This one you should read. I'm getting closer. I'm very close now.

[SkyNigger]

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Bingo.

[SkyNigger]

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I didn't need it but with that response, and you might not be familiar with the sensation, but that - Toddlers - is called Killing.

"You need serious therapy", says Mrs Anonymous. No argument, no logic. Just the need to express her concern for the mental health of someone she understood enough to know was anti-her. You need to put these things down. They're breeding the world into the ground.

[Bobby Wong]

close to what bro

[SkyNigger]

Original thought.

[MistaCobalina]

I thought I had an original thought once. Porange. I thought I invented that word. It's definition would be "word that rhymes with Orange." Porange was the only known Porange. Then I saw this..

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ain't nothing new under the sun, son.

[SkyNigger]

ain't nothing new under the sun, son.

Just because someone else thought the same thing before you, doesn't mean your thoughts cannot be original. Who was having these thoughts prior to le Carre?

Months before I read A Perfect Spy, and before I'd ever heard even the suggestion of anything that even hinted of the black realities of this horrifying world (which are now unemotionally apparent and obvious to me), I had started to have all these thoughts in the traumatic and confused lead-up to the collapse of Aun's illusion-filled world of brilliant lies inside of lies on top of lies in addition to lies.

But every lie can be backtracked and reduced down into one (1) insane lie. It's a question of needy. And you have to lie that lie to your Self.

There are two people in the world that I'm aware of who understand what "love" is. You won't read A Perfect Spy (which really only polished and clarified a great many things I'd already bumped up against but was refusing to accept on account of the Horror of the implications), so I'm attempting to reduce the message down to something imbeciles can comprehend.

But really you'd literally be a moron for not _wanting_ desperately to read A Perfect Spy. I'm going to keep talking about it until the day I die, because I cannot fathom a world where a book more important than that 'novel' could be written...let alone better, or more entertaining.

It's a pretty serious piece of literature. Probably as serious as it gets.

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This is the question you need to answer.

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[anatine]

I trust the intentions of people named Pym, but question their faculties...

[onestep]

So when I ask Marina who cuts my Board Head Chipotle Gouda if it is fresh, I am playing this "game" because I am putting my trust in her to tell me the truth?

What If I manipulate this "giving of trust" and end up fucking her by the dumpsters after she gets out of work? Is this still playing of the game or does she just want some hard salami?

So many questions...

[SkyNigger]

I trust the intentions of people named Pym, but question their faculties...

Their intentions are almost always "to please". Sociopaths aren't motivated to do what American Psycho suggests; and Hitchcock's Psycho nailed the extreme end of the range.

But trusting their intentions would be a huge mistake. That's how they destroy you. I think you've got it around back to front. Their faculties are razor sharp. It's their intentions that will destroy you because their intent will almost always be decent, when they intend it to be. But it plays out very differently in Reality. At the other end of the range to Norman Bates, you have politicians and serial manipulators like I was at 16...and Aun.

Game over.

But then you can't get burned if you don't play the game.

I was no different than a chameleon "be all things to all men" sleazy politician when I was 16; although I imagine they're a bit better than I was with girls. Girls could spot my little hocus-pocus shit sometimes, in terrifyingly perceptive ways. It takes one to spot one, I guess; but it really got creepy because I was one without being able to spot one. I was little Pym. Obviously I didn't know what I was doing, or I wouldn't have been very good at it. The girls knew what they were doing, or trying to do; they just weren't very good at it. But they could see me coming from a mile away, and it's telling.

They'd been trained.

"So will I", Pym promised loyally and meant every word. Like Rick he was learning to live on several planes at once. The art of it was to forget everything except the ground you stood on and the face you spoke from at that moment.

I dropped the book when I read that. Something flickered inside my mind and the horror was not the confirmation that I'd managed to get played that way by Aun (I basically already worked that out, it only took me a few months of agonising puzzling day and night, just trying to make sense of her; I'd watch her shrewdly, barrel her with questions and change gears on her on impulse just to see how she'd respond - "like a highly functional robot, in sync or seemingly even intuitively one step ahead", was what I discovered)...what horrified me was that I had been a sociopath before. And I was becoming one again, even before Aun.

Sociopaths aren't 'bad' people. They just don't feel what you feel. Their damaged by trauma, they've 'evolved' (but you can't trust where you're going if your starting point has been corrupted). They're handicapped and never happy; the clue will always be in their needy. You have heard of the Pope, yes? You won't find many people more needy than that guy, or the guys trying to undermine him, in 7 billion needy victims of 'hereditary' trauma.

