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[SkyNigger]

Love.

If you fall in love, you should be placed into an asylum until you are safe. You're not dangerous yet, but you are in danger from whomever made you fall in love with them. If they love you, you should be sent to an asylum one at a time.

Everyone is brainwashed about this insanity called Love. But wherever did this Insanity come from? I happen to know a thing or two about the Birds & the Bees of Love.



Or are you a bit like my mother? So imbecilic it's implausible. And that's when I realised she's not as dumb as she seems. She's just more vile than I realised. Are you a bit like that? Because you know a few tricks up your sleeve about Games of Attraction. Emotional Manipulation. Wanting What You Cannot Have, Not Wanting What You Have Made to Love You.

You know Love is used for options, which you think is a good thing cause who wouldn't want the world to Love them? Who wouldn't want lots of a good thing? Convince them all to Love you and you could have millions of exclusive girlfriends.

Or billions of children.

Toddlers, you are children who have had your brains snapped and cracked to be bound tightly just like the feet of Chinese women (who were lucky, and sexy, and valued for their tiny feet). Do you know when you'd value deformed feet? When you believe a woman is a blowup doll and you have your own personal tastes. So you make a model to suit your specifications and maybe you're Hugh Hefner and everyone wants a blowup doll like yours.

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It was usual to bind the feet of the eldest daughter, who was intended to be brought up as a lady. Her large-footed sisters would grow up to be bond-servants or domestic slaves, and, when old enough, the concubines of rich men or the wives of laboring men. The tiny narrow feet were considered beautiful and to make a woman's movements more feminine and dainty.

One is natural and UGLY. The other is unnatural and BEAUTIFUL.

One is natural. One is unnatural. Like your mother's face before and after chemical exposure to cosmetics that are not tested on animals. Seriously I have Googled this. What the fuck. Can someone explain what they are tested on now that they are no longer tested on animals?

Of course they're still tested on animals. You only have to read the insulting drivel from the industry to know their stance on the issue.

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"...an industry that has done more than any other to develop and promote the use of alternatives."

Hah. And Catholics have done more than any other religion to cut down on choirboy rape.

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But although animal testing for cosmetics was banned in the EU three years ago, it is still legal in Britain to sell products animal-tested in other parts of the world, including the USA and Canada. In China, such testing is a legal requirement.

The torture of animals for the exploitation of women continues. Well it's for a good cause!

Why do you think I'm talking about this? Aside from the fact that your minds are deemed beautiful to those who break them and bound them because they don't like you thinking BIG thoughts or looking UP or asking questions like WHY. Like, for example, the question relating to why - why - why do you lie all the time?

I know the answer. You feel you're being shrewd.
And the Chinese ladies with deformed feet felt they were pretty.
And your mother feels she's making herself presentable.



You think this is some ancient barbaric practice?

You're an ancient barbaric practice.

There are women alive today with their feet bound. Don't you understand how 'ancient' human HORROR is? The barbaric insanity has never stopped. It's ongoing. It's everywhere. None of you care. Most of you don't even like to read.



Your minds are just like these feet.

You fucking animals. You're doing things to each other that are incomprehensible...and you're all in denial about it. How cute. You just wanna party huh? 555

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More than two thirds of women would be too scared to go to work without a full face of make-up, it has been revealed.

Leaving the house bare-faced for the commute to work would be more stressful than public speaking, a job interview or even a first date for most women.

Wipe that filthy cosmetic shit off your mother's face. Or bind her fucking feet. Have some fucking consistency with your erotic insanity. Imagined for you all by creeps who used build pyramids and now they dictate to Universal, Disney, Paramount, MGM, Sony BMG, Virgin Records, CNN, BBC etc. Communicated to you via your preferred choice of subversive 'entertainment' medium. Like www.YouTube.com. Adopted by you and owned by you because you imbeciles think just because you chose what movie to watch and because you think you made up your own minds about what is pretty and what is unattractive, what is sane and what has a picture of you in the dictionary, if you look up the definition.

You didn't decide anything. Imbeciles. Your minds were made up for you by creeps. It's as easy as this.



This picture was in TIME Magazine a few weeks ago. It's a cinema in China.

