skynigger i read your entire blog and watched every minute of those vids and i still dont see what the big deal is. im not a security expert by any means though.
but if it bothers you so much why dont u just switch to linux or mac
btw i do not disagree w u that ms is evil
yeah obviously I just hire experts who lie to me with misinformation and it's non-stop back and forth like that and since I stopped doing that, I've learned a lot more. Um those videos show a lot of corruption but you know every Unix OS is so corrupted it's almost too nauseating to discuss. Because I shouldn't be the person coming along from not being sure about whether the Recycle Bin deletes files or not or what the stupid UAC was and you know it took me like 3 months to learn that the builtin administrator account had to be activated by the administrator account which had to be activated from an elevated command prompt and none of these things are hard - but then they are when I'm posting "system 5 error" screenshots all over the internet asking for help on getting my builtin account activated and you know, we're almost at 11 months now, 30-40 long chat sessions with Microsoft Intel Apple HP Netgear etc and I've started maybe 300 individual forum threads, and hired close to 70 experts and bought 19 machines and 50 SSDs, 100 or so SD cards and USB flash drives and I've gotten guess how many helpful answers from people who know about computers.
a) 0
b) 3
c) you're all going to die
d) 6
2 or more answers maybe correct. it's literally unbelievable. This is what it comes down to now.
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: I thought I read something about the option for manufacturers or system assemblers to configure individual BIOS settings
: someone has corrupted the BIOS on every motherboard I have. so it must be configurable, so can you tell me how to configure my own BIOS? I mean can you show me how to change the layout, hide options, lock in fixed settings and so on? Yogesh: Jonny, I am sorry to inform you that you won't be able to configure your own BIOS, however you can make changes in BIOS by pressing F2 during POST.
This is a ridiculous lie. With the INTEL Integrator Toolkit you can flash these changes with a bunch of hidden settings from Windows or DOS.
: yeah, I mean I’m not that bright but I’m bright enough to read my screen during POST. So I figured out that ‘trick’. Not figuring out how I’m not supposed to be terrified right now, though. Because I can change the settings around, but then they are corrupted so...who knows, really.
: for example, I can deactivate virtual functionality in the BIOS, but then the motherboard doesn’t listen to my BIOS - not the BIOS I see, anyway.
: would the BIOS for say the DH67BL board be identical here as it would be in say...the US, or Europe? or do the Asian OEMs somehow get a look in? Yogesh: Jonny, to keep you informed BIOS, motherboard architecture, processor architecture, drivers and softwares which we provide will always be same regardless of region, however you can choose your desired language.
: hmm well I installed Genuine Windows into a brand new Intel system at 37,000 feet flying to Hong Kong. No Internet or sneaky rf / bluetooth / wireless obviously, at least, I can't imagine there would have been.
: but you know, when your motherboard is corrupted, it really doesn’t matter what operating system you load; the image is going to be corrupted. At 37,000 feet or sea level, every operating system I load is corrupted and I’m willing to be pragmatic, but the operating systems aren’t operational. no one would be using computers if everyone got what I get Yogesh: May I know what is the error message your are getting?
: "CMOS Checksum Error" "BIOS Bug" "Boot Failure" - but you know, the scary thing isn’t the error messages, it’s how many errors there are. We’re talking tens of thousands of error messages, millions if you count Windows or Linux or Mac logging error messages. All unique but they all say the same thing. It’s funny, they all tell me “No.” If I didn’t know better than to believe in mysticism, I’d think God was dabbling in Denial of Service.
: in short, the corruption is unfathomable. overwhelming. terrifying and horrible and you might say, complete? Yes, everything is completely corrupted. One wonders who even has that kind of access to pull off such a thing, an ex-Intel employee I guess. Yogesh: Jonny, will it be possible for you to clear CMOS battery for 20 to 30 minutes, which will reset your BIOS setting to factory settings.
: I've done that...lots
: this thing has me beat. Yogesh: If above troubleshooting step doesn't resolve the issue, then I request you to enter into BIOS, then clear the details in Event log.
o.m.g.
: …..
: I’m trying - like really hard - to spin that advice to sound a lot less like “DoS”, but all I can read is “You’re going to die, have you considered growing vegetables and tending to animals - because computers and the Internet aren’t for you.”
: I know you’ll refund all my money, at least for the systems I haven’t left in hotels around the world when I couldn’t exactly lug them all around with me, what with the horror and the sheer redundancy. But I need computers obviously, not refunds.