But sociopaths can't feel what you feel so they will rationalise anything they want, basically; and because your suffering = null, they're pretty fucking dangerous. But mostly, they just want you to like them. I didn't want to be liked in order to gain trusted access to your little sister so I could chop her legs off and wear her hair for shoulder fur; but it doesn't take much stone-stepping to understand the danger they present if they are pedophiles. I would wager _very_ few dangerous sociopaths are violent, because violence would preclude their capacity to be charming (the two are not remotely compatible traits). But it's not the violent sociopaths that are dangerous; they end up in prison or dead or an asylum or they snivel around in fear, afraid of one or all three.

It's the highly functional sociopaths that are dangerous because without even realising what they're doing, they'll manipulate and machinate and contrive a complex series of events purely to charm your little sister into sucking their cock (if that's what they sub-consciously want to do). She won't be entirely innocent, but then everyone is confused about mea culpa. I would do shit like this all the time, but not with children; just with things I wanted but didn't realise I wanted until hah! Would you look at that...

Serendipity.

I had no interest in children but mothers sure liked my bullshit. What I'm not entirely sure of, is whether I even fooled them or not. I'm not sure how I could have. I was horrifically polite.

So when I ask Marina who cuts my Board Head Chipotle Gouda if it is fresh, I am playing this "game" because I am putting my trust in her to tell me the truth?

I had to look up wtf that was. I thought it was a haircut.

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No the victims of the game Trust, Love, Believe and have Faith. It's the predators who demand Trust, Unconditional Love, Unquestioning Belief, and want you to have Blind Faith in them. They'll deliver!

A reality check, without even intending to. They'll mean what they say when they say it; even they'll be fooled. That's the only way you can really fool someone who's not desperately looking to be taken advantage of.

Victims (unless they're children, and even then it's awfully blurred) really only have their Self (or lack of Self) to blame. Anyone who even _wants_ any of those things from you is going to betray you, 100% of the time. Love has never existed happily ever after; it's a short-term manipulative lie we tell ourselves in order to .

What is the reason for love? Why do you want exclusive use of a person or to give away exclusive access to you to another person? What is this obsession with bonding everyone has?

Short answer: Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

Trauma: First love betrayed.

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99% of the time, it's going to be mom. Watch a toddler with its mother, they'll be in love. At some point, and though few reach the age of 32 failing to let go of the teat (ahem), you'll fall out of love with each other. Love doesn't end mutually for the same reasons sex doesn't end in sync. If it ends for the mother, the child becomes a cutter. If it ends for the child, the mother becomes overbearing until she eventually resigns herself to losing her child to Humanity.

I'm not sure what happens to cutters, and I'm fairly certain I couldn't care less.
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There are no innocents. This is my Original Thought. You have to have been willing to fall for The Original Lie. The lie is that you're Special enough to be loved by a sane person to the exclusion of Humanity.

Children get sucked into that stupidity very easily; but that doesn't mean they're any less 'at fault'. When I realised all this, ALL the trauma floated away. It's all a lie from start to finish. It cannot hurt me because it was never real. What's more, I was [I]at fault. The Reality was that I was not Special enough to be loved nor did I ever want to be. Why would you want to exclude Humanity?

I suddenly wanted to be in lots of places at once. There was a lot of fun to be had that Special people cannot have, what with all their fretting and concerns and VIP responsibilities and reputations to uphold and cares to attend to etc.

But any friend that ever tries to make you feel bad that you're not trusting them should probably be Rested In Peace, as the humane line. The only way you can get burned is if you want to play the game, and it's a moronic game of emotional lying and manipulation. There is no way to get someone to love or trust or have faith in you without manipulating their emotions; those religious constructs are batshit insane (in this world).

In a sane world, it would be optimal. But in this world? You really don't want to go around advertising exploitability. You look like a shark to anyone decent, so you scare them away. To anyone looking for victims, you're like a magnet.

This is who I was for a decade.

It's telling that no one bothered to remedy my delusions. This is a cannibalistic world and I'm unbelievably dull in a vacuum. I simply will _not_ get something unless someone points it out to me, and it's been the bane of my existence that we live in a world of imbecilic shrewd who value secrets and cannot understand their precious secrets aren't worth anything unless they're traded with people of value. Those people are not going to be going around looking to trade. They'll just be giving their value away. I understand they're rare. That's telling as well.

I have a lot of value. I always have. But I've reached maybe 1% or 3% (?) of my potential because everyone wanted to _use_ me rather than _invest_ in my potential. This race has been reduced so low, imbeciles not only live in the moment; they're incapable of living outside the moment. If they were capable, they'd be able to understand the potential of human value is as limited as you're willing to reduce it to...

Or cause it to sky-rocket.

Mai had one of the prettiest faces I'd ever seen. I didn't want to fuck her, I was going to leave her to her fate. This is what everyone does. We leave children to their fate. We live in the moment, all we think about is how we can use people in the moment.