The movie? Sentimentalism, in 3D. These sappy movies are nothing but a Confidence Trick played on the unwitting by the snivelling. You snivel but I'm talking about snivelling out of your league.



The Confidence Trick is Love. Sentimentalism. Idealism. And all the creepy 'sweet' exploitative fantasies sold to you by every creep who wants to write wholesome children's propaganda like Twilight with it's pedophile and introduction to imprinting horror; Hunger Games where the heroine wins without actually having any agency of her own, Chronicles of Narnia or the Holy Bible putting children on the battlefield instead of creeps (without whom there would be no battles).

Or any and every filthy love story (just say No). Millions and Billions of individual Love Stories which are about as sweet as Creep meets Younger Creep-in-Making, Creep exploits Mini-Creep, Creep & Creep look for Young Creeps to LOVE. It's the Love Game. Everyone learns to play. No one wins though.

That's why Love is insane. Love is a Confidence Trick played on the Young by the Creepy. Bind your mother's feet already. Get some consistency with your barbaric horror, you quad-polar emotional freaks.

Is that too much to ask?

Would it help if I asked nicely? Said the magic word? Please. Pretty please with a cherry on top, STOP.

Stop the stupid lie that is your "biological clock ticking".

No mother-to-be can explain their need to bring a child of their Own into the world. Why not Rent -to-Own a child of Humanity, presently orphaned; who need and want a mother to give them the emotional development they need but I have every reason to believe they'll settle for a Toddler in lieu of a mother. That's you!

No father-to-be can explain their need to sew their wild oats. You fucking creeps. What is so good about your seed that makes it superior to an orphan's genetic makeup?

Wait. Let me channel your answers.

"No comment."

"I don't have to put up with this abusive shit."

"I don't need to answer these rude questions."

"I refuse to accept your invalid frame of reference.

"Honey, you don't need to answer him. Don't give the bully what he wants."

I'm a bully. They've called me a bully for asking them to explain why they feel a certain way. Which means I'm a bully for doing the most decent thing in the world. I wish everyone would ask me that question non-stop. But I'm a bully?

"TAKE YOUR PREGNANT WHORE AND LEAVE."

I actually said that. I don't know why they thought I believed this was How To Win Friends And Influence People behaviour, but they did. They announced they would be severing their friendship, on account of my insanity.

Do what you have to do, Christian Narcissistic Breeders, but do it away from me. I had to throw them out. If I didn't, they'd probably still be standing there talking about how they're horrified and how they're going to leave.

I'd throw you all out if it were up to me.

You're a rotten race of corrupted creeps. No offence?

You're all offended. The majority? The democratic right of the majority of the exploited to cannibalise their young. You are trying to spin this insulting bullshit as the moral high ground?

You'd be better off going with "might being right" or "birthright / heritage ownership rights". Your planet?

I wouldn't want a piece of this insanity if you gave it to me. If you all have the same preference for cannibalisation of your own, then I'm kicking along. If I'm one of the 1% of the 1% of the 1% of the total that isn't insane? Fuck it.

Fuck your exploited mothers. Fuck your pencil-dicked fathers. Fuck your movie studios and your suffering to please.

No everything is cool. Good evening Overlords, just playing is all.

Fuck your certainty. Fuck your insanity. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck it. I'll leave.

The Sane Drain.

You don't like Sanity here. I've noticed. You all just want to breed your Own to Own. Yours. Possessed. Controlled. Your property. Your thing.

Whatever you sickos are into. You're into your kids? Figures.

Sorry kids. I didn't do much but then what are you doing to do? Emancipation of the foot comes from the feet not blushing with pride when it's chosen as the best to put forward yafeelsme?

I can tell you do not. In that case, enjoy Miley Cyrus' inexplicable fashion sense.



And kids, get ready to Suffer in order to Please. I hear they're really big into that here. Yeah very strange huh?

Your parents are Pleased when you Suffer. Think about that.

You're Pleased when Olympians Suffer. Think about that.

Who else are you Pleased to make Suffer?

The little boy on the battlefield. The little girl in the bedroom.

"You should Suffer to Please creeps." What the fuck is wrong with all of you? You think this insanity is natural?

