done coke but it wasn't a deal breaker for the night you know? If it was there, I was all over it, but really I liked having a good time more than anything else.

I'm not going to buy any, you know? If someone is giving it to me, I'll hoover it up like a filthy Catholic whore in the Philippines. I'm always polite, of course. Just never honest. That's the key, to my Christianity.

After driving around 20-30 minutes of me screaming at a buddy of mine on the phone why he was a moron for thinking he should kill himself

All my friends are emotionally insane, as well. Well, they would have to be wouldn't they?

We all jump on ledges, and then call up our friends to talk us down. Aside from building camaraderie, it gives us a great opportunity to look like HEROES in front of the BABES / young ladies.

Oh we get more than our fair share, trust me. We can't ever prove anything, so you'll have to if you want to take us 'seriously'.

Skimming the next hour or so, one of the guys I brought walks off with one of the girls, they were friends or something from what I knew. Didn't bother me. So it's me carl and this girl, who turns out to be 15.

I am the moral guardian for our Merry Band of Pedophiles. But only because I don't get any.

After about an hour I decide to head home, still infuriated at my friend (he later attempted suicide on christmas night, that same year, and came damned close to succeeding.

If at first you don't succeed at pathetic emotional sleaze like 'attempted' suicides, immediately prior to informing a trusted leech that you're strongly 'considering' sanity, then you should try try and try again.

With any luck, you'll make one of them stick.

That's another story entirely tho)

But it's relevant to this one because I'm imagining what a great guy I am because I didn't get any.

and this girl asks me for a ride home. I hadn't given the whole thing much thought, to me it was a given I'd give her a ride anywhere she wanted.

To the moon and back, if she'd be. If she'd be my BABY.

I said sure and went in to tell carl I was taking off. The two had been making out a bit I guess, I mean I had to assume as much since they'd been alone.

Being the Fifth wheel sucks. But then I am a Messiah, who bears his crosses with my head held high, "Father forgive them, because when I am sexually frustrated, I explode with sociopathic homicidal rage and I am incapable of thinking when all I do is feel my painful way through life."

So carl goes on about wanting me to just go home

Being the Fifth Wheel really cramps my friends pedophile style. I remain friends with them through the rough times, of course; I only lose my demented mind when a BABE makes me think I'm finally gonna get some for me.

, and have a good night and this nice nice bullshit. I asked him what about the girl, he said don't worry about it, he'd walk her home.

She is a Young Lady who needs to be escorted home. There are creeps everywhere. It's not safe for such sexy children to be out there alone. They need to be protected by those who want to fuck them, but NEVER would. I swear it. I'm in control. I can lust, from afar.

Yeah right.

That's what she said.

But, being that he had been my friend 5-6 years at that point, I went out to my car where the girl was sitting passenger seat by herself, and asked her point blank what was up with her and carl.

I have known he's a pedophile for 5-6 years but this is the first time we've clashed over it. I guess because I was making a move for his "woman child". Just joking. I never guess anything.

After sitting alone all night as the Fifth Wheel, rather than go home I insert myself between my pedophile friend and the sexy Woman Child and ask her point blank "Tell me, is my pedophile friend trying to have sex with you? Because I want to."

She tells me he tried to fuck her, and when she said no, he got to trying to get her pants off and what not, pretty aggressively. She wanted to go home.

Allegedly. It makes sense because who wouldn't want to aggressively rip her panties off you know what I mean?

That's why it's important NEVER to give in to our human urges. To fuck unfuckable Women Children. So human. So naughty.

That was the end of it for me.

All I needed was something to fight another man over a Young Lady. Proof? I had all the proof I needed. he'd been a pedophile for 5-6 years. Now I'm gonna act damn you. What reason could the child victim of sexual molestation have to lie there?

That was it for me. All the reason I needed for violence. It was enough to do what I had been steaming about all night, cut out of the action. Designated driver. Hero of 'attempted' suicides, multiple. Upstanding moral guardian. Raising young ladies right. Women Children, no open drinking in the vehicle okay? Let us get drunk and be pedophiles in a more stationary setting.

But always missing out.

I wasn't MAD at this point, I was a bit annoyed, carl was 23-24 and quite frankly I kind of knew he had a reputation for fucking just about anything,

Four year olds. Dead beavers. Rusty cans. He's a real dirt-bag. I've been his friend for a long time without feeling the need to judge.

Judge not, until you want to fuck the sinner's children. Then kill them. So you can fuck their children.

but this girl was drunk, and the stories weren't adding up.

That was it, for me. She was in no state to make a sober decision about which one of us she WANTED to fuck. Had she'd have been sober, if only we never stopped driving, she would have chosen me. I'm sure of it. I feel it deep down in my heart.

The whole thing wasn't worth my time or emotion

As opposed to important things, not-pedophilia / rape of a drugged minor we had drugged, related. Which are worth my time, and emotion. Because I only invest those valuable things, intelligently.

, I knew in the back of my mind he had probably already fucked her at some point, and might again in the future, just kind of how things rolled in that microcosm of humanity I knew.

All my friends are pedophile creeps. I enjoy pointing out how all men want to fuck children based on my and my friends' shared pedophilia. Sorry, our preference for Women Children who look like Women over Women who look like Women.

I find carl in between my car and his dads apt and he says to me "so you told her to get out or what?"

WRONG THING TO SAY TO ME

I would die before I would be able to tell you what the RIGHT thing to say to me there. I was hankering for some violence.

I don't cock block, that's for sure

Pedophiles always knew they had a friend in me.

, but I am no damned patsy to taking advantage of a young drunk girl

The Young girls I take advantage of are Young Ladies. They're not as drunk, which means they are more likely to want to sleep with me.

It's a damn shame how they're always drunk.

, I drove her there and if I left her there anything that happened would be on my head

Justification for violent raping and murdering by filthy Christian sub-animals for almost 2000 years and counting.

, so him saying that…it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

If I say erection in a sentence here, that would be too easy do you think? oh shucks. Too late. Or too early. .

I was mad.

You could have been fooled into thinking I was mad.

"Carl, bro, she's 15, if I leave her here, what are you REALLY going to do? Be honest with me.."

Asking imbecilic questions since the age of 3.

He shrugs his shoulder and drops the last words I ever heard him say "I mean, what do you expect me to do? I'll call you later when I'm done if you want, she should still be drunk by then"

Be honest, now. Too honest.

Why wouldn't you just lie to me and give me an excuse to just KNOW that you're lying and then that could be the reason why I violently take out my sexual frustration and greed at a potential victim opportunity making me cr-cr-crazy horny.

I doubt he ever knew or at least remembered what hit him. HIs dad actually heard the hit and came out, went right back inside. That's how bad it was.

I'm just that insane. He never saw my insanity coming. It's how we Christians have been winning since the B.C.

I am not a violent person, but I have some deeply rooted seething rage and fury I keep bottled up inside for whatever reason

Comes in handy when I covet my friend's child, time for Sexy. But first, deeply rooted seething rage and fury I keep bottled up inside for an unspecified reason.

, and pity the man who feels it's force when I lose control.

Here I admit I'm clinically insane.

But I'm not CRAZY, okay!!

Carl moved to florida right after, never heard much after.

His other option was to kill me. Or I'd just keep hitting him. You know how sociopathic violent SEXUAL urges go.

Took the girl home, and said nothing about carl

Would have put a real bee in my bonnet. On top of her saying nothing the entire drive to me.

, she said thank you and then thank you again, and that's the last I ever saw her.

Thank you for not raping me.

THANK YOU FOR DRIVING ME HOME IN ONE PIECE.

Poor girl, such relief so obviously gratitude. Misinterpreted by Christian sociopaths since the B.C.

Quite frankly, in a similar situation I might not have lost my cool

I don't think in terms of Sane or Insane, I think in terms of Keeping my Insanity in Check. When I fail, I lose my cool. Hard to look cool when I lose my cool, but that filthy creep had it coming. He wanted to fuck MY girl child, didn't he?

, but when I thought about the girl in my car, I saw a girl I fell for

MY girl. Anyone else who touches her is a CREEP who'd better watch themselves around my PROPERTY. MINE MINE MINE. ME ME ME.

She's only a Young Lady. She needs me to protect her from Creeps. She doesn't get to Choose. She's a child, imbecile.

, and i don't know, I could only compare it to protecting one's sister, if that makes sense.

I violently assault guys who want to fuck her, too.

I don't want to fuck her, what's your fucking problem - everyone knows that's WRONG. Unless in some situations like in the Bible over and over, but it's IMMORAL and it's WRONG.

And that's why you don't do these NAUGHTY things.

Of course everyone WANTS to do them. Why else would they be against the rules, otherwise?

(Strange as I am an only child, but whatever)

But I imagine if I had a sister, I would want NO ONE ever touching her. EVER. Like Tony Montana's sister. Who needed Tony's protection from creeps. I protect everybody. NO OF COURSE THEY DON'T SOLICIT MY INSANITY. It's just what I do. Keep them virgins for life.

You know, maybe...one day, they might WANT to...if I do my job right and keep them pure. Who knows. Sex with me might be their best bet, for sex. It'll be a no-brainer, in 30-40 years.

I felt protective for this child

Because I'm a Christian pedophile with a hard-on. Who doesn't wait for solicitation before deciding THAT IS IT FOR ME. NO ONE IS GOING TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO FUCK THIS CHILD BUT ME.

, I would never allow anyone to harm her, not even a longtime acquaintance that I thought was a good friend.

When I FEEL 'protective' which happens when I want to fuck Sexy Women Children, who are sexy because they look like Women, who are not Sexy...whoa Christian Dizzy...then no one is allowed to harm her except me. But I never would, of course.

I never lose my cool. I never lose my temper. I can control my HUMAN URGES around the child victim I have PROTECTED from everybody with violence and murderous rage.

No one is allowed to harm her but me, because I trust myself not to. No pedophilia, NOT EVEN FOR LONGTIME ACQUAINTANCES, not when I FEEL 'protective'.

If I don't feel protective, LONGTIME ACQUAINTANCES are allowed to harm her. The difference is ME. That's the key to whether you're allowed to harm children as a stranger, as a longtime acquaintance, as a friend or whether I go insane with violent murderous rage and say NO. Only I can be trusted not to harm her, now. I make the decisions. Not her. No one but me.

The key is ME ME ME.

For scuter to instanlty label me a sick pervert and go to great lengths to prove as much

The things he did.

The lengths.

The length and breadth he toiled to PROVE a FACT I now have to counter with denials and more PROVING. We're talking almost as long as his wang and very nearly as thick.

Wait. Now I've confused myself, I mean, ME. Never mind. Dates smates. She's probably not nearly as funny as Scuter is imagining, anyway. Very cute though. But I'm only into Women Children. She's 19. Ewww.

Too much of a Woman, for me.

, it hurt me a great deal, and I will leave things at that. We are not so different, yet living in completely different worlds, that's the truth.

Why would he PROVE such a MEAN thing? It really hurt me. Please, put yourself in my position for a moment? How would it feel - emotionally - for you to have the Obvious PROVED? Hurt, right? I found it very offensive, personally. But I can only speak for ME.

I will leave things at that, because I cannot UN-PROVE something can I? I refuse to take the bait, he will have to find someone else to parody.

We are very similar though, he's one of the most implausibly but provably ridiculous Winners that ever lived. I'm one of the most implausibly but provably wrecked of all Train Wrecks.

We're basically alike. I feel like we should be. We're just living in different worlds. But whatever he can do, I can do. TRUST ME. I'm just not good with Women. Not good with Women Children, either. But that's going to be very unlucky for a Woman Child, one day. Who will pay for the disrespect of the children who came and went before her, who shouldn't have been allowed to CHOOSE. not to fuck me.

They're children. That's why they don't get to choose.

My name is Mike and Scooter is an imbecile. Please - FEEL - this with me, too.

[Statutory Ape]

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[SkyNigger]

I would never allow anyone to harm her, not even a longtime acquaintance that I thought was a good friend.

Not even?

[SkyNigger]

collating.


I just remembered I am supposed to be writing a brilliant story about Thailand. If I only had a...literary technique.

The OT's horror is the communication to vassals to get on the Winning Team, STAT.

HATE HATE KILL MURDER RAPE DESTROY SCREAM FIRE HATE

Then they turn to vassals and say "Hey guys which team yall on?"

Vassals fucking effectively crashed the planet in their reckless rushing to the Insane side of the spacecraft. They know God is insane. He's mysterious. But they're on His team. And together, they will obliterate you. hahah.

It's domestic terrorism campaigns. Much like 9/11 and every campaign every state has run, since Westphalia. Vassals respond to fear in predictable fashion. They follow ManU, don't they?

The Thai media were too terrified to report on it, but the WikiLeaks Cables paint the story pretty good. For a year prior to the May riots, the Red Shirts had been running riot through the Red Shirt heartland, which needed more heart. Cue destruction, beatings, insanity - mob violence on anyone or anything who even said "We need to do something about this. This is insanity."

They'd burn your house in front of you and throw you inside it if you had a problem with their opinion. They'd rape, viciously beat, kill a few here and there. But mostly they just burned, because fire...

Fire is cool. Vassals want to be on the Side of Fire. That's a Winning Team.

And I opened up my window on 18 May 2010 and I gasped. Fucking vassals. Universal amnesty. Troops assigned to protect them from angry reprisals from the fellow Thais they'd ruined and bankrupted. Bus companies commandeered to transport them all home in luxury.