How do you think that plays out for our fate? Even short term, it's fucking disastrous. How many girls with faces like Mai survive undamaged even for another 3 years in her position? With that face? 1%? I'd be stunned if it was that high. We're leaving our fate in the hands of the worst managers imaginable. But I understand. You all know everything already.

I didn't become a sociopath by accident. I just stopped trying to invest in my own interests; because when I did that I got destroyed. But I'd recover, pick myself up and try for optimality again. And get destroyed. Over and over, until I couldn't invest in anyone because their needy had reduced me into believing I had no value.

That's going to be one of the quickest journeys from Illusion to Reality you could ever take that doesn't involve violence or death.

I no longer had the confidence that I was in the position to give advice to my friends. They were always, girls and guys, almost always solely focused on extracting short term 'value' out of me. I was playing a long ball game but not for long; very quickly, I was playing a survival game. Then I was playing no game because I no longer felt I had anything to offer; at which point, the screaming was insane and it gave the entire game away.

The fucking needy of this world is insane. When I was at my lowest, their desperation and their screaming would be dialed up to insanity, and I didn't want to accept the implications so I just ran away and fled overseas. They're still stalking me. My close friends still need me, half a dozen years on. They're in love. I'm not sure they'll ever give up.

They want to _help_ me.

They're worried for my mental health.
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My point about optimality on paper being insane in Reality is very, very valuable insight. Like, I am literally retarded but I've always had momentus capacity for value. I'm a bit like ~7.3 billion people in that way. Or ~30 billion or more. All value unrealised, if you're not understanding what I'm trying to say.

And I'm talking about an exponential curve.

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3500 years of religion bending Humanity the other way. It's horrifying. You know, we're not doing very well in this game. It's fucking insane.

I had huge value and I've made some people incredibly rich when they realised I was not normal; I was giving hugely valuable AP casino secrets (but incredibly simple mathematics and statistics really, this is just a world reduced to a level...) away and getting death threats from people who thought I was insane. I kind of was insane but I was sick of all the shrewd and the sniveling and the sub-optimality of all the genuine insanity. It's just so inefficient.

Everyone imagines they're ahead of the game.

But I was also sub-consciously screaming for help because I was getting destroyed by casinos who had good reputations but were refusing to pay me. They'd pay everyone else, I'd see the evidence but they refused to pay me. I literally was too 'brilliant' for my own good which is another way of saying I was so retarded I burned off hundreds of thousands bashing my head against the wall of Reality. I was paper optimal. And in this Reality, that's very nearly the dumbest fucking thing you can do. Period.

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Some humans who saw opportunity took a risk on me and I was broken, for real. I've never really recovered from the string of horrors that came one after another after I realised money doesn't buy you happiness, it guarantees you misery (unless you're a sociopath, then it guarantees you the illusion of feeling 'pleased' that others envy you; whatever floats your demented boat). But I was very close to noose; sick of this world of endless shrewd and I'd just started half trying to help people, half not giving a fuck, half screaming for help, half screaming in pain (yeah I can't do maths very well, but then when I scream it doesn't sound like Mike, and it's a function of capacity for value - it's worth comparing his screaming and the screaming I was doing on BB forum because we were both screaming for the identical reasons). It just sounds a little different and it's a function of capacity to contribute.

I was screaming 'like' Mike and getting death threats for giving the imbeciles all these closely guarded secrets, but I didn't care. I was dying. Then an AP on BB forum PM'd me and haltingly told me I was overplaying the maths. He'd never done anything like that before, because it's sub-optimal to trade with shrewd minds. Whomever initiates the trade has the back foot; you'd be like a shrewd haggler in a Bangkok market asking how much?

You're going to walk away with or without the product but I can guarantee you on your life, you will not walk away having made a shrewd exchange.

But this AP told me I was over-shooting targets and then he proceeded to go through all the detailed breakdowns but I didn't need to read past that first line; all the maths were completed in my head when the puncture through my mental block was made and I screamed, angrily. I'm a moron without accurate intelligence, feedback, data (i.e. Truth) showing me where I'm wrong.

I'm 100% certain I'm like ~30 billion people that have come and gone, in this way. ~7 billion fucking morons remain; this insanity could get turned around but it won't. We've long since passed the point of no return, on insanity.

I made that AP very rich. It was one of the first truly Selfish things I've successfuly managed to do. I'd been trying to enter into exchanges like that my entire life. At 28, I finally managed to do what every human should have been doing for the last 3500 years, but they're too fucking demented to understand that life isn't lived inside the bubble of the moment they're in.

They've just been led to feel that way.

