thats true gare ape could learn plenty from us but unfortunately he is not able to join in the discussion which is a shame as i am always happy to talk with my main man grapes
Well i have had a good bit of practice at finding the sweet flight deals on the internets.
My new favourite site is skyscanner.net
Hmm I know about skyscanner. The thought just struck me that it's not outside the realm of possibility that my perception of flight prices might be 'fractionally' skewed by my propensity to a) book a couple days before I have to fly (assuming I'm that organised), and b) booking flights after I miss flights on days where I _have_ to leave for whatever reason/s (usually VISA-related).
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I am flying with malaysiaairlines who are supposed to be a decent airline but so long as i me and my bags get to my destination on time i dont care who i fly with really.
Try flying AirAsia or CebuPacific sometime and you could revise that position. MalaysiaAir is actually pretty good, their planes are a bit old but really it's not about the airline as much as it's about being lucky enough to get "ghetto first class" - empty flights are god, the difference between lying down across 3-4 seats and waking up at your destination v being cramped by some fat fuck who is too cheap to pay for the 1.3 seats he or she is occupying.
I was once so FURIOUS in this spot I started letting this Qantas air hostess just have it. And no one gives it quite like I let people have it, when I'm indignant. This stupid girl; when we boarded I could immediately tell it was a ghetto first class situation, but when I went to occupy an entire empty row this flight attendant whore sent me back to my assigned seat "for takeoff". I'm like "how does it matter?" She just did that thing that mothers do when they don't have an answer but RULES are RULES OKAY!?
I returned to my seat for takeoff. The instant the seatbelt light went off, I got up and almost threw up in horror. Ghetto first class was fully occupied. I swore under my breath and returned to my seat. What can you do when nonsensical rules are selectively enforced arbitrarily, but sulk? I sulked until the grossly overweight whore in the seat next to me fell asleep and her blubber rolled over onto me. I am not one to 'politely' suffer there, I shoved her narcissist legs of ham, I elbowed her in the kidneys, but I was powerless against her fat rolls (which I grudgingly conceded were remarkably effective as a defence mechanism; "defence-in-depth" is the technical term, I believe - her fat rolls effectively rendered my blunt blows of force useless). She slept soundly; the only way I was going to wake her up would be to face-related and I do not touch people's faces and I don't care for those who do.
I once dumped a Toddler g/f _long_ before I could ever make sense of the insanity that makes Toddlers do what you tell them not to do, purely because, well..."fuck you, you can't tell me what to do" (which is actually the ingrained defence in our DNA supposed to protect us from becoming slaves or robots - it was corrupted by brilliant creeps who outlaw what isn't in our interests and suddenly you have criminals committing crimes of passion like murder and genocide and rape, and all these psychotic emotional imbeciles are completely sane! Just ask the judges presiding over the criminal trials of the emotionally insane, they'll tell you! Violent criminals, child rapists, murderers and fathers who kill their teenage daughters for embarrassing them in their insane imaginations - they're all sane! The only thing they did that wasn't in their best interests was getting caught, whilst sanely murdering Their Own children to restore their imagined honour).
Just between you and me, that honour of theirs - the one that results in "honour killings" - yeah that shit is all in their minds. It's up to you whether or not you believe me, but it's not actually real. It's just an emotionally-insane idea someone put inside their heads. Your head is full of ideas very nearly as crazy; it's really up to you how valid you want to imagine 'your' emotions to be. Personally, and I can only speak for me, they're not valid enough to kill or die for. But then I only realised that moments from death, after Aun had killed me. She's killed so many. Hundreds, no doubt.
But then you have to understand, the things you do when you're emotional aren't really the fault of who you imagine to be at fault. If they were, the "women children" who are going to pay for their 'disrespect' of Mike one day...are going to deserve their rape. They should have respected his insanity, Mike will know this. Mike doesn't understand that a child failing to cower in fear at an "elder's" insanity, is as close as he'll ever get to being respected. He'll be incensed. They should have presumed him insane; after all he has the capacity to be. Just a little R.E.S.P.E.C.T is all the man wants, and what he wants is to be disrespected with the automatic deference that is the cautious terror of a 'well-behaved' and 'polite' child who "respects their elders"....capacity to be psychotic.