Nah. They had a job to do. Snivelling little beasts. Fire is so fucking cool.

I opened the window believing it was over, but no. Bangkok was in flames.
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I do not love women.

I do not love anyone, because love is the definition of evil. I would never love anyone, because why would I want to drag someone away from their own best interests?

Love is what religious filthy scum do, when they've lost their sense of self. They need to feed on life.

Love is for leeches, who need to possess. Control. Own. KILL.

Love is what filthy vermin lower than animals do, when they lose what tiny minds they had. They suck the life out of everything and everyone who allows them to drag them away from Humanity (from which a human, who is interconnected to other humans, derives the will to live) and, because leeches are evil - and religious - they do NOT share their victims with anyone.

They kill those they love, in private. In isolation. They don't want anyone else having fun with their property. Their property is for THEIR - exclusive - 'use'.

They use up humans.

They suck the life out of them.

Then they discard the rotting carcass because they have no use for it. But they won't be honest. They don't want to hurt a carcass's feelings. They will say something like this, to dead carcasses that they have killed:

"It's not you. It's me."

[SkyNigger]

http://i.imgur.com/Zhjs3l.jpg

[SkyNigger]

{incomplete - in progress, need to save because fucking Google Docs. DO NO EVIL? They just do no Good, which is kinda Evil really - if you THINK about it}

http://asiapacific.anu.edu.au/newmandala/2012/05/22/why-the-compromise-game/

Thai politicians are prone to moral-hazard conduct whenever the party leader does not keep a weather eye on his members.As opposed to their conduct when he does?
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Andrew Spooner's view that the relationship between TS and RS is one of partnership rather than patronage is interesting; I can only hope he's right but then he steers clear of the only relevant issue present in all these wasteful discussions about patronage. Whenever the patronage system comes up, the discussion tends to miss the mass of the forest for the single distracting tree.

There is only one way the patronage system can 'work'; and it has nothing to do with the patron/s and everything to do with the humans being treated as if they were dumber than most children. I'm not patronising them; that's what their 'patrons' have done from the moment they're impressionable. The end result is human grownups who are about as emotionally bright as toddlers; encouraged to breed and raise human children. And round and round we go.

There's only one way to stop this merry-go-round and it isn't going to be arrested acting as if it's an issue of which patron would patronise them more democratically. It doesn't matter which figurehead is presently being represented to them as the apex atop the Pyramid of Fear; what matters is that these images are capable of being imprinted onto their minds. What does an identity's capacity to manipulate the masses matter? It will always be new master, same as the old until everyone stops obsessing about the masters rather than focusing on the only stumbling block to liberty, equality & fraternity. It's not the masters that give the people their power, is it? Reading what some of you have to say, you could be forgiven for thinking Thaksin gave the people their power. Fine lot of socialists you are.

Pretty sure the power of people should come from the people. You can hijack it from the people by rendering them into nothing more than tragic clones liable to imprint onto whatever terrifying image of fear you burn into their conscious memories. But this is not democratic. I don't mean to patronise you, but then you started it. *sticks tongue out*

We need to make the people into people again. I don't know which democracy was the last but I have a sinking feeling there has never been such a thing; and I am pretty sure there isn't a democratic democracy on the face of the planet. We need to get back to the theory, rather than attempt to piece together the abortions in practice. Self-determination is supposed to be a system where individuals determine for themselves who will best represent their interests. If you think Thaksin (or any patron) has the best interests of the masses at the blunt end of their Patronage Pyramid in mind; you should sell that cartoon to Disney and stay out of politics because in this world of corrupted paternal and maternal instincts, parents hobble their children to prevent them from escaping. They clip the wings of their little slaves because they are terrified that if they don't, their dependents might just wake up one day and fly (away from them).

And the 'beneficiaries' of a patronage system are kept dumber than most cats. Because the patron needs them more than they never really needed those that imposed themselves onto them with their psychotic army of vassals behind them and said "All these lands and vassals are now mine. Anyone got a problem with that?"

Would you have a problem with that?

They probably should have had a problem with that, looking back on the horror since Westphalia; but the ones that did were butchered and pieces of their raped and hacked bodies were displayed as warning signs to vassals who might have imagined they could have a problem with a sociopath who imagines he's a 'sovereign' because the Holy Roman Emperor was too brilliant for everyone and the Emperor took bought the entire world just by giving it away to bloodthirsty Christian sociopaths who were invited to sign the Peace of Westphalia not because they were peace-loving men.

They were maniacal butchers. They were there because they were the most maniacal and the bloodiest butchers in Europe. Oh you talk smack now about how you're more maniacal and more blood-thirsty but I dunno. This wasn't talking smack. You could take your maniacal and blood thirst into that game (Europe, at war) and your mettle would be tested. If you came through the fire, you would know you're the rest deal. Capable of convincing more vassals to butcher and kill and rape and die for you than any other sociopath that could. And if you were the real deal, you'd have been at Westphalia as the Sweet Catholic Emperor gave the entire world away to the worst 'kind' of humans. Like I said, he was brilliant.

I didn't say he was bright.

He gave the most illegitimate beasts the legitimacy the Church has only ever been able to generate by killing, raping, allowing to get killed and raped, slaughtering and sending to die in wars of attrition, Catholic marbles. When I post on a Catholic forum that the Catholic Pope is killing Catholics by the tens of millions in Africa and I show them proof, I'm censored because that is offensive to the Catholic faith. If that's true, I don't want to offend him until just after he kills you.

I'm petty like that.

No one needs a vassal overlord waltzing in one day and declaring from that they would be patronising you from then on. Humans don't need patrons, unless they're a special kind of vassal. A house-trained vassal, loyal to their imprinted patron, selling out their race.

I'm not talking about selling out Thais. I mean, selling out Humanity. New Mandala, enemy of the people. Provable, of course. They're so nauseously patronising when it comes to Thailand's Red Shirts.

The Red Shirts are comprised of mostly innocent men, women and children who have been taken advantage of since birth, and they'll never realise it because they are victims of an emotional abortion that screamed around 5000 years ago and an entire race of docile fatalistic slaves were turned into hungry sociopathic WINNERS and they won and won and won because no one could see their insanity coming. That was their edge.

Religion's edge has always been: "We will HORRIFY you."
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My first ever attempt at ranting via dialogue. It's not great.


"We're more psychotic than you are. But we also have God on our side. Mostly, we just have the element of insane surprise. You will never see our insanity coming. We horrify. It's how we win hearts and minds. And any we don't win, we slaughter and kill and hate and burn and destroy and we're a real force to be reckoned with. We'll just kill anybody, man or boy, defenceless women, girls who have been defiled by men already but the women children who are still virgins we tend to..."

"What have these humans done to deserve such genocidal slaughtering?"

"Well they turned against our LORD. He's pretty JEALOUS. You will have no other gods before him."

"What will happen if we want to Choose to practice Freedom of Religion?"

"That is your choice. But if you choose any god but our JEALOUS LORD, we will kill you and rape your shit."

"That doesn't seem fair."

"Life isn't fair. You should see my neighbor's smoking wife. And his ass. Her ass. His donkey. I can't just sit around coveting that ass all day; it's against the Commandments. But it sure gets me in the mood for some nookie, if you know what I mean." *wink wink*

"I don't. Almost certain I don't want to."

"We are the Chosen People, okay? We fight for the JEALOUS LORD. Our Captain is Moses. When Moses went missing, we did what our new Captain ordered us to do because we do whatever we are told to do and we do not think for ourselves. Although I would imagine that if you were reading this story 5000 years from now, everyone would just ignore the horrifying elements of the story. Like the fact that before you got the Ten Commandments, you got the Ten Commandments."

"What are you babbling about?"

"Uncommon Law. Writing legislation. Telling people how to feel emotions if their parents are Toddler children who don't think for themselves and haven't ever spent much time contemplating on why God would legislate against FEELING certain ways."

"Ah I think I know what you're getting at but what is all this about 20 Commandments. Are 10 missing and out there somewhere?"

"No they just got written twice, is all. But it's important why they got written twice. You see, we are the Chosen People who came up out of Egypt blah blah and it's been heavily dramatised for readability because obviously Prince Moses was a misogynistic child-killer and baby-rapist and he weren't no Charlton Heston, let's just get that straight right there. But being slaves we were kinda useless when it came to thinking for ourselves so Moses did all our thinking for us. We weren't entirely sure we even wanted to GO but Moses was all like 'LET MY PEOPLE GO' and we didn't hold an election or nothing but when Moses yelled 'JUMP' you said 'How high?'"

"Why?"

"Because he wants you to jump."

"Why would you just jump when someone told you to jump? Don't you control your jumping tendencies? When he tells you to jump, why don't you just do what I would do and I'd be all like 'Nigger please. Who you telling to jump. You ain't my mother' - bitches be crazy telling me what to do."

"Yeah. I wouldn't ever do that. You would make me your bitch. Your Momma sounds like a lot like mine. I propose a toast. 'To Mommas: For their courage to breed.'"

"Hear hear."

"But yeah, getting off Mommas and back onto Moses riding our ass all the way to Insanity. Look, you're pretty bad-ass and I wouldn't tell you want to do. But Moses, you know; that bitch be actually crazy for real. You say what you said just now to that dude? He'd just kill you."

"Unless I jumped?"

"Sometimes when you jumped as well. But jumping is the only way you're gonna have even a shot at living so yeah, unless you jumped. Oh Moses would never kill you of course, some other farcical chain of events would occur and no one would ask questions cause Ain't None of My Business but the next day you'd be dead and it would be clear that the JEALOUS LORD had done you in for. Moses would have tried to save you. Beg the LORD for mercy on your behalf. Then he kill you cold. Yeah, sure. The LORD. Whatever. You'd be a dead nigger. That's my point. So don't get all like moralistic and shit on the Chosen People and what they did. We did a lot of fucked up demented shit but we didn't get to choose; that's the irony later hijacked by Orwell. As if he was the first guy to think "You know what, I should make Yes mean No and No mean Yes and speak in riddles and confuse everyone with my reverse psychology and become really famous for a book no one would be allowed to read if it was titled 2024'."

"Moses made girls play demented games with demented pre-rapists?"

"That he did. Moses changed all the logic. Do you know what he changed it to?"

"Illogical?"

"He changed it to now. Nothing's changed since Moses started writing laws to confuse children about how they're supposed to feel. They still do that. That's the point of Law by the way."

"What's the point of Law?"

"To create crime."

"Huh? That's illogical."

"You telling anyone who to make you an insane ball of violent rage what they need to do to make you an insane ball of violent rage...is illogical. Next time someone wants you to turn into one of those he only has to press your demented emotional button and....look at you go."

"How does the Law create crime? It's just a framework of rules which mostly tell you what you're not allowed to do or you'll be punished with this or that consequence. It's for deterrence."

"It's for the opposite of deterrence. But I'll return to deterrence when I punch you in your insulting face for suggesting that if it weren't for Laws I would just go around raping girls willy-nilly. Killing at random. Living large."

"Well not you, but some guys totally would love to do those things. The Law is for them, to deter them."

"No the Law is for them, to trick them into doing those things. How do you think they fell in love with the idea of living a life where they just rape all day and kill on a whim and kick up a stink and then wake up and do it all again?"

"They're insane obviously. That's why we have the Law to clean the streets of those guys. Put 'em away in Maximum Security. Keep the streets safe."

"Those insane evildoers. Are your streets safe?"

"Fuck no. There are pimps and hustlers and - you know - *black* people on every corner."

"Pimps want your business. You check out their product? Hustlers make no money in brawling. Just tell them to fuck off and mean it. The only way people get stitched up into awkward or uncomfortable situations with hustlers is by walking into their trap when they approach, politely. Not to be confused with politely approaching, which is an oxymoron cause fuck off. How dare you bother me. What are you selling. Fuck off. I don't want your fucking consideration. Go consider your failed life in a mirror you creepy sleaze. Don't be polite to them. It's what they're banking on. They set the tone of the conversation after approaching, and you're the reactionary party playing to their tune? You're gonna get hustled. You gotta take control back of the hijacked discussion. They hijacked it with their filthy insulting lies. They're sorry to bother you but...DON'T THEN. FUCK OFF. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CREEPS JUST FUCKING PANHANDLING GO FUCK OFF IN A CORNER WHERE IF I NEED WHAT YOUR SLINGING I CAN COME FIND YOU. FUCK OFF. You just cuss them away. It's not their business to mug you or you'd be mugged, already. They don't need to politely approach you to mug you, but if they did; you'd be a fool not to cuss them away before they could manage a first down. Hustlers always hustlin'. They're playing the game and the game is the game. It has rules. And the rules are: Don't play by the other guy's rules. If you play that game with hustlers, and you've been playing it your entire life without realising it, you will lose just like you've lost your entire life without realising it. I know how you get all protective of your mother's reputation but then I am not bagging her reputation, I'm admiring her game. She would have been a real hustler in her day, I can tell. She played the fuck out of you, didn't she?"

"I'll kill you for that later. But what about the niggers on the corners?"

"What niggers? You didn't mention any niggers! Niggers are fucking dangerous. What the fuck. Why you forget to mention the fucking niggers? How can you forget to mention niggers?"

"I didn't forget. I told you there be niggers on every corner."

"No, you said black people."

"Yeah like I said. Niggers."

"No. Gosh. This is awkward. How can I explain this. You're going to have to concentrate really hard. A nigger is a slave who believes what the master tells them. A nigger will defend the plantation when a slave army attacks. A nigger will kill niggers, and generic slaves who ain't no nigger but niggers are too stupid to distinguish between niggers and a slave. They all look the same to a nigger."