"Every child should love their mother." Says who? Your mother! And the creeps who exploit her.

When you can't understand why the pain hurts so bad you want to scream, just remember:

"The JEALOUS LORD works in mysterious ways." They're not really all that mysterious. He's just deranged. Your mother isn't remotely mysterious. She's just awkward, creepy and insane.

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Distilled version of things is roughly this- at around 14 or so, I discovered I HATED television. I couldn't stand it any longer, as I sat and watched actors pretend to chase villians who were also actors with rubber guns, I found myself annoyed to no end that my parents would watch such drivel in a complete trance. Talking, even sometimes clearing one's throat, was enough to spark utter contempt and outrage by my parents, it was just intolerable.

People don't like it when you disturb them when they're concentrating on being 'entertained'. If you're an employer in Manila who wants your Catholic staff to stay back late...

Through their soaps? Work RIGHT THROUGH their soaps? Without watching them?

You couldn't pay them enough overtime. No. I am telling you there are things more important to them than the fact that they can't feed their children. Like you treating them with emotional 'respect'. You can pay them $1 / day. Just treat them with respect OKAY!? You can have sex with their prepubescent child, we all have a right to our sexual preferences. Just make sure you treat them with respect OKAY!?

You cannot make them work through their evening soaps. That is _not_ respectful.

You should see these soaps. They're horrifying propaganda for vassals telling them how to feel, what not to dare to thing, showing them what happens if they do this or that or feel this or that way.

You should see the horror of these soaps. You already have. It's just an issue of degrees, of nausea.

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However, I have come to realize something important- television is to my parents as narcotics have been to me. It's all pain relief afterall, and that is one of the biggest revelations I have had in---well, EVER.

Heh. Literally didn't even get to the next paragraph you wrote before ranting the above.

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I escaped reality. I was compelled to do it, though I did not understand why.

I have a theory? Reality was painful. Call me crazy.

I hear Fantasy is good for pain relief. A Christian named Walt believed.

You have no idea how creepy Disney truly is.



They Love you. So they teach you how to be Insane. They Confidence Trick everyone into screaming in Pain. There, there Princess.

"I know it hurts. Awwh come tell your patronising matron all about it."

"But I'm fine?"

"Awwh baby. My little boy being brave. It's okay to feel bad but you don't have to feel bad."

*horror*

My horrifying mother really wanted me to feel her emotions. Why, if I was an imbecile I might have given her the love you gave yours. The fealty. The trust. The unconditional setup to be betrayed by your own stupid gullibility.

"Love is all there is to betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love."
- le Carre

Those who have no wish to betray your trust will never require you to trust them. Those who have no wish to exploit you will never require you to love them.

Personally, I hardly give a fuck. Enjoy your lives of pain. It's literally what you're born, bred and raised for. LOVE = HATE = INSANITY = NEED = BREED = YAY.



But don't you Toddlers all love your filthy "makeup sex".

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I now do not pay much attention to people because they have their own shit to do, their own sense of fashion, their own ideas.

Actually that's why you should pay attention to them lolz. You cannot be an island. You need feedback. The trick is not to lose your sense of Self. That way, your friends can tell you that you have purple teeth from drinking a bottle of Shiraz at dinner and look comical and it's nothing to worry about so long as you don't go near any children. Or girls. Or animals prone to being startled or skittish.

Could not possibly offend.

The Reality?

No one wanted to hurt my feelings, I suppose. They very nearly died. Over-reaction? I don't think so. I'd been drinking Shiraz for months. Rough months. Lots of strange creepy shit. Killing them would have been an under-reaction.

The key is to separate the valuable information from the filth. You should be able to process the information without feeling the emotionally exploitable manipulatable pain. Try and surround yourself with uncorrupted creeps. I'm afraid this is where the journey of discovery goes pear-shaped in game theory. The Insanity has gone viral. Whether you like it or not, whether you are capable of being infected or not, the Insanity will touch you whether you are Inane or Not.

When I landed in Bangkok, the first thing my friend P said, literally as she walked in the door, was a sharp cry in surprise: "YOU'RE FAT."