: resetting the CMOS clears the logs in the BIOS yes. Until next boot, I guess. Will it clear the millions of errors from my OS logs? You think this is a logging issue? Yogesh: Jonny, after clearing CMOS battery you are getting the same error message again, hence if get this error message again, I request you to enter in BIOS and clear Event log and see if this resolves the issue.
I have another chat somewhere where for 2 hours I basically try to show Intel these unexplained entries that have like 18 Google search hits showing up in my Boot order in the bios and after going away and researching them, he tells me that those entries aren't possible. I send him the photos but he won't accept them. Just tells me they're not possible I try everything and two hours of this Intel is not interested in looking at the screenshots so...
none of this is remotely horrifying. I'm going to die and maybe I'll talk about the horrifying stuff but I'm okay with dying. This race - this species - is not what I got into this mess for. It's not even human anymore. And I'm not talking about lizards and shit, I'm talking about humans being reduced to lowest common denominators and kept stupid for long I just I...just had no idea this was a race of inferior pitiful beasts too stupid to even feel sorry for
: well yes, but you told me I’m going to die already. why are you telling me again?
: oh. my bad. I see it’s my fault. but then you’ll have to forgive me but it’s not the Answer I was looking for. It’s not even a good ‘work-around’. Yogesh: However even after doing the same if you are getting same error message you can try updating your BIOS.
: I flash them with Intel firmware - successfully.
: except..nothing changes. At all. Nothing is reset, not even the CMOS or the date. Speaking of CMOS settings and batteries, did I tell you my motherboards don’t need them? True story, I should have told you that. You can do away with all batteries for the 10 billion motherboards you got operational, because I can make a video for you if you like, my CMOS settings are frozen - LOCK - solid. With no battery, I can do this indefinitely, for hundreds or thousands of boots. Unless you own the battery companies, I don’t see how it makes sense to even have the placeholder for a battery there.
: sigh - frankly I’m mildly surprised this isn't like a huge issue or something, it is for me obviously...but this must be something Intel knows all about?
: I got these subsystems going out of control lolz. I can't get even a corrupted OS online for longer than...a few hours, a day or two maybe
Yogesh: Jonny, I feel your motherboard is defective, I request you to go ahead and warranty claim for this motherboard.
: This is a refund, you’re offering. I understand, but I beg you to understand I don’t buy computers to claim refunds for them. That would be...? Buying into redundancy, too ridiculous - even for me. I’ve got 18 systems, I think. I’ve lost count. All are identical, even though the components aren't - and Intel’s official position on this phenomenon is “clear the logs” or “get a refund”?
:I guess so. Pretty hard to confuse that.
It's UEFI fyi if anyone cares. Obviously. Intel runs the world and AMD is fake. But its interesting. The Vatican owns Intel. Or Intel isn't in a position to say No. I'd be fascinated with why idiots think Iran's entire country runs on a secret Iranian microchip processor hahah.
you're all morons really. I didn't belong here in the first place.
I wrote this really sweet story on Xmas Day. 1100 words of Fitzgerald, but with punch. It's lost somewhere in 23,000 words of confused, repetitive wisdom. The 1100 souls got themselves separated which is ironic because well, it's a love story.
This world needs to read it. This world needs to read 40% of what I write. It's a damn shame the other 60% is going to salt the Globe's last gut-shot. You're going to read this story before I die. I will find it in this obfuscation, but then you are going to be burned for your luck this time. I'm incapable of deletion, so I'm gonna post out the chaff.
Just because I'm going to die soon, doesn't mean you have to read it. But you'd be a nigger for misappropriating this time slot.
____________________________ united we fall:a...THE love story.
The truth is, you knew as well as I did that I wasn't going to be able to salt that connection. It's impossible to be emotional and simultaneously sane. Everyone knows that!
So I just walked away.
Convenient, but true.
It’s a pity, though, that someone hasn’t opened a John-le-Carre-rent-a-puppy store. You know that store would do a raging trade. Play with a puppy with literally no emotional evolvement or expensive time commitment; and get a cheap deal on a real John le Carre, who will write your dumb stories for 10p /page. Yeah I know he’s gonna want more and just quietly I think desperate types will pay as high as 50p but I live in Bangkok so you let me handle the haggling yeah? If you haven’t already salted my entire Sun Tzu for the Art of Negotiating le Carre Remuneration game-plan already. Morons. Were you given reason to doubt that I got this shit?