"The way black people all look the same?"

"Correct. Niggers think black people all look the same. But not to people, they don't. To people, they look like people. Niggers look like niggers. They're easy to tell apart."

"How, if they all look the same to me?"

"I didn't say it would be easy for you to tell them apart. I said the opposite. Niggers are too stupid to distinguish between niggers and slaves."

"I'm confused."

"A nigger falls for the master's tricks, okay?"

"I'm following."

"We're all slaves."

"But..."

"We're ALL slaves.There is no such thing as FREEDOM. It's a fallacy that is only ever important to those who do not have freedom. They will get emotional about cliches like Land of the Free. And Government of the People, for the People, by the People."

"Like the USA."

"Yes. The US runs a very tight plantation of tightly controlled slaves. Freedom will almost always be hugely important to those who live in chains."

"You're saying Americans are niggers?"

"No. I'm saying we're all slaves. But if you dressed up in a hot pink leather skinny body-fitted outfit and cut a patch out of the pant seat and then walked around telling anyone that looked at you strangely that you're a slave to the music; sooner or later you'd get killed or badly beaten."

"Because you'd be a faggot nigger."

"What? No. The people who killed you or bashed you would be niggers. And almost certainly, niggers in the closet."

"How can they be gay? They hate faggots."

"They homophobic yes. That's why they're almost certainly gay."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Incorrect. It's not logical. It makes perfect sense. You can't get those two confused in this world of illogically common sense. Would you kill a gay man for being gay?"

"Not unless he tried to rape me."

"Not even if he was a slave to the music?"

"Not unless he was trying to make me his musical slave."

"You seem almost sane on this issue. So unless they do something to you, you're cool with them."

"Well I don't know about that, but maybe they're not cool with me so I figure it breaks even and best we don't kill each other over it."

"That's a good compromise. But the thing about homophobes is that they are prepared to viciously beat and kill."

"I guess they just hate gays a lot."

"In their minds, the gays have it coming to them. You and the homophobes are a great deal alike. You only kill for the same reason."

"What have gays done to them?"

"Be gay."

"But how can that...oh. I don't kill gays because I'm not gay. The gays haven't done anything to me. They kill gays because gay men do something to them just by being gay. They're gay! Homophobes are gay!"

"Not all of them. Some are just really terrified they might be. I know one homophobe who hated fags so much it was lucky really that he survived 8 years without killing one or having a serious altercation."

"But he wasn't gay?"

"Not even close. Woke up one day and laughed. He wasn't gay. He's got lots of gay friends now. He's often mistaken for being gay, by girls who are suspicious but they can't explain why if pressed. Just a gut feeling, they'll say."

"How can you have a gut feeling, without being able to say 'Cause you walk like a poof' or 'Because you're so fastidious' or 'Cause I saw you fucking my boyfriend last night' - fucking girls and their opinions."

"Hah, but yeah. It's pretty obvious really. You'll get accused of being gay by girls who have every reason to suspect as much. After all, you're not into them. They know something is suspicious about you."

"I think I get that you were the homophobic eight year guy. What snapped you out of it after eight years of imagining you might be gay?"

"The same thing that would snap every homophobic guy out of their misery, if only they were honest enough to have that much courage to know you'll accept the answer - no matter what it is. You can't do this test if you're still going to be in the closet afterwards, you'll just deny the result and hate on fags more. But what I did eight year too late for sanity was I looked at this big athletic attractive man, and I imagined myself fucking him."

"No homo?"

"It was very homosexual, in my imagination. But no, I laughed because I wasn't gay."

"You must have been pretty psyched about that."

"Mostly relieved. Some people live in that denial of misery for their entire lives. Had I done that test 8 years prior..."

"If you tested yourself positive to The Gay, what would you have done?"

"Probably have sex with the only guy I've ever checked out. He was very black. And very gay. He very nearly made me his nigger."

"He caught you checking him out?"

"Obviously. And worse, I was blushing so hard, and being such a perfectly little closeted queer - or it would have seemed so - about it, he really got determined. Had his heart set on the thing. Chased me around the club all night."

"Why'd you stay?"

"For the same reason girls don't leave when you hassle the shit out of them. They're into someone or they know they're going to be. And because it was kinda funny. I was pretty funny. If a big black gay man who's very attractive wants to make you his sweet thing, there's a lot of comedy you can work with. These girls would be on floor thinking I was just talking shit then around the corner this black gym junkie or athlete - clearly on heat, head scanning, breathing heavily, frustrated - and they'd be babbling trying to warn me. They'd have to hide me and save my life - my chastity and virtue all but depended on it. Girls got to be the White Knight for a change, so that was a pretty fun night."

"Sounds like he was your nigger."

"Well yeah. I don't play the tease anymore. I dabbled in it for awhile but girls are fucking insane to do that shit. It very nearly got me raped but to be fair, I was a spectacular tease. Fluff Night, Family Nightclub on Sunday nights in the Brisbane's Valley. I made a lot of fags lose their mind. We lived right above those clubs, so I'd make snap decisions to go out and I could be about to sleep to drugged and on the dance floor without my shirt on within like 120 seconds. So many fags lost their minds because I got so fucking good at it, because it's a lot of fun. I know why girls do it. I know why they're insane to do it. I did it for awhile. I don't do it anymore. I got a little too good for anyone's good. Shit almost got me raped. I was only doing it because I had low self-esteem if that's not inherently obvious."

"Every girl wanting to be desired has low self-esteem?"

"Everyone has low self-esteem. Like I said, we're all slaves."

"What about people who love themselves?"

"Well 5 billion narcissists are invariably going to produce some overt ones."

"5 billion narcissists love themselves?"

"No 5 billion narcissists are mentally ill and incapable of accurately relating to other humans because they are really only capable of understanding the world as it relates to them. You could be buying a ticket to Montreal, and they'll say 'I've never been to Canada'. You could be like, 'Do you want to go?' They'll be like, 'Nah'. You're like, 'Good chatting' and you'll be off but they won't let you. They've been to London. Have you been to London. You have. If you think you're thinking you have something in common to talk about now, have no fear. They are incapable of thinking in those terms. They have not been to Canada. They have been to the UK. They'll be thinking where else have I been. You can be like 'This is fascinating but nice meeting you and I really have to go' and they will hear you but it will not register because they don't have to go anywhere. So you'll be walking away as they're going 'I've been to Australia. You been to Australia?' You're from Australia. They're excited. Their eyes light up. You're hating yourself for being so stupid as to be honest without thinking. Your mind is telling your legs to run as they approach excitedly, chasing after you oblivious to the fact that you said you had to go and were - you know - going. They'll stop you, they absolutely have to ask you. Tell me, they say excitedly, do you know Darryl? You think you've heard them correctly but you don't know how to respond so you say 'Sorry?' Darryl! Do you know Darryl? You're like...'I don't think so hey. How would we know each other?' You're both Australian obviously. 'I don't know him, sorry hey.' They'll be disappointed but it's not your fault. No need to apologise. You can't know everyone can you? You can't not know everyone either. And that's the uncomfortable truth."

"I don't get the whole Darryl thing; is he an Australian celebrity or something? I think you left out part of the story."

"No, I have lived that story 30 times or so. I didn't leave anything out. But yes, Darryl is an Australian celebrity in the mind of the gentleman in Singapore who can only relate to Australia via the guy he met named Daryl. For him Daryl would be the most important person in the country; if only out of Darryl and me - I didn't give him my name. He'll never thinks about us, but if he meets a third Australian, he will know two. Darryl and...well he's really only friends with Darryl. I didn't become friends with his insanity."

"I still don't get it."

"Darryl is the most important person in Australia not because Darryl is important but because he's friends with the guy who can only think in terms of ME ME ME."

"Don't we kind of all do that?"

"To an extent. What is knowledge but what we've been able to attain peering through our various shaded tints of rose or beer-colored glasses. We're a product of our own experiences. But narcissistic personality disorder is a corruption of the sanity that exists in every human brain at birth (barring the humans that really shouldn't have been born and I think if you're the type to go in for all that feel-good bullshit where humans who want to be PC cover the world in their pain; then we should neuter you along with the handicapped baby because what? You think a Downs Syndrome child should grow up and find a wife and settle down and raise children?"

"Yeah I dunno about all that shit. I don't like it how they flaunt them in your face and they're like adorable little toddlers mentally but they're not adorable little toddlers. They're like 22 or something. Trying to make their way in the world and it's horrifying."

"Narcissists."

"Sufferers of Downs Syndrome?"

"No you moron. They're just downies. The narcissists give birth to downies. Downies are rarely narcissistic. They're forced to be endlessly considerate. Bump into one and he or she will know it's her fault. You'll blush because it was yours, but you can't convince them of that. They'll be so annoyed with themselves because of course it's their fault. You're perfect. You're healthy. You don't make mistakes. They're making stupid mistakes all the time. They're not perfect. They've..."

"Are you crying?"

"I just want to guillotine narcissists. I don't think that makes me a bad person."
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"I know what you're saying. You're saying it's not their fault they're black."

"No, I'm saying they prefer to be black because Laws tell you what you can and cannot do."

"Yes...?"
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"No one's going to think Christians are just sweet and stupid."

"I dunno. It's such a cunning strategy for the Toddler market. All the marks are pretty gullible and stupid. And if you're sane, you'll never see a Christian's insanity coming."



Oh you would know when Moses killed you for questioning him Well, the LORD will kill you whenever Moses got angry. We were stupid slaves, but we're not imbeciles. We still have our pride."

r but it's all there in the Golden Ram we fell on our faces and worshiped because Moses was dead. His JEALOUS LORD dead with him. We asked Aaron what the heck we should do. Aaron said 'Quick! Give me all your gold' and so we did. Then Aaron made a Ram which looked like it might be gold and said 'Voila. New god." Fell on our faces and started worshiping the Ram. And Moses came down from the mountains with the first piece of legislation written on some tablets in his arms and you know, he was a sociopath so of course he got a little emotional about it. And you have rebelled against your LORD.

"But we've never heard of these gods."

#realising it. They need to realise it. We need to tell them, because there is the insanity of the ammat ) / humanity (the one where humans aren't - quite - so horrifyingly inhumane).

Everyone wants to talk about the <i>individuals</i> involved. But they will only ever be as important as the endless deference shown to them by those who ignite and control the chatter about individuals whilst explicably failing to appreciate the paradox they're sustaining with their endless re-imaging of the illusionary Pyramid (with that focal point of its apex) onto the minds of the imprinted masses.

The only way to perpetuate the feudal system (along with all its crimes against humanity) is to endlessly draw focus to that 'figurehead';
* the '<b>sovereign</b>' ordained by God, legitimised by the Law as proclaimed by the Treaty of Westphalia & further legitimised by Right of Birth / Heritage to rule over his nation-state's vassals;
* the <b>master</b> ordained by God, legitimised by the Law as proclaimed by the US Constitution in addition to federal & state & district & county laws & further legitimised by Right of Birth / Heritage to rule over his plantation's slaves;
* or the <b>icon</b> ordained by Enlightened Buddhist monks, legitimised by the Laws which are curiously <i>routinely</i> abrogated [ostensibly to contain the '<i>threat</i>' the icon represents] & further legitimised by Right of Birth / Heritage to represent the proletariat's struggle for independence & self-determination .

I love Aung San Suu Kyi but surely you all realise the iconic element of the myth of her personality is a terrifying but brilliant illusion primarily fabricated and endlessly sustained by the Burmese junta? She is guiltless of course, kept oblivious under house arrest for decades but why? It should be obvious; she was worth more to the junta alive than dead. By harnessing the nation's hopes and dreams into a single iconic personality (the daughter of an icon), the junta was able to trick the masses into forgetting that they didn't <i>need</i> DASSK to free themselves.

It's an issue of paternalism gone horribly awry, having been corrupted. The corruption is reflected in every family unit where mothers corrupt their young because they Love having lost their sense of self as a result of thousands of years of imbecilic Toddler men who believed it was crafty to shoot themselves in the face by taking 'advantage' of women oblivious to fundamental biological realities of birth and early childhood. Moses (you may remember him from such memorable imagery as LET MY PEOPLE GO 'ↄ⃝'., The Seven Plagues of EgyptⓀ, The Parting of the Red Sea, All Rites Reversed) wrote the raw source code for exploitation of humans and, believing it was protected by almost-universal illiteracy, he didn't bother to copyright what became the open source default strategy to emotionally manipulate & exploit the human race.

It was not the Greeks or the Romans, but rather an Egyptian prince who had lost the illusion of his birthright to rule over slaves; who then needed his Chosen People like no human would ever need a patron to emotionally manipulate them with terrorism campaigns of fear, exploit them mercilessly, abuse them with horrifying vindictive cruelty, killing them with impunity for the 'crime' of questioning the need for the hardship or complaining about their suffering & pain; no one needs to be led into a 10-day desert crossing which took 40 years of abuse, misery and during which time, "many of the people of Israel died" - it was Moses who realised that to exploit all he had to do was <b>Divide & Conquer</b>. Divide humans, pit them against themselves, keep them stupid and ignorant and miserable and confused and afraid; and you can trick them into handing you complete control of their minds, handing you the power to rule over them.