I made him a great deal of money, and some others as well. I was pretty broken by this stage but I was so grateful for the reach out that snapped the insanity of "WHY ME?" that I decided I wanted to fight the exploitation and so I went after Bryan Bailey and the Consumer Player Advocate, I bankrupted Tradition and destroyed Rome before their multi-million budget ever got off the ground (but they idiotically spent it anyway, trying to recover a worthless name - Tradition just rebranded ROFL - Gibson Casino, same servers, same licensing, same personnel, same affiliates, new URLs). I did a lot of damage and I was a big, big problem at one point; and then....well, there's a reason why people are loathe to trade.

Everyone is emotionally insane.

But if you have Value, you can find Value, and then you'll have made (fuckloads more than two) x Value just by combining games. I made those APs a fortune and it just kept paying off like a Slot machine that's rigged to 300%. Everyone's a winner. It's impossible to lose combining Value and Value.

It's the leeches that ruin the game.

A year later the same AP was laughing at my face-planting during another one of my rants about Aun, and he awkwardly 'joked' that I was an "emotional cutter". I was silent for awhile, in awe. He got all nervous thinking I got offended (omg), and rushed to pacify my hurt feelings. He didn't want me to be offended in my imagination.

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I wasn't offended. I was laughing. I didn't think for a second I was an emotional cutter, it was just a great line. The next morning I woke and screamed, angrily.

I was an emotional cutter. I'd been cutting my Self for as long as I can remember.

But then I imagine yall are looking for love in all the wrong places as well. There's no right place to look for it. Only junkies are addicted to poison.

Love has always been The Original Pain 'Relief'.

[SkyNigger]

In a sane world, it would be optimal. But in this world? You really don't want to go around advertising exploitability. You look like a shark to anyone decent, so you scare them away. To anyone looking for victims, you're like a magnet.

This is who I was for a decade.

Thai girls are doing the identical thing. Except they're the sharks. Oh they are so fucking good, it's mesmirising. They want love, but they don't believe. Their guard has gone up, they will be protecting their heart from now on! Still...sigh.

Hahah. These pathetic Western creeps get sold these lies about SE Asian girls, it's fucking hilarious. They come here looking to exploit with all their 'shiny' manipulative tricks (think 408 in "Charm Mode"), imagining they're saying all the right things (they literally cover my Facebook Newsfeed with their demented noose)...they work so hard because they're looking out for these girls. They give them advice. You got to be careful, that's for sure. But not all guys are like that. Keep the faith, pretty girl! You'll find the right one some day.

Min is one of the best I've ever seen. Grey hair? hahah brilliant.

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These fucking imbeciles just get destroyed. It's so brutal.

I love it.

But you can only get burned if you want to play. I don't fucking play. This girl is a very dangerous sociopath. Wan literally believes she loves me. It's all in her mind, as it will be in the minds of her victims when they stupidly believe she can be exploited. She even _feels_ pain, convincingly. She'd have destroyed so many guys...

I don't play.

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With your cheese OneStep, you already don't trust her so you insult her by asking her if she's about to rip you off. You're trying to show her that you're a shrewd one, you didn't come down in the last shower, etc. It's impossibly insulting but maybe it's optimal; I wouldn't really know. But I try not to do that shit because it's insulting and you'd be the first offender. If someone asked me that question, I'd probably decline their business. Then again, I'm not very good at commerce if this world of imbeciles who cannot act in their own best interests because they're living in the moment.

But the implications of asking her are pretty rude. This is such an insane world people no longer get offended at the most offensive things, and I figure if you're asking her, she probably does give the non-shrewd the dud cheese? This is why the whole "offence / politeness" thing is horrifying. You're allowed to hurt, lie, cheat and even kill people; but don't hurt their feelings! Omg. That would be rude.

She probably isn't offended at all by your implied suggestion because she's a shrewd one too. But why would it be in her interests to give you rotten or stale cheese? You wouldn't come back right? I dunno how it works with stale cheese or whether anyone buying Board Head Chipotle Gouda would ever be a repeat customer if she burned them. It seems unlikely, but then this is an insane world and I spit out food and walk away in horror at shrewd imbeciles like that all the time.

But to your question, you're showing her that you're a predator. You're not really trusting her, you're trying to limit your exposure with a warning; it's like a threat. "Don't even think about it...or else." It might be optimal, I don't really know. But that doesn't mean the exchange isn't batshit insane, when you break it down.

What If I manipulate this "giving of trust" and end up fucking her by the dumpsters after she gets out of work? Is this still playing of the game or does she just want some hard salami?

Well unless you're doing it to flirt, I'm not sure how you can be manipulating anything. If you're flirting with her over a trade of currency for cheese, the cheese becomes the pretext but I don't really see how it's linked?