Psychotic flashes of violent incoherence? Cover. Next question.
Enough. No more questions.
Let me tell you about this story and it’s a pity that I can’t organise to have a stooge in each of your respective crowds of 1, nudging you all to tell you “this is a good one, heard this one before†cause I would literally buy that Spam for you if I could. But I can’t afford you. Can you afford you?
That’s so much deeper than I actually even meant it to be.
And this story I need to tell you, it's the kind of story that should be meant. You know? No, of course you don’t. That's a shame. Because this is a story that needs telling by someone who knows what it means to mean something, and of course you don't know what to think because this is the kind of story that needs to be read by readers who understand and appreciate that stories come and stories go, and Spam promises and hype fades and tsunamis ebb but mostly they just flow away; and then what is the point? What is the meaning? What is there to live for, when all your deceit has been swept away?
Children.
I want you to remember that. Because this story is going to have it ups and downs, at times you will question the veracity of what you're reading and the validity of your worthiness to read anything - and at times, you will question yourself. Are you even real? Am I?
You'll question your faith.
I'll take you there. We'll pop the question. I'll be on my knees. But then this is not that kind of a love story. And the ending will not - likely - be Disney. And you will be angry, your life will have been changed, you will be in pain and you will want to know Why. You must prepare for all of this.
Why, indeed. You get awfully witty when you're in pain. But you're not in pain yet, so I cannot tell you, yet.
You will demand from me the Answer to the Question you have been asking your entire life of misery, disappointment, rejection and shame - and I know the answer you're looking for. I have all the answers, every answer because in late November in the Year of Our Lords Two Thousand and Ten, the Powers that create worlds - the Powers that created this world - had a very unlucky break. Ultimately, they got away with it. But it will never be lucky for them, or is that all it could - possibly - be? It's unlikely.
Aun was too late.
She could have saved the world, and if you think I'm exaggerating then you're a simpleton. You'll meekly win the inheritance only a nigger would promise to the meek - when he's promising eternal life and Kingdoms of Heaven to anyone who was retarded enough to give him the time of day, on the side.
I'm not a nigger, but I cannot save you. I can tell you some things about your slavery. Aun would have saved you, if only to kill you; but then Aun isn't capable of killing anyone sane.
Are any of you even safe?
Bring all ye meek unto me, and I'll explain to you what you'll inherit. Come in, closer - this is a story that must be whispered, to retarded friends. No one brags unless they are insane. Come in simpletons, let me wipe your drool away. Let me show you the Earth you are to inherit, and then you tell me why your anger at nigger messiahs doesn't get so retarded it's makes you furiously sane.
It's too late. Aun was too late. She was your messiah, your last legitimate draw. 38 kg of insanity, and I've never hit a girl. I struck out at 38 kg of Evil once, but then I stopped - thankfully - before I did any damage. You can get killed if you're that stupid and I've got a glass jaw. I would shatter across the room. But I'm not talking out of my hat, you know.
38 kg of culpable deniability, and she would deny being involved with your body - so convincingly, no human would ever make her look for more than a terrified expression. She'd be all shook up, and then she'd be laughing. Not at you not at death, you're worthless if you're dead. Aun lives and let lives. A fraction of a second after embarrassing a coroner or a police officer, Aun would think of you for the last time. It's called optimality. Dead men tell no tales.
Which is another way of saying, you can't kill them again. Aun would be powerless. Aun wouldn't care for Double Jeopardy, because what is that stupidity anyway. Aun would laugh at laws like that. Then Aun would just kill you over and over, and over, and over and over, and over again. Nothing could save you. Except death, I guess.
I had no other options. I was escaping and I thought how angry Aun would be, without realising it. I smirked a little private 'victory'. Aun doesn't like being cheated but then no one escapes death with death; not even terrified niggers too confused to understand - anything.
Like me.
I really might have been the dumbest person alive. But intelligence, is an illusion. Like so many other things, including but not limited to, everything.
My stupidity was an illusion because you have to believe me, I'm not stupid enough to think I could cheat death - but I'd be lying if I claimed I wasn't excited at finding what could have been a loop-hole. It wasn't, in the end. Because you can't cheat death. But if you're me, when you try something like that - I mean, one has to imagine it's not guaranteed - but you could suddenly become the most intelligent nigger alive. I mean, I have every reason to believe this. I did this once, and this actually happened to me.
