I think you give too much power to narrative in shaping human behavior. I think most of human behavior is shaped at a much lower brain level than the frontal lobe, which is narrative's domain.
I'm a terrible writer but then I believe I have mitigation. Writing ain't easy on the junkie streets.
But I suck at dialogue or am I missing the point? I've never actually done a writing course or learned anything at school cause I just looked at our 49 yr old spinster who never smiled and started writing dark romantic tragedies where everyone dies at the end, but first hearts are crushed or betrayed....and it was A sailing home.
What I mean to say is that I can't talk technical. Like I know narrative, dialogue. But if there's a third one...well. We're not acquainted. We haven't been formally introduced or if we were, I was sneaking sighs at Amanda. For 3 years. Never said a word. Same classes mostly. Worked together. Same bus route. 0 words to her < me.
You're not going to impress a pretty girl like that, I don't think.
Parents know the formula for happiness! They know you need to invest pain. Everyone knows that. They sigh. If only their parents had 'pushed' them harder. Whore mothers know they wouldn't have started fucking their way through the greater metropolitan area at 14. They want to be violinist or a ballerina now; and they really could have been! Their $9/hr instructor who once claimed to have watched the New York Philharmonic once, told them they had REAL talent.
Yeah they had no motive, to lie there. To every retarded moron child's parents. Which is why they told every moronic child's parents their kid was showing some REAL talent. One day, improvement might be expected. Sigh. Happiness gone in a flash. Whore mothers know their mothers should have FORCED them (not to sleep with 200 guys / annum) and FORCED them to be concert violinists instead. They won't make the same mistake with their children!
Why can't their children listen to them, when they assert facts like these to their children who are too - stupid - to understand how miserable their parents are. Why can't their children just trust them. Xmas and Santa Claus wasn't a lie. It's tradition, and it makes perfect sense for parents to swear black and blue to their suspicious kids who are thinking "Why would they lie?"
Why, indeed.
Because they know what's best for them! They know what will make their children happy.
They know fucking nothing. They only had children because they're unhappy. And in their insanity, they think they know where their parents went wrong. It's too late for them to be happy. But they know how to make their children happy, if only their children would LISTEN to them, TRUST their judgement, UNDERSTAND they only want what's best for their children.
"This hurts me more than it hurts you."
This is hilarious, how true it is. I was laughing when I was seven, because they didn't believe it, but I did. I was laughing because my parents were insane. They would parrot this line every time and I would smirk.
And then - suggest - they stop hurting themselves. Why would they do something like that? Why bring me into it?
They needed me to do something, they knew I was - making - them hurt us. They'd ask me why I was forcing them to beat me. Before they beat me. They pleaded with me to listen, would I just listen, to what they were saying! Stop asking questions, and have some faith. Just try it, they suggested.
Pass.
I'd seen children being molested in front of my eyes. But unlike homosexual sex with homosexuals, I didn't need to see the pedo action, to know it wasn't for me. I would thank them for the offer, and politely decline their 'offer' of faith. I'd be smirking the entire way, of course. Because faith is a gift which is unsolicited and cannot be refused. I love those gifts. I'd refuse. They would insist. I would resist. They would coerce. I would smirk. No one coerces me but me. Okay I'll clean. But only because I want to. White devils.
They would get angry. Furious. Exasperated. Without any options left, they would - force - me to have faith. They believed, and faith worked for them. It would work for me, once they beat it into me. They would not spare the rod. I was a spoiled child who once got a pencil for Christmas. The following year, a KJV Bible (with my own money from Nan; not good enough Nan - 10 francs. This is what happens when you send 50 francs to cults. Faith won't help you there. That money is gone, for infinity.
I wasn't - always - smirking. But then I never once lost my mind, until I came up against a power which had...advanced. God she was so pretty. Owners of men no longer beat slaves with whips. But slavery never ended. It went viral, actually. Owners of men now beat their slaves, with dreams.