Playing the game would be if you'd been flirting for awhile, contrived a situation where you led her to believe you were a serious prospect or whatever the fuck she's looking for in terms of "a good man", maybe asked her to come away with you for a weekend in NYC where you say you have tickets to Fiddler on the Roof or ringside seats at a Knicks game or some shit - but of course you don't, and of course you have no intention of taking her - and you're just using the excitement generated to trick her into fucking you by the dumpsters after work. Free roll baby! That's literally how Christians 'think'. And that would be playing the game.

Every girl wants hard salami; they just might not want yours. If they're at dinner with you, they want yours. If they're fucking you, they want yours (or they want what lies beyond). But this is where they are their own worst enemies. They've been led to believe (by their shrewd mothers) that they should focus on 'beautifying' their bodies and this comes at the expense of their minds (which happens to all of us because we all have mindless dingbats for mothers; girls just get more destroyed by the insanity of their mothers, who invariably are in competition with their daughters for attention - it's sick, really fucking Toddler sick) - but it's been quite some time since men actually wanted the demented intrinsically worthless things women are still convinced it's in their best interests to SELL).

But when girls who have been conditioned to not only know that sex sells (to creeps, by creeps; it's called emotional degradation) but to feel it's in their best interest to "catch" a "good man" (i.e. exploitable fool that they can control) and get themselves onto Easy Street...they inevitably grow up with no value. All they learn is demented Parisian Whore tricks.

They know how to drive the male victims of Protection Rackets crazy; I've seen so many guys turn into drooling dogs, I started to wonder if I was gay (that's failing logic, but I'd look at the girls, want to take them to the moon and back if only they'd be, if they'd be my baby etc; and all these fucking mongrels on heat would be licking their lips and playing with their junk and rearranging their erections and wolf-whistling and calling out the lewdest things just oblivious to everything and everyone except their target). And their targets know exactly what they're doing, they just don't have a fucking clue how stupid they are. They know how to momentarily make a guy lose his mind so that he'll be temporarily willing to hand over any amount of cash, his watch, his clothes, make promises he fully intends to keep, anything!

And these whores will suddenly turn all pure and demure and be like "Well I'm not one of those girls." And they're right, they're not prostitutes. Prostitutes are decent. So are sluts; just a little dumber than. But they're still trading more or less transparently. These girls are nothing like those girls. They won't accept a transparent trade. They're not prostitutes.

They're filthy Christian WHORES. They always want 'vague' things, they just want you to fail logic at this point. They won't stipulate what they want because what they really want is for you to shoot yourself in the foot by thinking you're lucky to get such a 'good', pure, chaste, upright, clean, maiden bride. This is what these girls been led to believe guys can be manipulated into doing, and most guys are that pathetic. For many, many centuries; this has been the case. And I should probably clarify I understand that this sounds patronising but if you were just thinking that, oh hai narcissism.

You should probably get that shit under control.

These girls want to trade illusions (it's all they have to bring to the table) for a lifelong commitment. This is batshit insane; I don't care how stupid you are.

They has no value and they know it. What's horrifying is that they're cocky and confident. They don't think they need to contribute. In many important ways, all their misery is really mostly their fault. They choose to buy into the bullshit lies and don't think girls are stupid enough to not know what they're trying to do; they only fool guys into thinking they're too stupid to get angry at because they're so much more stupid than that. You can only be a lazy whore for so many years before you're too stupid to be able to speak.

It was very creepy and I couldn't put my finger on it for most of my life; they seemed to want to play a game where they were suggesting they didn't actually like sex at all. I had no idea if this was true, but I was determined to find out.

And a lot of girls got hurt, but I honestly couldn't give a fuck. It annoys me a little, because it was never really in my best interests to test their demented lies but I was willing to be upfront, they started up with the Christian bullshit lies; "not until we get to know each other" or "I don't do that on the first date", and fair enough, but you have to see if they're telling the Truth. And invariably, they were one of those girls and they do fuck on first dates and this only surprised me for a short period of time because if a girl is running that demented line past you (that they're not into sex), they're probably going to be a slut. I know. Who knew!

Billions of guys have been incapable of logic this simple.

There was a lot of bad blood because I wasn't really trying to take advantage of them; they basically just took advantage of themselves and I was left with the choice of not playing and sleeping alone...or playing. They not only started it, they _demanded_ it. I was never really cruel but in sleeping with them, I'd obviously proved they were filthy liars so even if I was crazy about them prior to that, I wasn't going to be impressed from the instant their legs split. They're obviously lying but that's not the real deal-breaker.

The problem with Christianity's whores is...they are fucking, insulting, degrading and god damn boring leeches. They have no Self. No personality. No character. No value. They're merely demented packages of lies; moron robots that split their legs and then scream when you don't go out with them. Why the fuck would I want to go out with a lying whore who bores me to death?

Cue recursion.

They'd be harder to sweep off their feet next time. They'd know they fucked up their game plan. Again. Their mother was right, they only had themselves to blame for letting themselves be used by another jerk...!