I was like "Yes! Omg it's good to be back." That's Back to Sanity.

I hadn't been sure about my weight, actually. Didn't really care, just hadn't been sure if I was actually getting fatter or if I was just thinking negative. That's pretty easy to do in the Hell on Earth that is Catholic Anywhere. The food in Manila is so filthy and greasy, it's impossible to eat anything that isn't soaked in putrid oil. I got pimples at 31. Greasy skin literally oozing oil. Flatulence. Indigestion. Massive weight gain. The food is inedible filth. You think all this is a coincidence?

You'd be a moron for being so imbecilic to believe these things are coincidental. I was fat. I suspected as much. It's not a problem because how could it be? I don't want to be fat so I won't be. In Thailand I can eat as much as I want and lose weight because they don't roll around in grease like one of Moses' priests helping himself to the result of all the "Sweet Savours" everyone had to burn for their transgressions which had pissed off their JEALOUS LORD.

Truth is never a problem. Only lies create pain. That's why you all lie. It took me a long time to see your Evil hidden inside your implausible Stupidity. They're interchangeable.

Telling someone they're fat could not possibly be a problem unless they were insane and wanted to believe they weren't fat whilst remaining fat? WTF insane fatties. Time to stop being the victims of your creepy parents' lies.

No one in Catholic Manila would ever as unfathomably 'rude' as P had just been, with Honesty. In Manila, they'd just love you for Who you are not how you look. That means, your heritage hah. Your money. Your power. Your reputation. Your idiotic illusions. In Thailand, they're a lot more sane.

They're not like the children of Catholicism who love you. Baby they only hope you LOVE them too? Baby tell them that you do? They don't care if it's true? Are you okay?

Are you okay?

If everyone who said that was killed instantly, the world would be a much better place. It's pure Catholicism. That question is pure Insanity. Look at the answers:

• "No. I'm not okay. I am insane and I was just waiting for you to ask me before I would permit myself to speak about how not okay I am."
  
• "Yes. I'm okay. What made you believe I was not? What made you believe I would not be okay, and remain silent?"

The question ARE YOU OKAY? is Insane.

Demented emotional freaks think Truth could hurt. The only thing that can hurt is lies. Why would P's impulsive surprise cry of Truth hurt me unless I was insane and wanted to live in FANTASY whilst I operated in REALITY...?

You would think her rude for her honesty. You insane beast.
You would make her lie to you. You fucking animal.
You would be offended. You tortured Catholic excuse for a wretch.
You made me lie to you. You should have died but I didn't kill you.

Force someone to lie to you and all bets are off the table. They can and should kill you and it will be just. If you have a problem with the penalty for your viral insanity, stop being the first aggressor.

I should find the person who did this to P. I should put him and his entire family (up to 5.8 degrees of separation) out of their misery.

I was laughing in genuine delight, only to have my face swiped backwards into horror. P was horrified. She'd realised what she'd just said. Oh no!

Honesty.

The humanity. How could she have been so thoughtless. She'd not meant to hurt my feelings. I watched this tragic idiocy of Catholics play out on her face. Her pity. Sympathy. Compassion. All genuine. All worthy of capital punishment, in a vacuum. She was so annoyed with herself.

I had only contempt for the insanity I had just celebrated the absence of. She rushed to apologise. I recoiled instinctively. She felt terrible. She hadn't seen me in four months or so. She'd forgotten to be all awkward. So so stupid. She was making up for the lack of awkward and apologising for the sanity.

I was backing up against the desk as she moved forward to explain she didn't mean it. I wasn't fat. She was trying make me feel better.

I had to fight the urge to put her out of her misery.

She'd been corrupted. I all but certain I cannot get infected again. But I lose anyway because Insanity touches everyone.

Even if you're sane, you lose.

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skynigger is God!!!!!

This is true.

Now give me all your money, gold and jewels. The prettier of your daughters. And the most angelic of your sons. You faggots, I will have priests that must be called to serve me.

No fucking questions. No complaints.

I am very emotional and Jealous even though I am almighty. Don't fight the insanity, split your legs already.

And don't forget to tell everyone the Good News. It's what you'd want them to do unto you if they knew the Truth that you know.