Whenever a child does that to me, I'm a little offended. I understand they don't mean to insult, but the presumption that I would 'exploit' the disparity in our relative physical strength / size / speed / power is pretty fucking outrageous.
Especially when they're ugly.
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The bodies of Shafia's daughters—Zainab,19, Sahar, 17, and Geeti, 13—were found in a car pulled from a canal in 2009, along with the body of his wife, Rona. The wiretap evidence comes from the days immediately before Shafia was charged with murder. "Even if they hoist us onto the gallows ... we have not done anything bad," he says in the recordings, calling his daughters "whores" for having boyfriends.
ROFL. Yeah that guy is perfectly sane. Ask the judge! "Naughty naughty, you need to repay your debt to Society. Here's 20 years of prison rape to rehabilitate you and teach you not to do it again!"
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A father accused of killing his three teenage daughters and his first wife was recorded voicing his disgust with his "treacherous" daughters and saying he would kill them again even if they came back to life a hundred times.
ROFL. A hundred times!? That's not even possible. Half a dozen times, sure. 20? Maybe. But 100?! No one ever comes back to life that often! The judge says he's sane. What, you're going to take the 'opinion' of a man that wears a wig whilst simultaneously demanding that you insult him because he's too moronic to understand you cannot force respect? You can force the insult that is feigned respect, i.e. fear. If you think that's "respect", you're as retarded as the French aristocracy who were confused when they were introduced - formally - to Madame Guillotine. That's what 'respect', when it is forced, inevitably presents as. It's a symptomatic side-effect of emotional sociopathic incapacity; the victims of your lack of empathy break out in allergies imbeciles label "justice" but which we all really know (I hope) is nothing but demented, vindictive "revenge". I'm talking about the judicial process and the legal system, of course.
You disagree but you're going to take the 'opinion' of a wig-wearing imbecile who demands to be insulted over my pure, blistering logic? Are you fucking serious?
I'm just joshing. I know none of you narcissists gives a flying fuck. But you see the comedic value, I'm sure? Kill them 100 times if they come back to life? That's going to be hard to spin in your favour, when you're up for parole.
I'm just joshing. I can't help myself. That'll get him early parole. People think I'm cynical, they're just too stupid to realise I think it's all fucking funny. What's he going to do, breed three more teenage daughters purely so he can profit to his advantage by killing them again for their fraternisation with teenage boys?
What's funny is not that it's possible that he'll do it again, but rather that Society desperately wants him to. Well, there is this thing called "a vasectomy", it's an operation where...oh listen to me, I'm so BARBARIC! Preventing animals from breeding? Some Christians would call me a fascist or even - gasp - Little Hitler. That's god damn outrageous. You should see the size of my little...
But sure, it makes much more sense to put this animal in a cage to be anal-raped for 10-15 years and then release him into the wild with his reproductive capacity remaining functional, so that he can legally breed children again! Yeah. That's the humane thing to do. You'd understand why the State believes they're being shrewd with Crime & Punishment if you understood why Canadians have to be protected from Americans by their government. Not to mention that ever-threatening all-out amphibious assault. Penguin marines? Who the fuck would want to occupy Canada? I've never met anyone who even wants to live there, and that includes every Canadian I've ever met. Then again, I've never been to Canada.
Yeah that's literally never going to happen. Who the fuck ever has?
Anders Behring Breivik, the Norwegian far-right extremist, has been sentenced to at least 21 years in prison after a court declared he was sane throughout his murderous rampage last year that killed 77 people and wounded 242.
The Oslo district court declared its verdict that the 33-year-old was not psychotic while carrying out the twin attacks, including the shooting of dozens of teenagers attending a political camp.
The court's decision will have delighted Breivik, who had hoped to avoid what he called the humiliation of being dismissed as a madman.
The mass killer had desperately hoped the court would find him criminally culpable for the killings, claiming they were "cruel and necessary" to protect Norway from becoming overrun by Muslims.
After two months of deliberations, the five-judge panel said they considered the perpetrator of last year's gun and bomb attacks, the worst in the country's history, mentally fit enough to be held criminally responsible for the attacks.