Let me tell you about it. It's really quite a sweet story. You might really like it, if you're into romantic sorts of things. It's just a sweet, silly story. I've given you all the wrong idea. All this morbidity. All this murder. Death and what am I thinking. I jumped right to the end! Forgive me. Let me start with the beginning. Let's do this properly.
This is a love story, and it's very sweet. I'm very sweet, and my name is Darcy. Work with me. Last year, I fell in love with a girl named Aun. She was really sweet. She still is, for all I know. You need to care about Aun, because she's important. Actually, she's so important the entire world needs to care about her. She is very pretty, but then that is not why she is important. Some people might think that is a reason to be wary, around her - but you couldn't possibly be that stupid, or insulting. Could you?
Aun is very pretty, but she's important because she has the finest mind I've ever met. Sorry, if you don't know me, you might think I'm talking about love not being skin-deep or some filthy bullshit like that. Nah. Love is insanity, and the filthy corruption has rotted it's way clean through the core of humanity. It's actually why humanity - far more than at any point in all of human history - has never been quite this inhumane. It's because of love. This is fact.
The reason Aun's mind is important, is because it's the finest mind I have ever seen. And the reason why that is important, is I have the finest mind you've ever seen. You've probably never seen inside Vos' mind, but I show you the inside of mine all the time. Effectively, Aun is one of the most brilliant people alive. And she's very pretty. And she weighs 38 kg. And that's why she's dangerous, in exactly that order.
The reason why you shouldn't be afraid of Aun is because Aun might not kill you! This is fact, I wouldn't lie to you. I went out with her for a year. We saw people all the time that she didn't kill. Don't be afraid.
Because if you're afraid, she probably will kill you. Or she could. Thanks to you.
"The only thing you have to fear is fear itself."
I like the guy who should have said that. FDR said that and I have no attraction to his body or his mind. It's a pity JFK didn't say that because JFK said cool things like that. And they splatted his blood all over a whore named Jackie. Ohh, I think you knoow what I'm talking about. But the reason they killed him in front of you, is as important as the reason why he had to die. You cannot say things similar to the above brilliant Truth about fear, and be allowed to prove the point, to morons.
He proved the point, all over Jackie. But then you're a moron, and you had just started doing the very thing FDR told you to stop doing. You're a real piece of work when you do that, do you know that? What do you know. You know nothing. Because you cannot learn anything when you're too busy being idiotically afraid. FDR's point was not that there are dangers, his point was that you are a moron for being terrified of them because if they want to kill a President down the line they will just do that shit and they will splat your blood all over any whore nearby and they literally couldn't care if her name was Jackie or Marilyn or your mother. Actually, your mother is working for the plantation in an important role, calm down.
Stop being afraid. You couldn't possibly be so stupid as to think - in terror - that you could protect yourself from someone like me or Aun; if we wanted to do something to you, the only way you could protect yourself might be if you were listening to JFK and you didn't fear fear, itself. Aun cannot hurt you unless you are afraid, I simply wouldn't have the motive.
But your ball of idiotic fears which only hurt you are about as interesting as toilet paper. This story is about Aun, because Aun could have saved the world, but it's all too late. I think. Because I only think things and don't know them, it's important that you not listen to me about how irrelevant things are, because I'm the most intelligent person alive with the exception of John le Carre.
And le Carre is not writing about Aun, and that means, you're in the right place for the first time in your miserable life. Pity about it being the wrong time, but then - very good. That was a test, and I passed. Did you?
Aun might be the smartest person alive but then she doesn't care about you so she wouldn't be worth reading. She doesn't really write actually. She can. She's never been to school, but then she reads and writes a few languages better than you. And she could communicate with you up to and beyond your capacity to communicate via Extra Sensory Perception.
I'm not into the paranormal. But Aun can speak fluent ESP and you could be into the paranormal if you had the intelligence to be spoken to and the idiocy that prevents your realisation that your perceptive powers are grossly unserviceable. Aun speaks with her expressions, and her eyes. Her timing, her movements, her failures to time or more or express anything. She speaks with a language humans would all be speaking because it's fundamentally lazy. When Aun and I spoke this way, we literally never misunderstood each other.