Their mothers are whores. Their daughters only have themselves to blame for buying the filthy drivel their fathers sold them, about how pretty they were, how cute! Princess this and Adorable that and "any boy would be lucky to have you" and blah blah. If they cannot contribute, they're going to be forced to survive lives of misery because this is not a world of charity. You either bring something of value to the table or you will be miserable because, once the realisation hits that you're a leech...you will not be carried in this world for longer than 8 seconds before you're bucked.

Unless there's children involved. That's a nice trick they play. That's really shrewd.
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Even with children, they're still going to be bucked; it will just present in other (face saving) ways. The only way you'll ever be carried in this world when you have nothing to contribute is if you're just so lucky you find yourself another leech and you both lean on each other, miserable and needy ever after. But you'd have to keep your host / leech miserable, because if you permit him to be happy and comfortable with his Self or at peace, he's going to become attractive to another leech or start looking around. So you gotta keep him suffering and squabbling and trying to endlessly please you in his existential hapless misery; or you'll lose 'em.

Why are they even in the fucking game.

Some guys get sick of it, but only some! Hah. Most work out relatively quickly they were scammed. At which point, the stupid valueless whores learn a lesson about Reality and contracts; but only if they're lucky. If they're not lucky, and the illusionary contracts can be enforced...*shiver*. You almost couldn't be stupid enough to want to force or coerce someone to be 'faithful' to you if they don't fucking want to, could you?

We all have done it. We do this insanity all the time.

If you try and make someone do something they don't want to do, they're going to resist in ways that are not...beneficial for anyone. They're not going to like you much at all. They're going to resent you. They're going to feel existentially trapped. They're going to percolate, steam, boil and...

Cue privacy, shuttered blinds, yelling and screaming, the most toxic atmosphere imaginable...and (inevitably with imbeciles who cannot communicate their emotional angst) there is going to be violence.

It's a great environment for children to grow up in.

[SkyNigger]

This shit is fucking priceless. If you're aware of it all already, bully for you.

But then why aren't you saying it you dingus?

[SkyNigger]

I forgot to mention the rapes.

Christ but the amount of rapes...you have no idea. I only have the vaguest of clues, because girls - when they are raped - are impossibly shrewd. They'll lock that shit up because we live in Polite Society.

"Smile and the world of creeps smiles with you, get raped and you're damaged goods."

Girls know it. So when they get raped (as is inevitable when you're trying to trade lies and illusions for commitment and security; i.e. trying to destroy someone's life), they lock that shit up and put on their happy 'face'.

Humans don't like leeches. This is an especially dumb world to run that demented game. Try and parlay "doing what you want to do" into "leeching for life" and some guys who understand what you're doing but who haven't the first clue about what they're doing, they're gonna feel you're fair game for rape.

And that sort of girl literally would be. It's an insane game they play.

Where the guys go wrong is imagining rape to be in their interests. This is demented insanity and entirely the fault of the creepiest Society imaginable, which sells "rape" as something that must be legislated against because it's "naughty" and "wrong" and it must be legislated against or how else will it be deterred?

Naughty and wrong, like sex before marriage.

And so many imbecilic guys get everything blurred.

You can't imagine how stupid these girls are, except you must be able to imagine them? Hmm. Your coy is very creepy. But I know how these girls get raped; I've been in situations where they'd get raped by so many guys, but I just want to urinate on their face. I've never done it, mores the pity; I just default into Danger Mode and try to get them out as fast as I can because if someone won't leave when you're telling them to go, you're in a Christian Hijack.

And that's dangerous. They're insane. All insanity is on the table.

So many girls get raped playing this insane attract attract tease, hype and market and sell it until they have a guy wrapped around their finger momentarily and then, "Oh! I'm not that type of girl."

Rape.

I feel worse for the rapists, in some respects. They're demented but they're victims. It's the Protection Racket this creepy Polite Society of leeches sets up around "sex", and one of the reasons legislating against rape is so creepy is because no one is or can be convicted of rape unless they're so demented they're batshit insane, or unless there's a gross miscarriage of justice, or unless they're black. Your word against hers. Tell me e-lawyers, how do rape cases even get brought before the courts if there's no evidence?

I know for a fact they are.

Rape charges are used as a power play, perfect for someone like Assange who is, I have to say, a fucking moron. His actions were at odds with his Reality. He was trading on fame; what was he thinking. Groupies are bad fucking news because they're not like Penny Lane in Almost Famous.

They're like Jane Doe with like...ambition.

This world and it's fucking illusions and delusions; all the insanity is a function of insanity that is in no ones best interests. Girls don't actually _want_ to be leeches, they're just conditioned by filthy parents and a filthier Society to feel that way. Any that fall for that insane lie make no effort to contribute or place themselves in a position to learn a damn fucking thing, because at 4 years old they already know everything they need to know for life! You can't tell them what to do!