As the verdict was delivered to a packed, hushed courtroom, Breivik, dressed in a black suit, white shirt and grey tie, smirked.
He smirked ROFL. He won! Call me crazy but if you think murdering children you've never met for their insane parents' religious beliefs can ever be sane, you should be Rested In Peace STAT. We'll deal with their parents after we deal with the Authorities that assert murdering children in cold blood is a sane act.
Whoops. We're gonna need a lot of graves dug. There goes every criminal prosecutor and judge on the planet.
And the vast majority of parents.
But think about the boost to the economy! Keynes almost certainly would approve. But I digress.
I once dumped a little girl named Sam Watson because she touched my face. I didn't think it was an overreaction; I quite fancied her. I simply cannot tolerate insanity, it's dangerous and infuriating and contagious like fucking STDs are supposed to be. Miss Watson (who's actually the niece of Hugo Weaving, oh look at me dropping names as if I was the Rear Admiral from Texas) touched my face when I was sleeping to wake me up (for no reason, she was just bored and wanted to be entertained). This was stupid on a number of levels, none more so than the extremely low chance I will ever be in the mood to be entertaining if woken up to entertain. But I told her, rather curtly, "Don't ever touch my face again, especially when I'm sleeping; it's fucking dangerous."
So of course, she instantly touched my face. With the requisite petulant playful smirk of a Toddler who thinks that when I am curt, I am playing a game. Why did she feel compelled to touch my face...again? For the same reasons the two characters above did what they did; identical reasons, actually. "You can't tell me what to do! You're not the boss of me!"- that's basically what it boils down to. But of course, Toddlers are too stupid to realise that when they're told not to do something insane, doing it for that reason alone is not _actually_ a tight reason to shoot yourself in the foot.
But it is the reason why there are laws which outlaw (non-state sponsored) murder and rape. There are other laws which outlaw refusing to murder and rape, when the State has declared an illegal war (as some suckers discovered when they fled to Canada imagining that Canada's unambiguous laws protecting asylum seekers from wars not sanctioned by the various global toothless tiger institutions, would actually protect them from repatriation). Suck shit imo. The law is the Law, no matter where it is or how closely your legal system fools you into thinking there are rules to Law. There is only one rule, when it comes to Law. The Cardinal Rule of Law.
The First (and Only) Rule of Law: Everything is against the Law.
Every law exists at the pleasure of Power. Canada's laws protecting asylum seekers did not protect asylum seekers from the long arm of Power. Their laws are just like every other law, and fools that went AWOL imagining Canada's unambiguous laws would protect their refugee status learned a harsh lesson about the law when Canada promptly handed those reluctant soldiers straight back to the foreign military that would have to punish them to teach them a lesson about doing the RIGHT thing.
What's the right thing? Doing what you're fucking told, when Power fucking tells you to do it. Those fucking imbeciles at Nuremberg just confused the shit out of slaves everywhere. What morons, asserting that the Law is against the Law, sometimes.
Uh oh. Christian recursion. There's nothing quite like it.
Those morons at Nuremberg didn't have a clue. Of course, the reality is that the Law is against the Law all of the time. No one insane enough is ever going to be deterred by rules which prohibit murder and rape. Those that want to do it will do it, and they'll do it without having the capacity not to be demented insane (having been made to be demented insane) or they'll do it knowing they won't get caught. They're too shrewd. So why legislate against it, if deterrence is not the motive? (And if you think deterrence is the motive, you're too stupid to have read this far - which means, you don't even exist! That's a little spooky.)
Simplified Answer: If they didn't give crimes of passion "notoriety", there would be a lot less murdering and raping by imbecilic emotional Toddlers who imagine their passionately violent insanity is in their best interests. Naughty Toddlers will be naughty. Make something naughty by telling them "DON'T DO IT!" and they'll cry for months, heartbroken; incapable of understanding why they've been dumped by their (somewhat dashing) b/f for no reason other than their 'crime' of being a fucking two year old Toddler who wants to get married and breed toddlers of her own.
Returning back to my Qantas flight (you like that shit? I bet you thought I forgot, I certainly did), I was physically assaulting this heinous fat narcissistic whore (in self-defence) but she was simply too powerful under the hail of my feeble blows. As I tired myself out for no perceivable gain, my indignation at the injustice of insane RULES arbitrarily applied - in insanely 'random' fashion - slowly began to gain the ascendancy.