But of course, Moses was very very ill. Mentally unwell. Tortured and embittered. Sociopathic, and ludicrously insane. It bears thinking about the purpose of the Game of Life, before one snatches at the means to cheat. What makes humans believe they can break the rules (as dictated instinctually by your DNA screaming sanity at you), imagining that rules of nature can be exploited? How insane would you have to be to imagine you can take 'advantage' of loopholes in a game which isn't competitive? It's not a zero-sum game. There are no shortcuts to beat out everyone else in the race towards Happiness. There might be worse ways to pursue Happiness than trying to take 'advantage' of humans, but it's hard to imagine there could be.

Together we can profit. You cannot profit by imagining it's profitable to exploit disparities in humanity. You will always be bigger than some, smaller than others; stronger than some, weaker than others; smarter than some, dumber than others; wiser in respect to some, naive in respect to others; quicker than some, slower than others. You would have to be imbecilic to imagine you wanted to exploit or take advantage of women who are responsible for the early emotional development of - <b>all</b> - of humanity. Exploit humans and you become the dumbest of all slaves. Imagine that you can climb over the top of those who cannot see your insanity coming, and you will be nothing more than the Master's loyal dog. Scraps from the table, in exchange for selling out the plantation's shot at freeing themselves.

You'll be nothing but a house-trained nigger who takes pride in polishing his chains; blushing bright pink at a pat on your head from a Master who is grateful that he has such a loyal bitch. He doesn't respect you, he doesn't care for niggers like you. He hates because he's in pain. He is vicious because he's insane. He's in misery because he doesn't understand how to have fun. You can't have fun enslaving humans and drilling them into the dust so that they never realise freedom is but a book or two away. You can't be happy killing your own species in order to hoard more toys. You cannot exclude your own best interests, imagining you're being crafty by being so selective about who you will permit to trade with you. You cannot LORD your insanity over humans and win a damn thing in return. There is no value in terrorising humans into imagining they need your protection. There is no value in poisoning human children with 'sweet' fantasy that makes everyone face-plant into the gravel of a Reality that has way too real to be anything but horrifying. You cannot make addicts out of humans, in order to force them to rely on your poisons. You cannot hobble your children, to prevent them from running away. You cannot clip their wings, terrified that they'll soar above you. You cannot dull the light in their eyes, or snuff out the fire that burns inside; afraid that they will outshine you. You cannot stomp humans down in order to appear to be above them. You cannot make those who trust you believe they are inferior, in order to convince them that you are superior. You cannot lie to those you love, for their interests. You cannot lie to yourself, to further your own interests. You cannot lie for diplomacy. It's not polite to deceive. There is no such thing as white lies; that's what Toddlers who are too stupid to be plausible imagine when they've been the victims of malicious emotional abuse. If you are so corrupted that you think words can hurt your feelings; if you disintegrate into an emotional rage when you're unable to make the logical case for why you want to do something or why you want someone else to do something for you; if you get so frustrated sometimes you could just scream, or so frightened at times you cannot even scream; if you lose your mind in the intoxicating blur of Love's embrace, caught up in the moment that makes you forget that your life is a very long string of moments stacked one after each other line dominoes, if you live each day as if you'll die tomorrow you will spend a lot of tomorrows wishing you died the previous day.

If you love the feeling of someone being dependent on you, but don't have the capacity to afford yourself the luxury of feeling that way, indefinitely; then you need to STOP everything you're doing. You need to STOP feeling everything you're feeling. You need to STOP believing everything you've been told; and everything - that is, every.single.thing. you believe - has been told to you by someone who crouched down at your level (probably after ensuring you'd never rise above your 'station'), dropped down to the lowest common denominator (all of humanity is pretty much there) and surreptitiously made you believe what they imagined was in their best interests for you to believe. You wouldn't even recognise it happening, but you can bet your laffy taffy that if you believed you were getting an inside scoop or were being given some exclusive information only available to a lucky few, if you were led to believe that you had somehow gotten the inside track on others just like you; then I have some really - <b>GOOD</b> - news for you.

It will only seem <b>bad</b> to the traumatised victims of pain so brutal, that they imagine that Truth could be painful. Truth is never painful. It only ever seems that way to victims who've been lied to for their entire lives, taken advantage of by everyone who they trusted to look out for them, made to suffer maliciously for their 'crime' of being the victim of disparities that places every human being in an theoretically exploitable state. But what kind of demented Toddler game theory are you playing, imagining that you can take 'advantage' of disparities in order to - feel - good.

Would you take candy from a baby? How about sexual 'favours'? Would you rape a baby imagining you're beating the Game? You need to STOP feeling everything you have ever felt. And you need to start from scratch, and work through it all again. You need to show your working, not because someone wants you to but because you will be insane if you act on impulse without understanding why you do the impulsive things you do.

Why do you feel so strongly about
[list everything you can imagine feeling about here]? More importantly, why don't you feel strongly about the things you're apathetic about? Why do you prefer one thing to another? How can you be sure you made intelligent choices when you weren't in a position to choose from a list of exhaustive options? What kind of choice are you choosing when someone places their two options in front of you and says "It's democratic to choose, so choose."

How do you know they're not just insulting you, if all you know is that people who make you hurt are trying to rudely offend you? If you are capable of feeling 'offence', you are guaranteed to be the victim of malicious exploitation and emotional abuse.

It's how exploitation works. It's the patronage system. It's called slavery. It's called manipulation. It's called deception. They create the Demand in you for what they want to Supply to you. Its the oldest racket in the book, but crime never got organised so much as crime has always been whomever tricked you into thinking you needed someone to protect you from your own best interests. Humans are just like you. It doesn't matter what language they speak, or what culture enslaves them; almost every human is fundamentally similar in horrifyingly tragic ways.

We all get afraid. The insane exploit that by terrorising us with irrational fears that make perfect - terrifying - sense to victims of domestic terrorism who have been made so afraid, they lose their tiny minds and snap! We throw ourselves headfirst into exploitation forgetting that before we'll let anyone protect us, first we have to let them terrify us. Before we'll let anyone minister to our existential terror, first we have to let them make us terrified of the Unknown. Before we'll let anyone betray us, first we have to let them trick us into thinking someone without malicious intent would ever want us to trust them.

Before we let someone drag us away from the humanity from which humans - who are all interconnected to each other, in ways so much more practical than you'll ever be allowed to imagine in theory - are inspired to build, create, discover, learn, solve, invent, assemble and imagine; first we have to be separated from the herd which protects us from the slithering bottom-feeders who have had the life sucked out of them until only the rotting carcass remained; former humans who were born with a brilliant and awe-inspiring glow of life burning so furiously that - at times - paternal care is needed to prevent that burning desire from stretching limits, pushing boundaries, or testing laws of nature in ways likely to be unforgiving.

Parents, having created life, have only one remaining purpose; in so much as that child's existence is concerned. Parents who create life should only have one final task to complete, and it should encompass everything until it is completed; at which point, the parents cease to exist as paternal and maternal influences. Parents in a sane would die the day they have ensured that their child has been given the capacity to exist on his or her own. Only parents die. The humans who had been taken on that responsibility return to being themselves; humans, belonging to an interconnected humanity to whom they hand over responsibility for the human life they created and cared for as if the life belonged to billions of others and not as if the human life was their own.

You cannot own human property. Your children are not yours. They belong to a humanity to which we all individually belong to. Humanity owns us, we are indelibly marked by our shared DNA. We're coded to be sane. We're coded to think logically. We're coded to feel intelligently. Our shared empathy is our branding that has marked us as the property of the human race; but we don't listen to our DNA scream at us in fury and terror as we turn our eyes away in shame and fear, look down at our feet pretending we cannot see what is happening right in front of us - all over the world - we pretend we have an impossibly important phone call, we pretend to be engrossed in grass growing or paint drying, we daydream or we pretend to be asleep.

You fucking Toddlers. WAKE UP. It's not shrewd to pretend to be oblivious to the horror and insanity. You need to STOP feeling the imbecilic things you feel and you need to start THINKING again. You might think you were thinking, but you weren't thinking right if you were feeling shitty. Why would you pretend not to notice when a human is being victimised at the hands of an insane person who imagines they're crafty taking advantage of disparity? Are you responsible for the insanity? No. Can you do anything to prevent it, without making yourself a moronic victim of 'heroic' insanity? If yes, then do it. If no, then what do you have to feel shitty about. Your emotions have been poisoned by religious insanity that would assert that your DNA (which is as pure as any human's code has ever been) is 'cowardly', 'selfish', 'disloyal', 'traitorous', 'treasonous', 'ungrateful', 'unappreciative', 'irrational', and more. It is none of those things.

Do not FIGHT in slave wars pitting tortured humans against tortured humans, in order to make them fight and kill and hate and fear and rape and destroy and DIE - you will DIE - like the dog you are if you allow yourself to be betrayed by those you were stupid to trust because they said:

"You need to trust us."

Trust anyone who says that, and you are too stupid to call yourself a human. You have become someone's dog. And you will be kept mean, prodded with sharp sticks, jabbed and slapped and kept hungry and vicious and afraid and ready to kill any dog they place in front of you. And sometimes, an innocent human you mistake for a dog in your demented emotional insanity.

"What did you say about my mother? Do you want to die?"

I'd rather just kill you; but if you're so stupid you cannot realise that you're the victim of emotional abuse, than understand how predictable someone has made you. Predictability is the definition of exploitability. When they want to fight, all they have to do is pretty your demented button.

And watch the robots scream in pain. And, more than a little blood.

Oh I know princess. You were just trying to be brave for mommy, who loved her little Sailor Man and told him to be ever-so-brave all the time. If she was a competent mother, she'd have shown you to be sane all the time. If you're brave when there is no reason to be brave, you will make those around you bristle with awkwardness because what the fuck is your problem? Why are you on edge.

exist to guide and steer and reign in their children (if required) until children can intelligently adjudicate risk v reward. Children can be fearless but this is an illusion of being unaware of consequence until they're taught that their actions will have consequences and, over time, children who are properly educated by their parents

or someone else should do what you imagine you want to do into thinking words can hurt your feeling, you in the rules of the game. codes to means to an end. First he got his Chosen People to believe it was crafty to exploit women, then he wrote legislation to enshrine his unnecessary role as the Chosen's paternal care-giver & protector in legal & moral 'legitimacy'. He wrote a law to emotionally corrupt Toddler parents into thinking 'honour' could be more important to them than their children's happiness. And knowing what he was doing to them was going to make them miserable, he wrote a law to suggest (nudge, nudge) that they might want to think about wistfully longing for their neighbour's things (house, ox, donkey, slaves, wife, "or anything that belongs to thy neighbour"), but under no circumstances were they to merely sit there and harmlessly covet.

If only that's where the story ended, without any Commandments for or against rape or sexual slavery. If only. But having divided men and women by making the former believe it was in their interests to take '<b>advantage</b>' over the latter by virtue of logical fallacies as moronic as <b>Might Is Right</b> (when Might believes it is right by virtue of its might alone, it is almost always provably wrong; logically, might is only ever needed when you cannot make the right argument, Right need only make a compelling case); Moses then suggested their misery might be the fact that they didn't possess things from which others were deriving utility. Having tricked them into shooting themselves in the feet by convincing them to misappropriate what DNA code assigned for the protection of those who would never have seen the vicious insanity coming (women & children) - the stupidity of believing it's intelligent to take '<b>advantage</b>' of disparities in size & physical strength / stamina is idiocy way beyond insanity - the Chosen People were understandably miserable. In misery, they looked to their patron to give them pain relief and via the power of suggestion, he infected them with Greed, Envy, Avarice & Hatred.

Exploited beyond the point which distinguishes humans from beasts, in pain and fear and anguish, they looked up to their patron to save them & he said, "Yes. But first you have to do something for me."

Stick & carrot.

"These cities and societies and humans all around you have forsaken the LORD." (they'd never even heard of Moses or his sociopathic image of an emotionally-insane, vindictive, psychotic, terrifying LORD; still capable of love of course, but you'd want to be on his good side, that's for sure. Whatever you do don't question him or complain [that's a quick way to get slaughtered]; just stay in his good books and don't lose favour in the eyes of the LORD. Here are a few hundred pages outlining how to stay in the LORD's favor, cue misogynistic hate, edicts outlining how to abuse the defenceless who don't do what you want them to do, page after page of evil depravity, threat after threat outlining all the psychotic things that will happen to you and to your descendants [heritage] in order to punish their iniquity in being born long after you're dead, thousands of warnings against potential 'wrongs' - hundreds of horrifyingly-insane and explicitly-detailed specific wrongs [don't do them, okay!] which carry the implicit suggestion that they might be worth considering if you're sick of the LORD and his morally-bankrupt & emotionally-corrupting Laws, entire chapters detailing in excruciating detail how to sew the hems of a priest's tunic or how to ensure your best chance of appeasing the LORD with the sweet savour of your blood or wave offering, nothing until Numbers 31:18 about a Commandment the JEALOUS LORD forgot to include.

Commandment 11: THOU SHALT NOT RAPE.)

<b>Stick:</b> "KILL these humans for me, for they have forsaken their LORD. Avenge your LORD by killing these humans just like you, who will get slaughtered for refusing to do what I instructed." (Connect the dots to the 'subtle' threat later obfuscated by the <b>Golden Rule for Exploitation</b>; Kill or be killed.)

<b>Carrot:</b> "Once you kill them, everything they POSSESS will be yours. All you have to do is avenge your LORD, so it's kill or be killed basically. Advantage over humans, or be taken advantage of. Do unto others before they do unto you."