I have sisters. You literally cannot. I'm not that moronic to try; that was really their whore mother's parenting 'technique'. I was a little bit more subtle and persuasive. I think I made about as much headway as the Whore.

Reality is very cruel to these types of girls but then they bought into the lies so I'm not sure they should even be sympathised with. They should be sterilised to prevent them from breeding. But now I'm being very cute because of course, none of this is happenstance.

There are reasons for all of this insanity.

"In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the Earth..."

Actually, He created a Hell out of the Earth that should have been some unfathomable Heaven by now...if only you were all sane. True story. It's never been permitted to be read that way.

The Bible is so horrifying and so brilliant, you'd have to read it multiple times to begin to appreciate the horrifying realities of this traumatised world. We've been frozen in time for 3500 years of misery and emotional poisoning. It's all an illusion. Everyone is role-playing, really badly it seems to me now but then they fooled me harder than most of you probably. Maybe I fooled my Self.

Everyone is lying through their teeth and when you find someone real, I mean like genuinely real, you are...kidding yourself.

There is no such thing. How can there be in a Polite Society where children are forced to lie and consider how to be sociopaths from a very young age? If you find someone real, you've merely found your Self a wonderful sociopath. Break open the bubbly because you're fucking screwed.

But not really. Sociopaths are people too, they're just horribly confused. They've been made to be that way, but their intent is rarely terrifying or malicious. They really only destroy people who buy into the Lie and want to play the game. I realised that about Aun as the pain evaporated and suddenly I felt immensely sad for her. She's so needy. That's why she cannot let anyone go.

Sociopaths are more common than non-sociopaths, by a few billion I reckon; they're just too stupid to be especially dangerous. Of course I understand that these things are relative, do you?

I'm vaguely aware newborn children can't see the insanity of their mothers coming.

Fast forward to you.

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It's the Protection Racket this creepy Polite Society of leeches sets up around "sex"

Protection Rackets are another Original Thought.

When I was 14, I'd never eaten McDonalds (or fast food) in my life. I'd been given a Mrs Fields cookie once when I was like 11 and omg. This lady was too quick for my mother to prevent it (and my mom was furious; she knew "pleasure" was corruptive - and she was right, that cookie fucking made everything especially clear in ways they were blurred prior).

When you're running a plantation of industrious slaves you don't want them to start eating cake or reading books or even thinking about what's outside the little bubble where you've got them squabbling with each other over scraps as if they were Americans.

I'd always try and float above all the petty squabbling; but only because I had convinced myself it was all a horrible mix-up, my real parents were looking for me and I just had to retain my dignity for long enough until they came. So I almost starved to death because there was never enough food to go around and if you don't scrap, you don't eat. I'm not going to fight with a child (or half a dozen children) over the last of the mashed potatoes, so I was pretty malnourished. I've never believed Might has ever been Right. I was right. It's supposed to be the other way around. I'm not talking about morality or decency; I'm talking about stone cold Selfish optimality.

But the lack of food was intentional; it took me a long, long time to even _suspect_ it (because it's so fucking insane). So Christian. So shrewd. They'd keep all their slaves squabbling and bickering over Maslow needs (and shitty Maslow, at that). I'd look down on them with contempt and derision, in my little bubble of imagined dignity, before remembering I should be kinder to them for it was hardly their fault and I'd feel guilty at having been so haughty whilst I wasted away. I was skin and bones. Malnourished.

My point being, I survived on the dream of Mrs Fields cookies and McDonalds for 3-4 years. Dreaming, fantasising, obsessing, drooling...basically how 95% of guys are with sex. For the identical reasons. Then one day when I was free and 14, I ate like a dozen cheeseburgers and wanted to die. Physically, my torn stomach was screaming for death and existentially, I was terrified because cheeseburgers weren't going to cut the mustard. I couldn't live for food.

Why was I looking for something to "live" for, in the first place? I've noticed so many people don't ask that question; usually, they're the ones we could do without ahem. I didn't have Self. I didn't know how to have fun. I was not happy. Ironically, I actually did know how to have fun but that didn't last long in this world of creeps who made me all confused with their demented lies and reservations and circumspect and coy and awkwardness hidden under their shrewd preference for sniping rather than taking a risk and contributing. In this world, people just wait for you to do something so they can ridicule it.

Tell them to do something and nah. They're good.

The stupid fears that preclude our contributing to value, I can't remember the last time I met someone capable of letting their hair down or letting their guard down or loosening their demented metaphorical ties; everyone's tense and on edge and jittery. Watching what they say. Not doing anything for fear of being ridiculed. Boring the world to death.

I know where all this starts and so you do.