I wish I never opened my mouth. Or my eyes. Mostly, my eyes. My mouth is stupid, what trouble is it going to get into? Tough guys? With def posses? Please. I've been beating up on them for a decade. Nah I'm just a bully. I have never thrown a punch or taken one. And I say literally whatever is on my mind because a very creepy Evil once told you to not criticise her, if you don't have compliments to give her. But your whore mother and her Evil are less interesting than toilet paper.
Of course she's going to want compliments, not criticism. It's because she's vile and Evil and almost too horrifying to be real. That's why I state facts. Your silence has been allowing her to hurt you in horrible ways for a very long time. Yes, I'm talking about your Mother, she's the only one who ever had a disturbed 'motive' to hurt you and she hurt you when you didn't see it coming. She's been hurting you since. She's really Evil. What you do with her is your business. I'm just giving you the Intel. She doesn't want you to be happy, all she cares about is emotional addiction and her filthy relevance and if she wasn't putrid, she'd have taught you about your interests and why you should always act in the best interests of you. Did she do this?
No.
She told you to do things because your doing them would make her happy. This is a crime punishable by death because she's taking your life and flushing it down her emotional toilet. And she toilet is more creepy and filthy and vile than any toilet in the world - tied with billions of other mothers, including a filthy whore who does this shit non-stop who happens to have the same last name as me. But my whore Mother is less interesting then newspaper in a portaloo in Bombay, India. Where they wash their shit away with their hand? I hate having to be amazing, and point it out. Because sometimes I'm amazing without realising. And then everyone misses out.
I don't want you to miss out on hearing the story about how Aun and I met. Let me tell you this story. It's really sweet. You'll love it. It's like Serendipity, or something. It's the sweetest story. You'll see.
But first you need to understand why Aun is so lovable. It's because you don't get a choice. She decides who cares to destroy and if you are someone who she has an interest in, she will make you fall in love because you could be the guy of her dreams. But chances are you're just a dumb nigger so Aun will kill you. Well it will really be up to you. But it's safe to say you would die because you wouldn't be in Aun's world if you were not someone who was one of the billions who are corrupted by the darkest truths of humanity. You know exactly what I'm talking about; don't play coy with me! If you're really stupid, what are you even doing alive?
If you're not, Aun will work with you and fixing that problem you have with life. You can run away at any time, but you cannot possibly be expected to leave because Aun will have given you a glimpse or a taste of Heaven and this is not an accident do not be insane, or...
What did I just say? Rest in Peace.
If you take that bait, if you fall for her glimpse of paradise, if you are stupid enough to think that you could get Disney; then Rest - child - in Peace. Because you would be dead. Or maybe you wouldn't be into Paradise? In which case, you'd live. Maybe. It's that simple. She shows you an illusion and then she slams the door in your face and oh she doesn't want to hurt you! What motive could she have to hurt you? She just doesn't care if you live or die - she's following her heart. Oh. You thought she loved you, huh? After one day.
It's hilarious. You would be perfectly sane. And you would feel like the most insane person alive. It's called shame. It's a trick. She will make you fall in love in 1 day flat, and then she will try not to hurt you as she mocks you for your pathetic insanity. Like I told you, she's really sweet. I loved her to death. And almost proved it. but then I never fell in love in with her. I woke up one day and I wasn't afraid any longer. I was terrified. I was in pain. And Aun was confused. For real. Aun had only hurt me because I was getting too cool for school. She squeezed at a very unexpected time for her, unpracticed. She squeezed in frustration, because no one had lasted 3 weeks before! Fact.
It was all an illusion. I was just hanging on. Then she shook the branch in frustration and I dropped. And she was so relieved. i did love her! Thank god. Aun was so happy I almost cried. No this is not that kind of a love story. I cried because Aun was happy. I had lost. And she had won, unexpectedly. Game over. She wasn't going to be into me for long. I knew it. She was damn near in love with me.
Three days later, I said Goodbye for the last time. In normal time. But I have tricks, too. And Aun cried out, in pain. So surprised, I fell in love all over again. And back and forth. The merry-go-round of insanity.
This is love, at the extreme.
This is love, when love has evolved.
This is love, when love is better than love ever wanted to be. Well, yes, it is sweet. Or it might be if it wasn't a lie from the start. There is no love. There is only obsession. Belonging. Possessing. Control. There is impressing.
And there is wanting to impress, or wanting to please.