Though it took a lot more time to beat and kill and scream out the last vestiges of their humanity (they kept infuriating Moses / the LORD by showing mercy to defenceless women and children and Moses would scream in sociopathic frustration until they slaughtered everyone he ordered them to murder), the Chosen People were finally imprinted with the image of Moses' imagined god.

from made his Chosen People miserable in order to snap them out of their docility and oblivious apathy, and apathy and oblivion (who, for thousands of years, have never represented even half of the victims of religion's misogynistic hatred; the exploitation of women is the exploitation of humanity and the fact that so many academics believe that feminism is primarily a consideration of females is horrifying but the clue - if one is looking for clues - to the entire religious con parents have lost their sense of self and we're talking about the horrors of Love (where humans who have lost their sense of self lose their minds in imagined terror at the prospect of imagining they independence v dependence, information v brainwashing, education v retardation and Truth v lies. , and paternalism corrupted by religion's exacerbated

-- etc)to prevent or a emotionally-manipulated in order to wield and abuse as human marbles to 'advance' political aims. It doesn't matter a twig who's on top of the apex; what matters is the sustained, malicious, conspiratorial <i>retarding</i> of the key traits that distinguish humans from controllable beasts, driven by impulse. cannot claim any legitimate clue myself beyond noting some of the tell-tale signs of imprinting in the fealty of some vassals I spoke with (namely, the supreme totality of the blind love they possessed for Thaksin; contrasted with their utter disinterest in actual ideology [remind me again what that was supposed to be; peaceful civil disobedience? democratic ideals?]; they cared not a trig for socialistic or democratic tenets such as the power of committee, the need for consensus, etc). Obviously the RS movement is incredibly more nuanced on the fringes; but of course I'm talking about the ability to make policy & wield power by putting boots on the ground.

I desperately hope Spooner is right, but I suspect otherwise. But I guess we'll find out very shortly?
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I've always thought the fundamental problem with the patronage system is the unavoidably grotesque degree of patronising required to maliciously facilitate ongoing control. Human beings are not beasts. It is against our nature to live in servitude. Imprinting can be managed only on humans who have been maliciously drilled into the lowest common denominator from birth; i.e. filthy patronising insults. "Mind the gap!"

But imprinting weakens over time, even when continually propped up with insulting patronising paternal rhetoric. Memories (where the imprint resides) fade. This is why Thaksin needs to get back, and soon. He's racing against the clock for control of the imprint-able, who are currently imprinted to him but not for long. Jutaporn and Nuttawut's elevation to the Cabinet is to segregate them from the imprint-able; before they get any big ideas. Thaksin doesn't have all the time in the world, as some ludicrously dull assessments have asserted; he is running a frantic race against time.

The time when it's <b>Thaksin who?</b>

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Writing dialogue is a bitch. Writing dialogue that sounds like dialogue might prove impossible. I wonder if anyone's ever done it successfully.

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To be moderated. Freedom of speech, but you're only free to tell the same lies as me. The Truth is moderated. Come on. This is the 21st century of Catholic exploitation. I bet you thought you were going forward. It could appear that way to a moron too dumb for their smart phone.

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Everything in this thread has to go in the story I hope someone writes one day.

And in the End, Love Destroyed the Heavens & the Earth.

You remember how your mother used to tell you to be brave? You should stick with me, Little Sailor Man. You'll get a lot sharper than you managed with her.

What do you mean, why?

Well, I suppose that's a fair question. Let me see...

BECAUSE I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU DULLARD.

That's why. Your mother loved you, and so she clipped those baby wings. Awwh. Be brave Princess. It's what the filthiest creeps in the world tell their children on the most terrifying day of their lives. The creeps' lives. No their children aren't frightened, a chance to get away from that smothering five-year lack of choice? A chance to play with kids their own age? What kid wouldn't want that? They'll catch up with Mom later. Whenever. What do they care, she's not going anywhere. You see?

Do you understand why the creeps are more culpable than humanity would like to believe? They're terrified. And yet, they're not as horrible as it seems, at first furious blush. They can hardly be blamed. I watched their faces without even fucking realising or having a clue I was going to see what I was going to see; I was just bored. Then I was horrified. Just like that.

I was watching as mothers dropped their children off at school. A very special day. An especially important day, for the filthy creeps.

I wasn't remotely interested but I had nothing to read. I just didn't want to be a father, so I came along. It was that or stay in their home alone and somehow when she asked me if I'd be okay whilst she dropped her daughter off at school, suddenly I wasn't okay with minding their home. "When you leave, I leave"; was the gist of it. She understood, I think.

But then she had more important things to do. She was two hours late to wake up for a pretty important day. I know this because the alarm that woke me up was meant for her. I turned it off. And then spent the next 90 minutes talking to a pretty cool kid who was telling me some pretty scandalous things about her mother, and I had this stinking feeling I knew who was - really - to blame.

The kid had nailed it. Her mother was dropping the ball.

Why the fuck would it be my problem? I knew what I needed to do. I needed to get the fuck out of the equation, cause we were fucking up this kid and I literally didn't know she even had a daughter. We'd only been sleeping together for months. At her place. She never hid anything from me. I live in my own little bubble world. Until, pop.

This little kid was pretty fucking cool, I only met her once though. And she was indignant, but confused. And so I never saw her mother again, after that day. But not because I didn't want to, something...more like the opposite. It makes sense. I probably just can't write. But anyway, all that there is just my explanation to the non-existent police officer who didn't ask me why I was sitting alone in a car looking at 5 year old children being dropped off on their first day of school. The answer to the question is, because I didn't want to be a father. You happy now? Don't even want to tell you this story anymore. May I continue, Officer?

As I was saying...I was sitting in the car, bored out of my mind; unsure of how long this process of tears and everything was supposed to take. I was vaguely aware this was all very standard but I hadn't ever really given a fucking thought to it, cause - I don't have kids. And I was kind of day-dreaming, bored out of my mind having already made up my mind whilst talking to her daughter that they wouldn't need to mind me, I'd be out of their lives for good very shortly. So I had nothing pressing to think about. Restless, I started watching the rather extraordinary proceedings.

So much emotion. The air was drenched in it. I didn't understand. I thought this should be a day of celebration. Mothers were going about this all wrong, I decided. The way a moron thinks governments are going about the educational system wrong. Oh it's wrong. But then 'wrong' and 'right' are rules for you. Not them. They're not forming think-tanks and action committees and focus groups to address issues like "How can we improve the 7th year curriculum" or anything like that. They might have those groups working on the exact opposite, in all reality. If you are confused, you no longer have an excuse.

I was confused watching this mother cry as she dropped her son off, but she wouldn't let go. It was tragic. Also, it was strange. Her son kind of seemed totally fine. But her? It was embarrassing. She was bawling like a toddler. She was out of control. What a mess. I laughed. It was funny.

I was laughing. She kept telling him how brave she wanted him to be and he was like "yeah okay" and itching to go and play but she couldn't let him go. I thought, "he should be telling her to be brave, this is farcical" when my sneer was ripped off my face and I saw something horrifying and I wanted to scream but I didn't know - what - I was watching. I knew it was Evil, but it just kind of happened quick as a flash.

I must of looked like a crackpot, I was looking around frantically, finding no one, looking for someone else to confirm they saw it too. I knew what I saw. I saw something very very Evil. And I couldn't possibly mistake it. This woman had played a very twisted trick on her kid. How was I going to tell the police? Who would I tell, if I don't? Do I tell nobody, just pretend I didn't see it. This is what I wanted to do. But someone needs to be told. The kid's father? Ugh. Scratched that one even whilst I was thinking it.

But I was so horrified, my mind was spinning. She was telling him to be brave over and over, and sobbing and he was kind of - he didn't really know what was going on but he was fine. A-OK. I'd swear to it, but not on a Bible. Because I knew what I saw. I don't need the Bible clouding shit up. This mother wouldn't let up. She just kept on and on and it was ridiculous. But she knew something no one else knew. I certainly didn't see it coming. She knew her son, or she knew some dark motherly secrets maybe they exchange in whatever coven they meet to plot the misery of their children's entire lives. Or maybe it's far more innocuous, and they're all just filthy creeps who need their children more than their children need them. I don't know these things. But they knew something I wasn't capable of imagining on my own. This was a dark, dark trick she played. I didn't dare scream. Somehow, I don't know how but she just knew...it was only a matter of time before he cracked.

And in front of my eyes, this kid cracked. He started getting terrified. His eyes started darting around and his lip started quivering and just when it looked like he might burst into tears, his mother shot up to her feet and just walked away. The timing was unmistakable. I watched a five year old child get played, brilliantly. Oh she could have left him at any time in the last 5-10 minutes and he'd have been fine but no! Oh my god. I was horrified. I knew I was watching something very Evil and I had no idea what to do.

So I just watched and stared at this tiny kid, who was now all alone and not remotely okay anymore. The transformation was...magical. He was so terrified he thought he was going to DIE. He was screaming in terror, looking around just wanted to go home but his mother knew better and - just when she finally got him worried - crack! She brutally smashed him into the ground, shattering him. Then she was off, without looking back, heading for her car to leave. It was all so simple. I couldn't speak, my head was just swiveling side to side as if I was watching a creepy tennis match. Which had just turned on a dime.

I didn't think it could get any more horrifying and then my world went white, with rage. Another mother and this mother - I have no idea if they knew each other - locked eyes for a brief moment as they got into their respective cars. Only for a moment, before both mothers' eyes shot to the ground and my hands shot to my mouth to stifle a scream. The mother of the little boy, who she never - once - dared look back at, spun out and past me and I turned to face her in horror / bravery and get a load of Evil, post Evil. I was trying to be brave, I don't mind saying. Only half-succeeding. She wasn't looking at parked vehicles. She wasn't crying. She was looking at her fucking Blackberry, with a smile on her filthy fucking dial and suddenly I'm trying to punch her through the window which won't open, trying to get my seatbelt off and it's stuck and the door is locked and I'm banging on the window yelling out swear words and threats as she accelerated rapidly into the distance oblivious to her son, standing there, screaming. And the mother I was sleeping with is like "whoa. What the fuck" and I spin around and I'm like "omg this happened and this happened and then this happened and that happened and..." And then I was done.

I was hyperventilating.

And she just shook her head, and slowly got back into the car without saying anything. She was very calm. I was staring at her, stupidly. She realised this, and looked at me, and said "So?" And then she turned the ignition, and reversed out onto the street.

So? So...the world had gone mad. "So..." I thought to myself, never once imagining I could - or would - end up reacting in the way I did. This is the reaction, fast-forward four years. "So..." I yelled, suddenly certain that what I had seen had, in fact, been a horrible crime. "So where is the police station? Someone needs to be told about this. That was a crime. It has to be. It's child abuse!"

She looked at me as if I was technically right but completely missing the forest for the trees. Actually, my inability to realise I was in a forest of horror allowed me to see the tree that was indicative of the forest which has already started to burn. But I didn't realise every mother needed to die until very recently. Back then, I just needed to save that little kid from what I was powerless to see coming, and felt somehow responsible for because what had been done to him was done literally in front of my eyes whilst I smirked at his pathetic mother - who wasn't as 'pathetic', as I had assumed. Or maybe more pathetic. So hard to know, these days.

It had all happened RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. In mere moments, that kid's life was ruined. And she fucking - knew - it. That was pure Evil, right there. I knew I'd never see something that was as clinically Evil as what I'd just seen when the mother I was sleeping with said, "You really want me to take you to the police? What are you going to tell them?" I wasn't sure, exactly. What I'd seen, I guess. I said nothing.

She continued, holding her hand up to punch out the headline blocks, "You think tomorrow's papers are going to read, Breaking News, Mother loves Son?"

And I looked at her in horror, she was an imbecile! Maybe I explained it badly. She just didn't understand. I was about to snarl something about THAT not being Love when I stopped. And thought, actually...! THAT is - exactly - what Love is. Suddenly, what I had seen wasn't so Evil. Well, it was. But it was Evil that had to be done for Love. I understood. I know Love. At least, I am vaguely familiar with it. At the time, I was in Love with another girl who I knew I'd never see or speak with again. And the things I was prepared to do, rolling back through time...to roll back the clocks on reality; well, they were simply horrifying. But you know, Love. It's insane.

Suddenly everything made a kind of twisted, horrible sense. I groaned. "She loves him!" I explained to the mother, who'd just explained it to me. She looked at me with a kind of expression that was like "What did you think? That she was just having fun fucking with him?" - she didn't say it so much as flashed it, in disbelief. And I said "Yes." And she looked at me, with maybe the only appropriately patronising look of my life.

That's literally what I had assumed. But this new version made a lot more 'sense'.

And so, I never told anyone. I sat sullen, staring out the window liking this girl a lot more than when I asked to be dropped at a police station, but a lot less than the moments before I met her kid early that morning. I only met the kid once. Top kid. I'd been ruining her life for months without even realising she existed. Her mother had never mentioned her. Somewhat uncomfortably, I wondered whether I could have been interested at all if she had. Probably not. It's never going to be a great opener, "Hi. I'm a single mother."

It's not going to be a plus, not in Birdies where I met her. There's a lot of pretty children there. Which is why I was there. And I'd gone home with the mother of one of the coolest kids alive, but then had I known she was home alone...did I want to go home to your broken puzzle, where I am confusingly shaped like the missing piece? Hmm...

It's not going to be a plus. So was it ethical for her simply to never mention it? Who gives a fuck. It was understandable, and wrong. So yes and no. I had to move on. If telling the truth to me is not going to be a plus, my rudimentary understanding of mathematics seemed to suggest that I was a big fat minus. But I already knew that. So I can understand why she didn't. Still...I had no interest in ruining the lives of 5 year olds.

