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.
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.
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.
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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