And victims of whores who deserve guillotines (mothers are extinct) run smack into each other across this entire globe of screams. Love crashing into misery. Misery crashing into hate. Hatred crashing into apathy. Apathy crashing into deceit. Deceit crashing into pain.
Pain just stands there and screams.
This is the world, you're welcome to it. Where did you think you were? Somewhere sane? This is insanity, on the edge of insanity. There's no reason. There's just pain. And in pain, in terror, we do the most terrifying things. It's because we're stupid and we're afraid. We're afraid of fear, itself. And in fear, we open up and expose ourselves to people like Aun. And Aun has no motive for you to suffer. She'll just kill you after hammering in the tent pegs of your caring. Then she'll decide you're just too into her. Sorry.
She'll never be into that.
And whether you live or die from that point will really be up to you. Which means. You live if your 'mother' was not as creepy as most. Otherwise, you die.
And the blood sprayed clean across the room.
No, not mine. It belonged to no one. It was non-blood. It had no owner. The human it used to belong to was beyond caring about such Earthly things. He'd been dead for ages, for as long as the arc of blood was floating peacefully, he'd been at peace. Blood floating magically sailing across the room, dirty house music seemingly suspending it - everything in slow motion.
Physics is a beautiful thing. Until it is interrupted. I was angry that you interrupted it, but then I saw your face. No one could be as terrified as you, at interrupting something so beautiful. I forgave you.
Blood sprayed across the room, and a lot of it seemed to land on this one guy's face. It was just funny. I dunno why. The truth is, I did know why. I didn't like him for some reason. Couldn't honestly tell you why. I could. He was - too - happy. Leading up to his headbutt with physics. I don't like that sort of person. Are they faking? That's creepy. But if they aren't?
That's just fucking disturbing. Unless you're very high. He wasn't. he wasn't even drunk and I must have spent 1 or maybe 2 seconds in my entire life 'on' him, and I already knew things about him he wouldn't know about himself, like - for example - he was overdoing his fraud. he needed to tone it down. No one is that happy, unless you're fucking insane. It would simply be insane to be that happy, if you had a reason. Without a reason? I think you can see where this is going? Exactly.
If you could, you'd probably be as creepy or as insane as this guy. I sized him up in a couple seconds flat but then I was laughing at the blood splashing his face because my mind is an amazing thing. I could tell you a lot more about him from those 2 seconds but he's not important. It was just funny. Because he started screaming, in horror.
Have you ever heard a grown man scream in horror? It's hilarious - I wish I should tape it - no it's not terrifying at all, it's just funny. It sounds like a child gasping for air after you've hit it and then gotten very cool on it, cause did it want a reason to be crying? Children don't. But then it already had one. So it's trying to get rid of its reason before it gets two reasons. I love doing that to children and watching them try to throw away their reason to cry.
What the children don't realise, is I was lying. I wouldn't give them a second reason unless they didn't have a good reason the first time I hit them. If they can't get rid of their reason, clearly I hit them harder than I thought.
I'm not insane. I'll kill you before I hit a child. But then all of the above is true, in reverse. Rewind 20 years. And that was the Reality which was the first 14 years of my life. I have to tell you about it. It's all related. I was born to the worst of parents. An imbecile and a malicious whore. I was never going to get 'lucky' there.
And my imbecile and my creep were addicted to sex! Truth. I know! I am. You wouldn't
talk about your parents having sex but then your parents weren't in the Children of God. Google it. I just did Spam's work. For Spam. Hey read a bit. Look for the cool shit. Oh there's cool shit. I have literally never Googled that phrase. Nah.
Maybe in another 20 years.
I'll kill you for pitying me. So you want to watch that shit too. But no the truth is I just don't like unpleasant things. I grew up in the Children of God sex cult which is insanity and religious extremism, sexual perversion and purity all bundled together living in obscurity and hiding, hiding out and fucking and having a dozen babies a mother whilst waiting for the Armageddon, the Four Horsemen, the Apocalypse, the Rapture, the End of Days....
...my parents were waiting for Judgement Day.
It was coming "this weekend". For my entire childhood. And that means, things. You don't go to school when 7 billion people are dying this weekend. You don't read 'pointless' books. Just the Book. You don't watch television. You don't' want movies. You don't read newspapers. You had never heard of a magazine. You don't play with balls or toys or what the fuck is wrong with children these days. Whilst waiting for the Armageddon you fuck. And breed. I understood this.