I became a slave, when they sold me a dream I couldn't - possibly - have been expected to turn down. Her name was Amanda Reynierse. But she is not important, because there are millions of her. She's a clone. Who might actually not have been, as it turns out, but it's hardly important because she might as well have been. I never spoke a word to her in my life, but I got really angry when she spoke to me. She was bemused. At first she thought I was a queer.
"Maybe I was. This would explain why I'm ashamed of talking to a girl I spend 20 hrs a day thinking about. OMG I am a gay. It makes perfect sense. Fucking faggots!"
Homophobia is logical, and sane. Afraid of being gay, you hate faggots. Afraid of being a filthy fucking faggot, because no one - ever - tells you what gay men are. I knew, of course. I wish I could draw, I'd draw the faggots in my mind when I was 15 and wanted to kill them because I might have been one. This is the world, in an effeminate nutshell.
But Amanda wasn't actually real. She wore whore paint, every day. I think. I didn't dare look at her. Not even when she crept up on me. Goddammit how did that happen. Normally I could run away, in time. Phew. That pedestal can really move.
They think guys put them up on pedestals? I merely bought into their Spam. It was the illusion of "pretty purity"; and she was complicit in selling it, just like every pretty girl in the world. They're so desperate to sell deceit, no one even realises how horrifying it is when children 'play' with whore paint. Learning to sashay their 9 year old hips, as if anyone but a streetwalker even walks like that. Pushup bras, padded bras, they casually flick them aside as my brain implodes. I'm not that psyched either way, but christ the deception? And so nonchalant, once the catch had been caught? eww. Girls are vile creatures, you cannot imagine their dark secrets. The thousands of hours spent practicing the expressions they know will serve them in good stead down the line. A camera flashing. A boy looking.
What's the deal with photographs, anyway? Still images taken for reasons other than historical record / evidence are disturbing, on so many levels. Their mere existence is disturbing, on some level. Why would you need to remember what you are not confident of remembering on the strength of it's importance. We're talking about reminiscing here. Maybe it's not important enough? Maybe you want to prove something to someone? Why are you trying to prove your vacations, to anyone?
People show me photo albums and I cannot be the only person so creeped out by them, I almost scream. "Oh oh let me show you the Empire State Building."
I've seen it.
"No I mean a photo of me in front of it, doing nothing interesting."
No, I believe you. You don't need to prove you're insane.
Why are you pretending to be happy, whenever you're not.
There are 7 billion humans in the world who are insane, but capable of appearing sane. They're made insane by insane parents, and then taught how to appear sane by the same insane parents. When they are unable to continue to manufacture the facade of sanity, it's a vile world that then penalises them for their inability to reject the poisons given to them when they were a toddler by their mothers and fathers. But parents have no interest in poisoning their children; they just - think - that they do because they're too stupid to do logic. And this is a dangerous world for children who don't understand they need to eat their god damn greens or they...?
I might not have eaten salad in a quarter of a century. You should see my body. I don't work out, but I am sexy and I know it. No one believes I'm 30. "It's because I am a junkie", I explain. They laugh. Clearly I'm a athlete. Then they come in and realise, no one can fake an authentic Junkie A-bomb.
I don't like Housekeeping. So much mess to hide. I bet they see some dark shit.
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Kids need to eat their greens. Mothers know what's best. I'm not anti-salad. I'm merely explaining why I haven't eaten any in a quarter of a century. Clearly I was not traumatised often enough. Maybe she should have hit me into eaten my greens. More fear, to associate with salad. Hit them until they learn, vegetables = pain. Genius Pavlovian morons. Hitting children who don't understand people who are too stupid to explain anything. Too stupid to make the logical case, too stupid to get their point across, too stupid to even understand they're too stupid to have children in the first place.
So they hit them. Because they love them. And they don't want their children to be hurt. A little investment in pain, in order to produce happiness. Morons. Humans are too moronic to live. That's why they live in pain. And in pain, they breed. Having children is considered by everyone to be the antidote to existential misery. I spent two years asking bright people what the "point" was. I had the money to do just about anything I wanted to do, or I had the capacity to get more if I needed more than a million to do something I wanted to do. But there was nothing I wanted to do. I'd done it all, effectively. I'd done so much, and rarely doing it the first time. And less, the second. And even less, the third. There was nothing in the world I believed could be done, indefinitely; without it becoming boring to the point of pain. And everyone intelligent always said the same thing:
Children.