"Stop embarrassing me! Not now, you hear me! We have company."

*doorbell*

"Oh hello Father O'Leary, why it's lovely to see you too!"

"My my what has this little fellow been up to?"

*mother cringing*

She knows how it looks. She knows she's screwed up huge. She's a bad mother, she knows this; dammit why couldn't the boy just listen to her this once!

*mother blushing*

"Oh Father, he's been tormenting me today. I told him not to play in his nice clothes but he takes after Jim. He's been a perfect little devil all morning. I just don't know how to handle him sometimes."

*she sighs with exhaustion, overcooks it only a fraction*

She's so ashamed.

"Oh you're too hard on yourself Pam; you're a wonderful mother. Boys will be boys, after all. I might have a quick word with him, if you'd like me to?"

*beaming with relief*

"Oh yes, Father. Would you? He so looks up to you."

"Bobby you're proud of your mother, aren't you? You love your mother like all good boys do, I don't buy that tough guy stuff. You should be proud of your mother, you know? You're lucky to have her. Not all boys are as lucky as you. Now look, I know what it's like to be a kid, I was once a boy just like you! Believe it or not, it's true. I used to love giving my mother grief, too. And I'm not telling you that you must behave all the time, life is supposed to be fun after all; but do you think you could do me a special favour and just - sometimes - could you help her out, when she's really got her hands full? You'd do that for your mother, right? Of course you would. Every boy loves his mother!"

"Oh Father, you have such a way with children. They really respect you."

"Oh I don't know about that. I think you've just got yourself a fine young lad there. He'll grow up and make us all proud, I'm certain of it. He's probably just playing up whilst...say, where would Jim be at this late hour? He's not down at Mike's place, three sheets to the wind is he? Would you like me to pop down there and check up on him?"

"Oh Father, would you? I hate to put you out, but he just doesn't listen to me anymore."

"Oh I'm sure he's just blowing off steam after work and lost track of the time. Boys will be boys after all. I'll go look him up."

"Oh thank you Father, bless you!"

"Don't mention it, Pam. It's my job to help out where I can. See ya Bobby, be good to your mother. She deserves it. Well bye for now. I imagine Jim will be along soon..."

*sigh*

She knows a good man when she sees one. All the best ones are gay...or pure. She gets stuck with lousy Jim. But her bad mood lifts when she thinks of his face as the padre shows up at Mike's and she tells herself everything is alright.

And she smirks.

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Priests just love telling imbeciles that they're not as bad as they feel. It's why they keep everyone aged ~3. Our suffering brings us closer to God but at the end of the day, it's love. Tender love. We're just human sinners. We all make mistakes. It's the human Condition. But so long as we try to be good...

That's all the Big Guy really asks. Just try and resist those human urges, that they took the time and the effort to list in great detail for us when we were impressionable. Helpful stories and examples of what _not_ to do, unless we wanted to be naughty.

They don't even have to get anyone to read the book anymore; we live in a world of its making. But they'll leave it lying around for when you're at risk...of reading it. Motel rooms. Prison cells. Public school detention rooms. Little booster shots to keep the misery and confusion rolling. They smash your face into the gravel until your existential Self has been broken and bloodied and then, with loving hands they'll pick you up just to tell you that it's not your fault.

Jesus died for you.

All you have to do is repent. As often as you need to, they'll be there to make you feel good about your traumatising inability to stop being confused.

All sinners get to Heaven so long as they confess. And humans, we literally love to confess. Humans don't understand why they've done what they've done, but they know when they've fucked up everything. They've hurt everyone, they've hurt themselves. Time to confess. Redemption wipes the slate clean. All that impurity lifted off their shoulders...deposited straight into the Vatican's Intel vaults to be filed away until...

Information is power.

That's how you beat all powers for 1500 years. You snuff out threats before the danger even realises they're a threat. This is the law being broken in every Confessional in the country and you think you live in a 'modern' world where religion has been relegated to a quaint institution and dioceses are going bankrupt and it's all good. Keep playing with your iPhone.

You know nothing about power. Power isn't easy to move along. It's gonna get moved along shortly but then it's no time for celebration.

Your suffering brings you close to Power. God was merely what they used. You're about to get thirsty because I know so little but I know logic and logic says nothing else is possible because water is so damn brilliant. They've got the world in a noose and it's literally Their Oyster. I'm sure you'll be fine actually. Children in Africa can't get any worse off amirite.

That's bad news for Asia. South America. So many children are going to die. Yawn.

What else is new.

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You stupid goofs.

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Alert and knowledgeable citizenry, coming through.

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So much genius in the above posts but I know how yall have been reduced so low that reading hurts your tiny minds. On the off chance you ever feel a compulsion to act in your own self interests, here is some more 'painful' reading that no one can refute.

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