What can I say, I'm a survivor. I have weapons that come into play in life-or-death situations and someone was going to die because this behemoth was either growing in her sleep or her muscles were relaxing or some fucked up shit was going on because the blob was gradually murdering me 30,000 feet above sea level. Of course, my plight was completely ignored by every passing 'attendant' (god but don't they just hate that "attending", have you noticed that? I'm talking about Western airlines, Singaporean slaves literally Live To Serve You - well, they could have fooled me on a couple three occasions).
If you have a different experience, don't come angrily looking for me. It's entirely possible I'm just better-looking and their Service "Above & Beyond" was misperceived by my stupidly devalued moronic face. I'm vaguely aware of this interpersonal technique or concept known as "flirting", but I've never actually done it and until you send your peasant friends over to ask for my number or to tell me they have a Toddler friend that fancies me, chances are I'll simply assume your staring, only to blush and quickly glance away, only to then start gazing again - what is all this insane shit going on here? - fucking coy bullshit is what; eyelash fluttering, lip-biting, bashful stolen glances, blushing & giggling and all that faggotry (which somehow isn't as gay as it should be when a pretty girl is doing it), all your effort will be utterly lost on me.
I've always automatically assumed you were doing it for the benefit of someone behind me. Well, not always.
That's a mistake you don't make twice, let me tell you. But only if you're horribly neurotic, because seriously? Who gives a fuck? If you're wrong, they weren't into you anyway. What does it matter if their disinterest continues, interrupted by momentary disdain? I'll tell you why you shouldn't be terrified of being embarrassed at potential misperception.
The alternative is years of sleeping alone when pretty girls imagine you're gay.
Trust me. It's a mistake to be traumatised by arguably embarrassing mistakes.
I was not making a mistake imagining my position was precarious on this Qantas flight. I ran some quick calculations in my head and if her rate of expansion continued, I'd be dead some 1000 nautical miles from our destination. DOA. That's no way to arrive.
When I'd all but given up the ghost, my flagging spirits were boosted by the sheer power that is my indignation. It's kept me alive in spots that'd kill you 99 times in 100. I saw the villain responsible for all this torture and pain and...indignity. I'm a fucking Ghetto First Class passenger, goddammit. I do not wrassle the obese cattle for my own fucking seat. I'm not that economical.
I burst out of my seat and started letting this flight attendant have it. She knew her culpability. I was merely reinforcing her understanding of her wrongdoing. She was trying to get me to calm down, but how stupid are people - I mean, really - when they tell the outraged victims of their incompetence to "Calm down"? Has anyone - in all of human history - ever calmed down when they're told to calm down by the person who has disturbed their calm? I suspect not.
It was, at that point, where she did something I could never have seen coming. She asked me to wait "just a tick" and I said something like "Oh, sure; sure! Yeah I'll wait. Go DO YOUR JOB, that would make for a pleasant change" and she scampered off whilst I just stood there, waiting. I was steaming in fury; without any genuine belief that she had any plans to return to that section of the aircraft for the rest of the flight. I had no grand plan, myself; so I guess I was just kinda haplessly winging it (as the emotional have been known to do).
I was stunned to see her return in literally only "a tick", I guess I was a bit shell-shocked. She handed me a glass of OJ and unlike most emotional vassals (who mostly just want to be considered in this inconsiderate world), I fought to sustain my rage in the face of such gentle kindness because I knew all their sneaky tricks and unlike you, I wasn't about to be "bought off" by a fucking glass of OJ.
I did drink it, of course. It would have been rude to refuse.
What happened next was a little bit hazy and blurred and I can't honestly say I had any real explanation or understanding of the events that followed because it seemed I was suffering mild amnesia when I was woken by a strangely-concerned looking Villain a moment or two after she gave me a glass of OJ to drink. My fury had not been interrupted; it burned as bright as it had burned a minute or two prior, but before I could continue letting her "have it", whilst taking stock of my surroundings I noted something quite remarkable. Why, it was bordering on impossible.
But unlike your eyes, my eyes have never lied to me when it comes to perceiving Reality. I can see what I can see, and I never misperceive a damn thing.