What I didn't understand was this. Why the fuck could I not eat sweets? It's the fucking Apocalypse and my parents weren't slipping on their 'faith'. I say this to explain to you the kind of people they are. They gave us to pedophiles because did you think that cult was established by people with an interest in children and no interest in children naked?
Is there...such a thing?
You would do children a great disservice if you didn't spent an idiotic minute thinking about it, idiot. That's all I'm saying.
I'll give you a minute. Fucking think about it, you fucking idiot. I'll count you down.
...
Okay, time is up. Did you think? That's your answer. Yes? I hope you're prepared to show your working. Next question.
Why?
What possible motive could someone have to be interested in children but not interested in children naked? Your denial is a terrifying thing.
I was brighter than them at seven years old. I ran rings around them all for the next seven years. Lots of backhands, lots of physical violence. Lots of emotional abuse. Like threats of Biblical molestation? Which create fear? Lots of fucked up shit like three months where I wasn't allowed to speak, not even when spoken to. And you know, I'll fuck your ear with my erect cock if you feel sorry for me because I wasn't feeling sorry for me. I was feeling sorry for those who didn't have the intelligence to make pedophiles hate them; or avoid what you will find to be irresistible, when you're in a similar position to them.
You're not much brighter than them. You've got a lot of cocky, for such an exploitable little mind. Or maybe you're a terrifying creep, pretending to be...something, generic? Only morons can ever fall for that moronic trick.
I used to fall for that shit all the time..?! But only when I was a moron, for real. At seven if you thought I was, the idiocy was on you. The The trick is to strike first, against Middle Men. Ask some questions. They're always exploitable! Watch.
My first question (I was 7).
"God loves me. But I'm confused. I can have a personal relationship with God, right? (right) So why are there all these vessels in the way?"
Crack. (from a vessel, in the way).
I'm literally one of the most amazing people alive. Now I'm one of the brightest. There were twenty years in the middle, when I was almost too stupid to be alive. What this means is that I was very nearly too stupid to be alive, often. But only on more than a dozen occasions. Well of course, this is Earth.
They don't like smart people here. Do you understand what that means and why? No?
Hmm. I'll keep an eye on you. Yes, would have been the right answer. Unless you're me. They have been keeping their eye on me for a very long time.
I was onto their scam when I was seven. I'm not talking about the cult. Who gives a fuck about them? I'm talking about the most powerful people alive. I'm talking about the Catholic Church. God will you permit me to boast a second question?
There's no God, so it seems I'm in the clear. One of my early questions, but only because I had a voice like an angelic angel.
"God likes the music of choirboys when we sing. Does he hate the screaming of girls, when they try to do the same thing?"
Because everyone knows, but at 7 I knew, why girls would annoy God's ears with their demonic screaming. They're trying yes. But everyone in the world knows, girls can't sing!
Even I knew that..!
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This is a story about Aun, and that means it's a story about the survival of the human species. It's not going to pan out. The species, I mean. Because this isn't a movie where you can throw the brakes, lock up your transmission and coast past destruction with an inch to spare or some shit. This is real life. And in reality, the entire species is coasting towards extinction.
And we'll all be resting in peace shortly because you don't turn corruption around? How stupid are you, exactly? Where did you even go to Planetary Primary? I thought so.
In reality, you don't get Evil a clean break because you let that shit in, and you've let the wrong ones in. Uh oh. Curtains.
You can let in whomever you want now, and they can't save us. Not even Aun can save us. No one can save us now. You cannot turn this ship around. This isn't your delusions. You will have 7 billion demented robots who are dysfunctional.
You already have 7 billion demented robots who are dysfunctional. You won. The game is over. Only the robots are still faking, but then they're demented. They're all afraid. They're having an impossibly good time, though..! (look, just play along). Except at night, when the entire globe screams in terror.
But when the morning breaks, you dry your tears away and you put on your brave and happy face. Because laugh and a world in pain will want to laugh with you; cry and....
...well it should be Obvious why no one is really into that.
Why would anyone in pain, trying desperately to - fake - happiness, be into that? No one is into that, but they'll scream at you if you let the idiotic facade of HAPPY HAPPY PLAY JOY SMILE..drop. You scream, I scream, we all scream...everyone screams only at suffering, to tell it to get the fuck away from our HAPPY!
We don't like unpleasant suffering and misery, don't bring your unpleasantness near me!
No one likes unpleasantness; least of all, Aun. I'm not far behind.
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