I didn't like her mother - that - much. You know?

And that's when it all became very clear to me, and I got slightly angry but there was no point in getting angry. At her or me. We were ruining a child's life, and how could I be so blind? Her mother hid nothing from me, and I saw nothing. How peculiar. It's unlike me to miss everything. I think I understood what that meant. I was getting sick of that kind of shit, which had been happening a lot around that time. 1.5 adults ruining the life of a tiny child, for what...? Late night phone calls. We weren't even together. She was my "Sunday Girl" available 24/7 and I fucking knew - I knew - it was too perfect an 'arrangement' to even make sense. But I don't recall trying to make sense of it. Until it all made sense.

As she dropped me off, I turned and somewhat casually confirmed she was on the same page. I don't do bullshit like "let them down gently", fucking intentional awkwardness to signal incoming 'bad' news, I'm not going to delicately phrase and eww. It's fucking insulting and impossibly creepy.

"You know I'm not going to call you again, right?"

She nodded curtly. She knew.

Simple. I turned around, then realised something and quickly turned back.

"Look you know it wasn't the kid. She was fucking cool. You know you got a cool kid, right?"

She nodded, more slowly this time; but she wouldn't turn to look at me. She knew.

Who hides that kid, was what I was thinking, kinda furious but I wasn't sure at who, or what, exactly. I turned to go, then quickly turned back, just...frustrated, more than anything.

"Her mother though. And me though. That kid I met deserves better than us. And from what little I know about what you know a lot about, I know that kid must of had better than us until...until...whenever it was, you need to make it all go back to the way it was. You need to turn the clocks back."

I was desperate. I almost said "please". It seemed incredibly important to me that she reverse time. She turned to look at me and she was crying. I was about to cry so I turned away for good. I heard her start to say something but she didn't. At the door, I had a moment of genius and spun around to warn her, "If I ever call you, or text you like I have been, I'm not going to tell you what to do but if you don't immediately hang up the phone, I'll never forgive you."

She nodded. I was relieved. Kinda chuffed with myself for taking out insurance. I hate the alternative. I'm familiar with the alternative. I had no intention of calling her but I knew me. At some point, sooner or later, tomorrow or in a year, when I couldn't bear to look forward I knew I would be looking back.

"What did you tell your daughter as you dropped her off?"

Her face lit up as she called out, "Be a good girl and maybe I'll come pick you up, if you're lucky. Then I kicked her in her bee-hind and she ran off with a laugh." Her face was glowing. She knew she was a fucking brilliant Mother. I suddenly wanted to run back and jump into the car and say absolutely nothing and she would just drive us home. But I'd never forgive myself, so I didn't. I was pretty fucked up, at the time. Which was, roughly, any time under the age of 29 when things were explained to me, for the first time.

I don't know who explained things to her, but she knew what she was doing. And I knew I needed to get the fuck out of their equation. She hadn't been a mother since she met me. I understood. Her kid told me, in desperation and confusion, "Mommy is always asleep!"

I bit my lip. Not always kid. But kids are so 'selfish' like that.

I almost called her so many times. But I had zero intention of being insane. I didn't think she'd actually do what I told her to do. That was mostly just pathetic insurance for me. Offloading responsibility. It's the next best thing to being responsible.

And sure enough, months down the line, I was destroyed and maybe dying at the end of a 14 hr acid trip, and with a grimace in response to my own accusing accusations like "Keeping that dignity?"...I scrolled to her name and I wasn't sure what I wanted her to do or say but I knew I was going to hate myself no matter what. I knew that.

Acid is really fucked up like that, at the end - in any case. I wouldn't care, if the gamble was lose / lose. I was probably kind of attracted to that sort of gamble in that sort of position. Acid is just...too much. Of everything. Way way way too much. Also possible, is that I was over-dosing. But blaming the government for your problems is passe.

I was - feeling - way too much, and I was suffering. I wanted her to bring me back to neutral. It made perfect sense, in my mind. The only stumbling-block appeared to be my dignity. Undeterred, I vaulted the lowered bar without even feeling a pang of deterrence. Uh oh. I'd been in that position before.

She picked up, and I gathered she was asleep. She said something unintelligible that might have been "hey" or "hello", through a doona or pillow. I wouldn't have known what the time was. I wouldn't have cared. I wanted her, and I'd deal with disappointing her daughter and her...in the future. I.e. not now. I swallowed and with difficultly, said "Hey."

Long pause, and then a soft click.

Sanity. I closed my eyes, and felt sleep drag me down.
Though I'm not entirely sure why, I was smiling. And for at least a few moments, I didn't hate myself at all.
_________

[Hillbilly Jim]

I wasn’t even supposed to be in that filthy hole. I'd followed a mate inside and instantly wanted to be inside someone else. Anyone. Everyone. When I decided to stay in her butthole, I would keep thinking of this infected place with horror. I’m not even going to talk about the horror or I’ll flip. We penetrated, I started ranting, and we walked out.

-fin

[Statutory Ape]

grapes just trying to bang a 15 year old to recapture his youth you guys, this has been going on for centuries nothing wrong with it

I actually missed the direct inference here, mostly because of the age. 15 seemed a borderline number thrown out there to induce me to agree with it, which infuriated me to no end. here I thought gare was my buddy, and then posts this sly stuff trying to trick me. i had it wrong, because I missed what he meant, and no I didn't try to bang any 15 year olds, christina was 19 and I had to be 24 or so, I want to say it was 2004 when i drove to sd (will check a receipt I have at home for the year but I am pretty sure it's 2004). I am really surprised no one else figured this out. Bob never misses stuff like that, weird, probably bad luck on me as always.

[gay sex]

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPES

[Hillbilly Jim]

get real gay sex ol grapes knows the age of consent laws by heart
kid aint fucking around with no 15 year olds in america

[rum dick]

Until the day you offer me a reality that is happier and offers more life than my Christian faith does I will keep doing as I am thank you very much for your unwanted unsolicited advice JV.

Isn't this how you met Edwina?

Subtract apes post add a shopping cart and some red wine. Oh and a talking "The Tick" action figure.

[SkyNigger]

here I thought gare was my buddy, and then posts this sly stuff trying to trick me. i had it wrong, because I missed what he meant.

http://i.imgur.com/CNWFU.jpg

[Hillbilly Jim]

It was empty. She’d eaten everything. I was in awe. I hardly ate much, if at all; but I couldn’t fathom how that much food could fit into a child that tiny
im pretty sure this part is code

[SkyNigger]

{incomplete - in progress, need to save because fucking Google Docs. DO NO EVIL? They just do no Good, which is kinda Evil really - if you THINK about it}

I'm going to give you something to think about; if we assume you retained that capacity in your post-childhood traumatised state.

RwDMcTULDsM

Something I am utterly hopeless at is choosing between the best of multiple untenable options. In some situations, I can display a degree of pragmatism that blows me away, down the line (in both directions, in relation to shame).

Google started out as a "horrified start-up"; I literally believe this to be True. "Do No Evil" only became a marketing mantra when Evil's exploitation of Humanity made humans so demented, you can forget about doing Good when it comes to commerce. You literally cannot be competitive unless you Do Evil, and it's not Power that exploits the human race but rather the human race refusing to permit Power to get in the way of their symbiotic relationship with those they never realise are exploiting them and with those they imagine they're craftily exploiting (who never realise they're being exploited, because they're too busy trying to fuck children or play emotional games of degradation on those they admire/resent, love/hate, respect/resent, abuse/defend etc).

The human race has been reduced to screaming imbeciles who are all so miserable, they'll kill you if they imagine there's a chance your death will make them feel good; it's correct, to a degree, to point out that passionate crime is out of the control of the emotionally confused (i.e. insane), but emotions are a bit like alcohol. What were you doing drinking poison in the first place?

You're out of control but that's the lie you tell yourself in order to keep shooting yourself in the face. Your primary issue is one of incapacity to process events outside your limited frame of reference. You live in the moment, imagining you're James Dean without ever considering, thinking, understanding or even feeling whether it's advisable to live in such an exploitable and maniacal fashion.

http://i.imgur.com/vVSVwl.jpg
Planking the Devil. Motive? What did the Devil ever do to you but try to talk sanity into the homicidal killer who wants to kill you to prove points to no one in particular?

What did the Devil do to deserve such a negative smear campaign? Why do you refer to him as if he should be a concept imbeciles like Hanse Cronje should blame for his Christian sociopathic aversion to Truth and preference for deceit? The Vatican attribute noble acts of heroism to the fictional character as if he should be blamed for....what? Telling you the Truth?

http://i.imgur.com/MTNGd.png

You're all very confused. I'm clearing that up for you. The only difficulty I face is your certainty that you are sane. I beg to differ.

I defy you to name one thing the Devil has ever done to hurt you. When you realise how logic was changed into illogical, you could very well start worshiping the Devil. It's what you already do, without realising it; you just butcher whatever you do so it's no surprise you've made a dog's breakfast out of being "naughty" and "Selfish" and "rebellious" and "shrewd" and "calculating". You cannot read and you cannot do maths, so where do you get off imagining you can do logic?

I'll do it for you. But if you trust me, I'll kill you.

Trust me, you're not fooling anyone with your little tricks. You're only getting burned and telling your Self that it's a small price to pay for fooling the entire world. But here's the thing; no one else cares about anybody but their own shrewd fooling of everyone who doesn't care about anybody but their own shrewd fooling of everyone who doesn't care about anybody...but taking advantage of children.

That's what Prisoner's dilemma boils down to. No one can win, so everyone just bombs out imagining they're playing optimally whilst sneering and ridiculing children (and me) for being so 'pathetic' in using words like "Humanity" or phrases like "There is only One Race" or "United humans will stand, Divided sociopaths will fall".

There is a strange sensation where the insane (who imagine they're not only sane but crafty), ridicule you for imagining a world of Selfish optimal Pursuit of Happiness.

Utopia is about as sentimental as Sanity. Only the insane cannot understand "Selfishness", as it pertains to the Self-serving Interests not one of you is capable of pursuing intelligently. So the emotional degraded sociopaths who think in terms of one (1) sneer at those who think in terms of ~7,000,000,000,000 (the only way to think, when it comes to considerations of exploiting human value, optimally). First you have make humans valuable before you can derive value from their use. I would like to advantage from having 7 billion valuable options to choose from. Your demented insanity precludes my capacity to advantage from having one (1) tenable option. The insane have no value; only the insane imagine otherwise.

If you need more 'assistance' with logic this transparent and simple, go exploit Mike/MoM/Jason for 'value' and let me know how much advantage there is in his remaining alive.

I think I've made my point; the fact that it will be lost on each of you is really irrelevant. This imbecile on The Last Psychiatrist (http://www.thelastpsychiatrist.com) tried to advise me on how to be 'persuasive' when I was ranting against the propensity of the emotionally insane to use force or coercion (emotional manipulation, etc) to 'persuade'. He imagined he was being patronising by smirking at my perceived 'stupidity'. This guy was sneering at me and telling me how I needed to "connect" with those I wished to convince of my point of view.

My point of view? If you're an imbecile, what he was 'advising' me to do was emotionally manipulate others into imagining I was worth exploiting.

You can't actually persuade Toddlers to change their views. They already know everything, so all you can do is slowly get them to swerve away from what they believe is worth subscribing to, in order to get them to subscribe to you. You're not going to do that by using logic to persuade. The only way you can 'persuade' the emotionally insane is by lying to them about what they already believe in (lies), and slowly - ever slowly - moving the goalposts of those lies over to your deceitful representation of 'truth'. You can do it quickly, if they Trust you.

But no one wastes their time trusting anyone these days so much as dividing their time between attempting to get others to trust them and screaming bloody murder when their 'trust' has been taken advantage of (whilst they were trying to take advantage, and got their stupid faces owned by their own imagined shrewd). If you're not a child, playing games extolling the virtues of "trust" is literally the only way your 'trust' can be abused.

You have to want to believe in Fantasy to get your face owned by Reality. Why would you want to believe in Fantasy, in Reality; if you were not mixed up in games of sociopathic shrewd? You can prove this to yourself (and the 'best' sociopaths would need to) as easily as appreciating that your asserted exploitability isn't really exploited. You'd just like the world to imagine you're as dumb as you assert and that you haven't learned the lessons of your last exploitation (a long time ago). You're as bright as you assert. Only the especially stupid assert that they're not.

I'm brighter than all of you. I'm not making a point, I actually am. If you imagine I'm asserting it, you're a fool. Reading probably hurts your brain too. The difference between an assertion and fact will always be found in the accompanying proof. I'm brighter than you even if you're more intelligent than I am, and this is the proof. If you were brighter, I'd be hearing this irrefutably flawless logic from you. The irony is that there won't be anyone capable of countering the logic, which means I cannot win. Anyone capable of logic will win when they bring logic to a battle against me, because with logic you win when you win and you win when you lose. I understand you all prefer to play a different kind of game.

When you assert without proof, you are lying even when you imagine you are telling the truth. The lie is implied. You cannot lie to me. I know of only one person in the world who can.

That person is not you because I don't trust you. The only people I would ever trust would be those who would be horrified at my trusting them, and continually exasperated at my lazy aversion to cross-checking their transparency for errors. Anyone who doesn't do that is untrustworthy; they're either too stupid to be trusted with anything or they're too malicious to be trusted with anything but a shallow grave. You must not tolerate their endless attempts to assert that those who do not trust them are "paranoid" or "mentally unstable" or "cynical" or somehow "screwed up" or "anal" or have "screws loose".