It seemed impossible but the evidence was all there, right there in front of my eyes. All the passengers had been murdered, and it seemed I was to be the last one killed (someone's gotta be). I was horrified.
All the chairs in the aircraft were empty and I'm no fancy aeronautical engineer but I'm pretty sure when you get thrown out of 747 at 30,000 feet, it's murder whether you survive or not.
I started understanding what was going on. The staff had killed everyone and they wanted me to stand up. Maybe you're a badass in that spot, but I'm a fucking pussy. When genocidal killers want me to stand, I stand (with their assistance, if required; and it was). When they want me to walk, I walk (awkwardly, gripping onto chairs to steady myself - apparently). It seemed they wanted to throw me off the plane like everyone else, and in my dazed state I'm not sure I saw any point in not being a lemming. I'm not entirely sure I saw any point in anything, I was trying to make my brain work because the last few times I'd been thrown off a jetliner at altitude, the air hostesses weren't nearly as sweet and gentle about it.
Literally nothing made sense. So I just did as I was told, like a "good boy". I jumped to my death, only to land on an airport gangway and before I could make sense of that peculiarity, I was panicking at being forced to fumble through my pockets looking for a passport because someone who looked officious and angry was barking at me in a manner that suggested a serious intent on forcing me to produce one. Or else.
God, but nothing is more terrifying than "else". I was fumbling pathetically, telling myself to "play it cool". I will always be happy to oblige them because I'm not James Bond, but in this instance, I could not have sworn to it. Not with any certainty. Definitely not on a Bible.
I'm a straight-up citizen with nothing to hide from those who keep everything hidden. This is what I was telling myself, trying to stick with my "cover story"; when I literally was a straight-up citizen with nothing to hide from those who keep everything hidden. I didn't realise that, of course, until I found my passport and laughed, a fraction too sharply for comfort. I cursed myself, internally. I was going to blow my mission. I was going to let everyone down. I hoped the role I was supposed to be playing wasn't an important one, like saving the world or something.
It slowly dawned on me that I must have fallen asleep, for a spell. Over the next few hours, or the next few years, I mean. I was not willing to completely rule out the possibility that I'd completely lost my mind, either; but the thought terrified me so much, I just kinda refused to consider the possibility. Which is another way of saying, I secretly suspected I was insane but I'd have died before telling anybody. God, can you imagine the shame!
Imagine what people would say?! I'd literally die from embarrassment, if I was crazy. No one must hear of this, I told myself; whilst telling myself I'd imagined it all. In hindsight, my internal dialogue is a little embarrassing, but at the time everything made perfect 'sense'. When nothing makes sense, it used to make perfect sense (at least in my mind) to simply imagine that I imagined everything. That's the only way I was able to stay 'sane'.
Don't fight the logic.
Years later, I took my first Xanax and I laughed. I laughed so hard.
It wasn't my first. I was no Xanax virgin. I'd been fucked by that delicious little drug before. Suddenly, everything made sense.
And that, boys and girls, is the story of how a Qantas flight attendant date raped me (except we weren't on a date and I didn't get raped; more's the pity).
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It's funny. I remember the sheer relief at discovering I was sane. I'd seriously been a little shaky (mentally) for a few years, imagining that I was a little shaky (mentally). But my worst fears were entirely without merit, I realised. You cannot imagine the sheer relief I felt.
I was so relieved to be sane. This was roughly around the time in my life when I was so emotionally confused, I was effectively batshit insane.
But that should have been obvious, children. It would have been if you were paying attention.
As everyone who is sane knows, only the insane are terrified of 'insanity'. And only the stupidly insane are terrified of what insane people might say or how insane people might perceive them. Who gives a fuck about what the public thinks of you or what they have to say about you? Almost nothing they say is ever true, anyway.
Half of them are walking around with fucking chemicals smeared on their face in some demented attempt to deceive? Or conceal? I don't know who the fuck they imagine they're fooling, I can spot cosmetics a fucking mile away. It's fucking ridiculous, to begin with; imagining your face requires concealing to be presentable in public. It's less ridiculous an imagination, but even more ridiculous a necessity, if after years of this insanity the need for concealment gains a level of validity; but I'd sooner not know what horrifying damage chemicals do to skin over periods of decades.
If you care what those tragic face-painted dolls have to say to you about how they want you to behave, you literally won't get to sleep with very many of them at all. One, perhaps. I have no doubt you'll be so relieved, you'll imagine she's The One.
For you, she just might be. The one, and Only.
And the other half of the public are walking around with a hard-on for insanity. Getting nowhere, but going about it awfully industriously. If you ever happen to see a dog (who doesn't know how to dog-paddle) paddling furiously in the middle of a lake, you'd be haunted by the brilliance of that little analogy.
This is an insane world of unimpressive people who aren't worth trying to impress because they're incapable of being impressed. You couldn't possibly be dumb enough to imagine you want to impress these clowns. I knew a clown that stupid once upon a time; poor kid literally went batshit insane and very nearly died trying. I ain't kidding.
This is an insane world of shrewd imbeciles who are all so insane, they spend most of their time waiting for you to do something purely so they can 'spin' your actions into something they can ridicule. Their motives are perfectly sane, of course; they know if they can make you feel bad, they 'win'. They don't want to feel good, they just want to feel superior. You'll never meet a more inferior bunch of lunatics (I don't care how many asylums you survey); you will never find lunatics quite as crazy as the public-at-large.
You're probably thinking something like, "Who would ever be insane enough to imagine they could feel big by making others feel small?" Good question!
I'll tell you who. The infinitesimal nitwits who first have to make you feel their opinion is valid before they can make you feel hurt at their disappointed or offended or pitying or pleased emotional state. You don't want to impress minds this tiny. They'll chop you up so finely, you'll have to be strained with a spoon. If you fall for their infernal Confidence Scam, you'll melt like butter under the imagined hot knife that is their mean words.
You don't want to fall for the oldest trick in the book, "I Can't Believe You're Not Butter! If you don't care how I feel, you must be insane!"
This is the trick the insane will play. If you fall for it, they will make you pay. Fuck 'em. Who gives a fuck what they imagine or what they say or how they feel or how they imagine they feel or how they pretend to imagine they feel in order to make their insanity sound more convincing. It's all a fucking joke, this imagining emotions for the purpose of manipulation 'game'. It's a fucking dumb game.
So fuck 'em. You should only care about what you think of you. And you won't think much of you if you forget to think of you in your caring only about what the public might say. I'll tell you what they'll say, if you make that mistake; they're not going to make you feel good unless you're especially 'rape-able'. And you're not going to be rape-able forever, you know. You should know they're not going to make you feel good, either way. I'll tell you what they'll think of you, if you don't let them make you feel bad.
They won't think much of you, and they'll let you know about it. This is what they'll say, but the Truth is they'll probably fall flat on their faces imagining you're some kind of Powerful god immune to their demented, snivelling barbs and trickster games. You don't want to be worshipped by Toddlers; they'll never give you a moment's peace. You just can't win with imbeciles as tiny as the public-at-large. So just fuck 'em. Anyone with half a mind would, or they'd lose their minds.
I know these fucking mindless twits, and I know their public agenda. It's no secret, only children don't realise it until it's too late. I will tell you why you cannot win by playing their moronic game.
They don't want to win.
They just want to beat you.
But what else would you expect? They're all fucking insane.
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Yes I've only posted maybe 20 times without bothering to redact or blur the name.
I'm not being deceitful. Names are what slaves use to identify themselves. I know who I am, green eggs and ham. They're the cat in the hat. I don't really have the slightest possible emotional flicker one way or another what I'm called but I cannot be called Jonny Vincent on Facebook because Christian predators who imagine they're my exploiters know that name. And I'd just as soon they all fucked off and died, but I'll settle for them simply not fucking contacting me or working out how to do so.
Also I've been meaning to get around to answering your questions re: Seoul / Tokyo but haven't been fucked yet. But basically Seoul is one of the most miserable filthy cities on the face of the planet (don't be confused by the illusionary wealth, they're sardine slaves conditioned to hate - and by they I mean Koreans); and Tokyo I haven't been to but from what I hear it sounds like an expensive, creepy theoretically cool but likely lame large city of people that don't speak English.
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