Assertions without supporting proof are lies. So are opinions which are not justified, when they are tendered. It doesn't matter if they are correct or not; I know the Truth. Those tricks only work on children, and children obsessed with being "normal" rather than being "correct". It took me decades before I finally accepted that I was a freak; impossibly conflicted, of course - I wanted to be well-liked but I didn't want to do what was required to be liked by fools with minds so minuscule they'd get offended.

If you helpfully correct them imagining they made an unembarrassing error (which could only get embarrassing if everyone lied to them by remaining silent as they grew increasingly certain of its inherent 'truth', over time), they become very - very - rude. They get offended. I wasn't a fool. I just wasn't insane enough not to be perceived as 'naive'.

I spent my life slack-jawed gaping at those who imagine errors can be embarrassing. It took me forever to realise they had no interest in being correct, or even in how they were perceived. All they cared about is how people reacted to their insanity. Try to explain to them that people are ridiculing them whilst encouraging them to shoot themselves in their foot, and you will not be considered "friend material". I'm very social because I bore the crap out of myself; but forcing me to lie to you? I had no wish to exploit. That wasn't cool.

Of course, I lied. Everyone is emotionally insane. I was an idiot, I was afraid of living a hermit existence so I told myself it was harmless; I convinced myself it was just my OCD that kept putting me in spots where there would be conflict. Of what value is an obsession with being "correct" rather than either "perceived to be correct" or "convincingly insulted by the pretence that I could be", if I was not valued by anyone and / or had no one to talk to?

Dammit. That's where literally everyone is pulled off the path of Sanity, and once you're off-road, you are lying to your Self if you imagine that once you lie to your Self (and whilst others can deceive you, no one but you has the capacity to lie to you), that you could even imagine you had the first damn clue how far you have drifted away from Truth and Sanity into Lies and Insanity. Deception is not the end of the world; because you can only be deceived if you made an intelligent decision based on evidence which was misrepresented in a fashion that would make the blanket rejection of that evidence more insane than the tentative acceptance of it's seeming validity (pending future review/s). There is no such thing as an absolute Truth. Anyone who asserts otherwise should be given the option to prove it, renounce or re-frame their idiotic lying to children as the fictional fantasy for which there is no absolute evidence for (and for which there is something very close to absolute evidence disproving), and if they refuse they must be Rested In Peace.

One lie and you're out of control. It takes one lie before you no longer have a grasp on what you perceive because everything is corrupted beyond your capacity to accurately perceive anything from the instant you lie to your Self. It is the "Original Lie". You can be deceived by anyone capable of presenting evidence in a manner that is convincing. You cannot be lied to by anyone except you. If you lie to yourself, everyone can deceive you. As always, the blame for all your unhappiness is on you.

Lies, damn lies and the perceived fraud of illusion masquerading as everything you see, hear, feel, sense, think, taste and process. One lie is all it takes and you could end up dead, or worse. I learned this irrefutable logical Truth reading about a very intelligent psychiatrist's controversial attempt to convince Jesus, Jesus and Jesus that they were not, in fact, all Jesus but rather three humans so entrenched in their perceived Reality they had become sane enough to want to escape it. They just chose the wrong route.

One lie is all it takes for the dominoes to start falling. The three versions of Jesus are dead; and the old psychiatrist who did such fine work is the only one that remains. He's very nearly dead but he should be put down. He's provably insane. He did great work but he didn't make any of the Jesus' delusions dissipate. And he caused the Jesus' constructs to take a beating which, in the end, was unsuccessful. In failing to save them, he actually placed them in a position where they could have saved themselves but they were incapable of wanting to be sane.

In the post-victorious guilt (at having progressed the cause of Humanity without putting the finishing touch on a ball that must be continually played up-field in a never ending game where the only thing that matters is the elimination of actual human suffering; which is almost exclusively caused by those who imagine emotional angst), the doctor did the most embarrassing thing. He became insane with the illness of his patients. In trying to cope with the imagined suffering he imagined he was powerful enough to have caused by his failing to do what he believed he could, he eventually concluded the world should learn a sobering lesson from his incapacity to unimagine the imagined pain and suffering of the emotionally deranged. And this is true.

The world should learn a lesson from his failing to save those who didn't want to save themselves. But it's not the lesson the doctor imagined. In his narcissistic suffering at his own imagined "mea culpa", the doctor decided that no one should attempt to heal the confused victims of religion.

They obviously should. But the doctor merely played the ball up-field. The deluded have to score the goal/s. The doctor had a clue but failed to develop it on account of his sadness at his imagining that he caused three poor deluded 'Messiahs' to suffer. Imagining that he was the most brilliant man alive, he rejected the notion that his failure to save those who could not save themselves wasn't a failure of his but rather of theirs, alone. He played the ball up-field but imagining that he had no right to disturb the mentally ill, he lost his mind and imagined that if he couldn't do it, no one else should ever try.

Nonsense.

The dominoes are emotions. Imagined ideas the public places into the minds of the susceptible. You will be susceptible if you have no sense of Self. One lie and your goose will be cooked. For me, as for nearly every emotionally insane former human on this planet, that lie took many forms but they were all the same lie, in essence. The domino that sent me reeling was my inability to value my Self in a world where almost no one has any value; everyone is insane, and the Answer that could save the world deals almost exclusively with the sense one has of Self and the rejection of those who would assert (idiotically) that they possess awareness of Truths that they absolutely should be Rested In Peace for asserting, when they lack the capacity to prove a damn thing.

Once you have Self, no one can lie to you. It's a question of whether you want to be lied to. Do you? Trust in others or remain Sane? Be Selfish or go insane? Care about public opinion and become worthless. Ignore public opinion and you will rediscover your value.

It's the difference between Insanity v Sanity. I flunked; as did the doctor imagining he was god when you wouldn't want to be God in the first place. Humans inch the cause of Humanity forward. God/s drill us back into the Dark Ages. The way they do this is by attacking our sense of Self. One lie and they win. They deceived a great many people but only you can lie to your Self.

Do that stupid shit and one domino will kill you. You'll be so far removed from Reality you might imagine that one (1) of the globe's ~7,300,000,000 human options for happiness no longer valuing you makes you worthless. You'd be right but you'd have the wrong one (1) to blame.

One lie is all it takes to kill you. You can kill whomever you set your mind to killing but the instant you lie to your Self, you're dead. From that point, you're just winding down the clock. But I have some Good News. I'm not the Messiah. I cannot save you.

I'm 100 x better than that fucking fool. But only you can save you.

My name is Jonny Vincent and Jesus Christ lied to you. He was a fucking nigger. The Truth is, I am the Resurrection and the Life. And so are you. He who believes in me will never live, even though they might not appear to die; but whoever does not die when they kill themselves with the Original Lie can be saved by rediscovering doubt and shunning beliefs. Anyone who learns how to doubt everyone can resurrect themselves. You can bring your Self back to life.

And what's more, you will never be deceived into believing you should believe anyone else, ever again.

I'm starting a new religion. It's gonna look a little something like this.

http://i.imgur.com/Zwabw.png?1

That's my religion. You want in? Fuck off, you fucking moron. Learn how to read.

Go find a fucking religion of your own.

[Bobby Wong]

I'm brighter than all of you. I'm not making a point, I actually am. If you imagine I'm asserting it, you're a fool. Reading probably hurts your brain too. The difference between an assertion and fact will always be found in the accompanying proof. I'm brighter than you even if you're more intelligent than I am, and this is the proof. If you were brighter, I'd be hearing this irrefutably flawless logic from you.

get real with your life bro, everyone but grapes is bright enough not to bother reading this crap and i'm pretty sure gare and blanky are the only ones whose brains hurt on the regular

[SkyNigger]

I was mad.

You could have been fooled into thinking I was mad.

"Carl, bro, she's 15, if I leave her here, what are you REALLY going to do? Be honest with me.."

Asking imbecilic questions since the age of 3.

He shrugs his shoulder and drops the last words I ever heard him say "I mean, what do you expect me to do? I'll call you later when I'm done if you want, she should still be drunk by then"

Be honest, now. Too honest.

I doubt he ever knew or at least remembered what hit him. HIs dad actually heard the hit and came out, went right back inside. That's how bad it was.

I'm just that insane. He never saw my insanity coming. It's how we Christians have been winning since the B.C.

I am not a violent person, but I have some deeply rooted seething rage and fury I keep bottled up inside for whatever reason

Comes in handy when I covet my friend's child, time for Sexy. But first, deeply rooted seething rage and fury I keep bottled up inside for an unspecified reason.

, and pity the man who feels it's force when I lose control.

Here I admit I'm clinically insane.

But I'm not CRAZY, okay!!


In another thread I wrote a brilliant post that was pathetically written; because brilliant insight is my thing. Brilliant writing is not. Imagining that the two are one is as moronic as imagining that my incapacity to do the latter precludes my capacity to consistently deliver the former.

Not only is that not the case; it is illogical to imagine that someone who could write brilliantly would be motivated to write brilliant insight. There are a few exceptions, of course; le Carre, Sam Harris, etc. But if you're a professional writer, why would you be - professionally - writing your Self out of a job? Who is going to pay you to write pain-relieving Truth?

All the money is in deceit, lies and the fabrication / manufacturing / conditioning of misery. It's all about Needy. Which means it's all about Fear.

And this means professional writers are never going to get paid unless they...lie to your stupid faggot faces. As if 99.9% of them can even hold a candle to my brilliance anyway. But then I'm not talking about feelings and opinions. I own your stupid fucking tiny faces. I always have. I never will again.

The least you can do is help yourselves. And help me help you by culling your infernal psychotic narcissistic screaming where you imagine You are important. You would like that, I imagine. I have no desire to be important. It's funny how that makes me important. And makes you worthless. Ponder on that, Canadian Toddler scum. You know who I'm talking to.

I'm writing about very important shit. I'd be writing it a lot better were it not for the filthy screaming and tantrum-throwing of Toddlers like you and Bob. That girl I was writing about, she did to me what Mike did to his friend. And what your filthy whore mother did to you to make you imagine lying was in your best interests.

She fucked you so good.

Now shut the fuck up, and let people that aren't sub-worthless do what they need to do. No one gives a fuck about your important personal shit.

And no one, not even your whore mother, gives a flying fuck about you.

[SkyNigger]

And no one, not even your whore mother, gives a flying fuck about you.

You want the proof?

People who care about you tell you the Truth. The rest lie to you. Uh oh. Counter that with logic you fucking Canadian poof.

I'm the only one speaking Truth; and I shouldn't have to clarify this but you're clearly hilariously confused. Make no mistake, I don't care about you. I am not communicating with or doing what I'm doing for you or for people like you.

No one, least of all your WHORE mother, gives a flying fuck about You. If I were you, I'd look into Truth and hope to get some value happening. It's unlikely but what the fuck?

As if you have anything better to do.

[Hillbilly Jim]

dear beanstaring, michael and dj chaps,

how fucking awesome would it be if R-Truth turned heel and did a shoot on someone and read scooters post above

[Bobby Wong]

this is like one of those riddles, nobody including your whore mother cares about you or else they would tell you the truth, scooter says that he is telling the truth but doesnt give a flying fuck about you either so who made the other set of footprints?

[Bobby Wong]

A father and his son are in a car accident. The father dies instantly, and the son is taken to the nearest hospital. The whore doctor comes in and exclaims "I can't operate on this boy."
"Why not?" the nurse asks.
"Because he's my son," the whore doctor responds.
How is this possible?

[SkyNigger]

this is like one of those riddles, nobody including your whore mother cares about you or else they would tell you the truth, scooter says that he is telling the truth but doesnt give a flying fuck about you either so who made the other set of footprints?

Nobody who lies to someone cares about them.

I tell the Truth but not for narcissists who scream at my writing because they don't appreciate how it's not tailored for them. I am motivated by those who are not sub-worthless.

I was merely clarifying that the only person in his life telling the Truth also doesn't give a flying fuck about his 'important' personal shit.
_______________

This isn't complex.

It's not a riddle.

There's nothing complicated about it.

If I found the above confusing, I swear I would just literally put my Self out of my misery because what's the plan? What would I be lying to survive....for?

There are no women surgeons except in riddles and Hollywood sitcoms. I think there's a lot in med school but then I don't care what their 'reasons' are for being a prostitute. I think their stories (true or false) are really all for them. They sure get creepy though, when people need pretexts to do what they want to do. Makes me wonder if I shouldn't just teach them a lesson about deceit, but then I don't need to school me anymore.

So I don't teach people lessons anymore.

So no one listens to me anymore. Because Toddlers have to be taught. And they don't listen unless you're not sparing the rod. Girls, guys, grown men & sociopaths women, no one learns unless you're beating sense into them. Then they're senseless.

You just can't win with humans who have been reduced into something less humane than...an animal or beast. What's going on is a bit like this, minus the kawaii.

http://i.imgur.com/0Ulrf.jpg

[SkyNigger]

What humans are doing to humans is not 'wrong'. There is no such thing as 'wrong'. It's not 'naughty'. It's not 'selfish'. It's not 'bad' or 'immoral' or 'sinful'. This is all Yahweh 'brilliance' fucking literally 100 billion people.

It's none of those things. It's merely insane. Cutting your Self. Urinating on your Self. Snickering after you piss and shit in the food you then go to eat. Then screaming at how it tastes like piss and shit.

Your guess is as good as mine!

I wish.

http://i.imgur.com/ycTsU.png

[DankBlaniels]

But is it really the truth or just what you perceive to be the truth ?

[SkyNigger]

But is it really the truth or just what you perceive to be the truth ?

It's the Truth. You know how I know?

You would, the instant you stopped misperceiving what is not real has having value.

There is no profit to be found in what isn't real. Lies are not real. When you no longer perceive value in lies, you'll no longer wonder what is true and what is perceived. Everything will be transparent and you will know the Truth and the Truth shall make you scream because the horror of what sociopaths did to a world that used to prepare for Peace and produced value...

Now we prepare for War and produce 'humans' like Jewdonk. No one is going to take value like that away; I don't care how many standing armies they have just standing around with nothing to do. No one - nothing - no man, no beast, no vegetable or mineral and as sure as the sun rises and sets on his tragi-comical bed cruelly designed for a Queen, no girl - no one is going to take 'value' like that away from anybody.

We have been reduced to a race of screaming, Needy leeches. Literally everything we do, say or feel is done, said or felt in relation to the perception of those who - if they lived or died - we could not care less. But as long as they're alive and able to lie, all we care about is that they lie to make us feel good.

Um I don't really need the capacity of my limited mind to appreciate the fact that doing that is going to make everyone feel...sub-good.

http://i.imgur.com/KL6Fi.jpg

No one has value and why would you bother in a world where Toddlers imagine it's shrewd to prepare for War rather than produce anything worth stealing?

[SkyNigger]

And in the End, Love Destroyed the Heavens & the Earth.

You remember how your mother used to tell you to be brave? You should stick with me, Little Sailor Man. You'll get a lot sharper than you managed with her.

What do you mean, why?

Well, I suppose that's a fair question. Let me see...

BECAUSE I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU DULLARD.

That's why. Your mother loved you, and so she clipped those baby wings. Awwh. Be brave Princess. It's what the filthiest creeps in the world tell their children on the most terrifying day of their lives. The creeps' lives. No their children aren't frightened, a chance to get away from that smothering five-year lack of choice? A chance to play with kids their own age? What kid wouldn't want that? They'll catch up with Mom later. Whenever. What do they care, she's not going anywhere. You see?

Do you understand why the creeps are more culpable than humanity would like to believe? They're terrified. And yet, they're not as horrible as it seems, at first furious blush. They can hardly be blamed. I watched their faces without even fucking realising or having a clue I was going to see what I was going to see; I was just bored. Then I was horrified. Just like that.

I was watching as mothers dropped their children off at school. A very special day. An especially important day, for the filthy creeps.

So much emotion. The air was drenched in it. I didn't understand. I thought this should be a day of celebration. Mothers were going about this all wrong, I decided. The way a moron thinks governments are going about the educational system wrong. Oh it's wrong. But then 'wrong' and 'right' are rules for you. Not them. They're not forming think-tanks and action committees and focus groups to address issues like "How can we improve the 7th year curriculum" or anything like that. They might have those groups working on the exact opposite, in all reality. If you are confused, you no longer have an excuse.

I was confused watching this mother cry as she dropped her son off, but she wouldn't let go. It was tragic. Also, it was strange. Her son kind of seemed totally fine. But her? It was embarrassing. She was bawling like a toddler. She was out of control. What a mess. I laughed. It was funny.

I was laughing. She kept telling him how brave she wanted him to be and he was like "yeah okay" and itching to go and play but she couldn't let him go. I thought, "he should be telling her to be brave, this is farcical" when my sneer was ripped off my face and I saw something horrifying and I wanted to scream but I didn't know - what - I was watching. I knew it was Evil, but it just kind of happened quick as a flash.

I must of looked like a crackpot, I was looking around frantically, finding no one, looking for someone else to confirm they saw it too. I knew what I saw. I saw something very very Evil. And I couldn't possibly mistake it. This woman had played a very twisted trick on her kid. How was I going to tell the police? Who would I tell, if I don't? Do I tell nobody, just pretend I didn't see it. This is what I wanted to do. But someone needs to be told. The kid's father? Ugh. Scratched that one even whilst I was thinking it.

But I was so horrified, my mind was spinning. She was telling him to be brave over and over, and sobbing and he was kind of - he didn't really know what was going on but he was fine. A-OK. I'd swear to it, but not on a Bible. Because I knew what I saw. I don't need the Bible clouding shit up. This mother wouldn't let up. She just kept on and on and it was ridiculous. But she knew something no one else knew. I certainly didn't see it coming. She knew her son, or she knew some dark motherly secrets maybe they exchange in whatever coven they meet to plot the misery of their children's entire lives. Or maybe it's far more innocuous, and they're all just filthy creeps who need their children more than their children need them. I don't know these things. But they knew something I wasn't capable of imagining on my own. This was a dark, dark trick she played. I didn't dare scream. Somehow, I don't know how but she just knew...it was only a matter of time before he cracked.

And in front of my eyes, this kid cracked. He started getting terrified. His eyes started darting around and his lip started quivering and just when it looked like he might burst into tears, his mother shot up to her feet and just walked away. The timing was unmistakable. I watched a five year old child get played, brilliantly. Oh she could have left him at any time in the last 5-10 minutes and he'd have been fine but no! Oh my god. I was horrified. I knew I was watching something very Evil and I had no idea what to do.

So I just watched and stared at this tiny kid, who was now all alone and not remotely okay anymore. The transformation was...magical. He was so terrified he thought he was going to DIE. He was screaming in terror, looking around just wanted to go home but his mother knew better and - just when she finally got him worried - crack! She brutally smashed him into the ground, shattering him. Then she was off, without looking back, heading for her car to leave. It was all so simple. I couldn't speak, my head was just swiveling side to side as if I was watching a creepy tennis match. Which had just turned on a dime.

I didn't think it could get any more horrifying and then my world went white, with rage. Another mother and this mother - I have no idea if they knew each other - locked eyes for a brief moment as they got into their respective cars. Only for a moment, before both mothers' eyes shot to the ground and my hands shot to my mouth to stifle a scream. The mother of the little boy, who she never - once - dared look back at, spun out and past me and I turned to face her in horror / bravery and get a load of Evil, post Evil. I was trying to be brave, I don't mind saying. Only half-succeeding. She wasn't looking at parked vehicles. She wasn't crying. She was looking at her fucking Blackberry, with a smile on her filthy fucking dial and suddenly I'm trying to punch her through the window which won't open, trying to get my seatbelt off and it's stuck and the door is locked and I'm banging on the window yelling out swear words and threats as she accelerated rapidly into the distance oblivious to her son, standing there, screaming. And the mother I was sleeping with is like "whoa. What the fuck" and I spin around and I'm like "omg this happened and this happened and then this happened and that happened and..." And then I was done.

I was hyperventilating.

And she just shook her head, and slowly got back into the car without saying anything. She was very calm. I was staring at her, stupidly. She realised this, and looked at me, and said "So?" And then she turned the ignition, and reversed out onto the street.

So? So...the world had gone mad. "So..." I thought to myself, never once imagining I could - or would - end up reacting in the way I did. This is the reaction, fast-forward four years. "So..." I yelled, suddenly certain that what I had seen had, in fact, been a horrible crime. "So where is the police station? Someone needs to be told about this. That was a crime. It has to be. It's child abuse!"

She looked at me as if I was technically right but completely missing the forest for the trees. Actually, my inability to realise I was in a forest of horror allowed me to see the tree that was indicative of the forest which has already started to burn. But I didn't realise every mother needed to die until very recently. Back then, I just needed to save that little kid from what I was powerless to see coming, and felt somehow responsible for because what had been done to him was done literally in front of my eyes whilst I smirked at his pathetic mother - who wasn't as 'pathetic', as I had assumed. Or maybe more pathetic. So hard to know, these days.

It had all happened RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES. In mere moments, that kid's life was ruined. And she fucking - knew - it. That was pure Evil, right there. I knew I'd never see something that was as clinically Evil as what I'd just seen when the mother I was sleeping with said, "You really want me to take you to the police? What are you going to tell them?" I wasn't sure, exactly. What I'd seen, I guess. I said nothing.

She continued, holding her hand up to punch out the headline blocks, "You think tomorrow's papers are going to read, Breaking News, Mother loves Son?"

And I looked at her in horror, she was an imbecile! Maybe I explained it badly. She just didn't understand. I was about to snarl something about THAT not being Love when I stopped. And thought, actually...! THAT is - exactly - what Love is. Suddenly, what I had seen wasn't so Evil. Well, it was. But it was Evil that had to be done for Love. I understood. I know Love. At least, I am vaguely familiar with it. At the time, I was in Love with another girl who I knew I'd never see or speak with again. And the things I was prepared to do, rolling back through time...to roll back the clocks on reality; well, they were simply horrifying. But you know, Love. It's insane.

Suddenly everything made a kind of twisted, horrible sense. I groaned. "She loves him!" I explained to the mother, who'd just explained it to me. She looked at me with a kind of expression that was like "What did you think? That she was just having fun fucking with him?" - she didn't say it so much as flashed it, in disbelief. And I said "Yes." And she looked at me, with maybe the only appropriately patronising look of my life.

That's literally what I had assumed. But this new version made a lot more 'sense'.

This is such a brilliant story. Anyone who cannot see why would be too brain-dead to warrant persistent capacity to breed or remain alive really.

Love has destroyed the world. Yall just marking out time until Boom.

http://i.imgur.com/JoUIZ.png

[rum dick]

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/04/opinion/brooks-suffering-fools-gladly.html?_r=0

[SkyNigger]

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/04/opinion/brooks-suffering-fools-gladly.html?_r=0

I haven't read such idiocy in a very long time.

Once I watched a senior member of the House of Representatives rip into a young reporter after she nervously asked him an ill-informed question.

She was foolish about that particular piece of legislation, but, in the moment, he looked the bigger fool. He was making a snap judgment about a person with no real information about her actual qualities. He was exposing a yawning gap between his own high opinion of himself and his actual conduct in the world. He was making the mistake, which metaphysical fools tend to make, that there is no connection between your inner moral quality and the level of courtesy you present to others.

The screaming insanity in the above is literally why the world is going to burn.

There is no moral value in reducing yourself to the lowest common denominator. Who gives a FLYING FUCK if an incompetent female fool's feelings were hurt. Get her the fuck out of the room.

This world needs to pull itself back from the brink of coddling these fucking leeches' awwh feelings or you're all going to die in very painful fashion. The business of being right and the business of being competent and the business of progress are infinitely more important than the business of how a fucking incompetent girl FEELS after she's asked a moronic, idiotic and incorrect question and wasted everyone's time.

But only by a factor of 7 billion.

That's all.

[SkyNigger]

Try as I might, and I am looking objectively (I've spent my life "thinking positive", which is more accurately described as "thinking inaccurately")...all I see is people like this, clones of my biological mother who killed my siblings with 'love' and lies. It's all she knows and like most mothers who know as little as her, she Knows Best.

http://i.imgur.com/Htrna.jpg

Just...I can't. I like how considerate her friend is, to remember to emotionally validate her worthless existence.

http://i.imgur.com/QTsAY.jpg

I've been banned and posts censored when I commented on this picture above (which the world thought was so adorably sweet). I politely asked why everyone thought child slavery was sweet. Censored. Banned.

http://i.imgur.com/SmfCS.jpg

This is a world of sociopaths who breed children to please...sociopaths; they're raised with love and violence (Stockholm Syndrome) and when they commit crimes of passion, not only is there no discussion about where the insane passion is sourced in the first place, everyone says the murders and honour killings and violent grizzly castrations are all sane. Who knew?

http://i.imgur.com/yPr2C.png

Castrated and murdered his lover in a passionate rage. SANE! Jury didn't buy his story, hahah. Nice try, though. If we could use that defence, we'd all be castrating for fun!

http://i.imgur.com/ZnOi3.png

Kills his 3 teenage daughters over an imaginary self-defeating emotion he imagines in his imagined feelings (placed in his mind by a mother who wanted to manipulate him), but he's perfectly Sane. Society says, that's why.

http://i.imgur.com/QNsDR.png

Kills 77 people (mostly children) for their parents' religious beliefs. That's completely SANE! All of justice says so.

This world is going up in flames because of a book printed 8 billion times by cannibalistic tiny insects who want to prey on their own by making them insane. That book of pure evil reverses the logic on everything to "illogical". In that book, God is good! Kills everyone in emotional rages for no point or purpose or reason but He's good. SAY HE'S GOOD OR YOUR GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN WILL DIE FOR YOUR CRIME OF NOT LOVING HIM.

Thatta BOY.

And that evil Devil is still - would you believe? In the year 2012, that scoundrel is still up to no good. His mischievous crime this time? Same as always; telling the Truth about God's lies. That's why he's bad and God is good.

http://i.imgur.com/1VW6v.png

He just never learns his lesson, does he? He's nothing like the imbecilic humans of the world who can or could handle the Truth but they sneer at anyone stupid enough to value it.

Like children. 

[gay sex]

you should start your story call me "ISH"mael and then footnote it the ish means im doing alot of coke right now because ish is sometimes slang for coke is this thing on how dare you faggots make me explain this to you and then 296 blank pages afterwards


thats the whole book

[gay sex]

THE GREAT AUSTRALIAN NOVEL

[Archibald Peck]

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[Hillbilly Jim]

happy 18th birthday mai