Children.
Children.
And I thought, this world is noosed. Because I didn't need to ask the question I asked them, so I asked them the question for that reason. Why?
Make the logical case for why I should have a child. Make the logical case for why you had yours. People aren't very good at logic. But then I knew that, already.
But intelligent people get very ugly when you're asking them questions they have never asked themselves. But then they only get - really - ugly when you refuse to accept their denial, as a logical answer.
It almost always came down to "just trust me, okay - you'll understand when you have kids of your own".
Morons. I understood, at seven. Parents have children because they're too stupid to realise they shouldn't be breeding, if for no other reason than the fact they're breeding because they're unhappy. It's the arrogance of insanity. The denial of moronic whores. But I have no interest in denigrating them, for redundancy's sake. I denigrate them, because they've become the Evil burning up the world in creepy confusion and sleazy disturbing cliches. But parents don't want to hurt their children. They're just too stupid to realise they don't want to control them.
They're just too stupid to realise they could have bought something which had no free will. And when the human they created doesn't bend to their will, they get frustrated because this stupid child won't listen. They think children should just listen to them, after all, children should listen to their parents!
That's their logic. That's the - extent - of their logic. I just kept saying "Why?"
"Why should I listen to you?"
"Because I'm your mother."
"Go on...?"
"So I know what's best for you."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes."
"Why can't I eat Cheeseburgers, or sweets, or chocolate?"
"Junk food rots your teeth."
"What's the reason I can't go to school, again?"
"The Rapture is imminent. The System runs the schools, and they just want to brainwash you with their chains. You are learning everything you need for the afterlife."
"So I need to keep my teeth healthy, for the afterlife?"
"No, you need to keep your teeth healthy for this life."
"That's right, because I'll get new teeth in the afterlife."
"Correct."
"So I need teeth for this life only? Which won't be for long. Prophet Moses said 1993, right? One year. I need to keep my teeth healthy for one year? After which, I'll never have use for them again.?"
"Correct."
"Why bother? Sweets take longer than a year to rot your teeth?"
"...."
"Healthy teeth, but no education?"
"....."
"I'll be able to eat, but unable to get the food to eat. Hey, I'll be just like you! I'll have to remember, not to have any kids though. Speaking of which, why are you pregnant again?"
One of a number of things can happen at this point, but nothing other than one of these things can happen.
* Talking in tongues
* A backhand (with or without wedding ring - it matters, blood is terrifying)
* Earnest praying for my immortal soul (that sweet caring again)
* Exasperation (she's gonna rat me out)
* Lame insult / denial. ("You're just trying to be difficult." - what does that even mean?....)
Nothing but one of those. I know this, because I brought my parents to this point so often I was eventually banned from speaking. Period. Speak, and be beaten with weapons. This new Middle Man of God wasn't playing. He took us through his pushup training regime for 4 months. He got from 14 to 30 - it wasn't so bad. Except almost too creepy to be plausible. We had to count them all.
He was just trying to impress the ladies. Like my Mom. vomit. God how his face would blush with pride when he looked down at artificially inflated biceps, and then thank the lord for making him a brave and strong soldier.
I didn't speak for months. This is my childhood. Maybe you're not afraid, but I was. Jesus. This guy slammed an indefinite ban on speaking. Until the Rapture, I guess. If spoken to, I was to write with pen or pencil my response if I couldn't simply acknowledge I had heard their order.
Whatever. I was over talking to them anyway. Seriously. I was considering just zipping it after the pushups on Day 1.
The ban was never lifted. Several months after it had come into effect, the government did something very peculiar.
Every commune in Australia bar one, was raided by DoCS. I knew most of these kids. 120 or so. Some of them fucking wouldn't listen to me, and I got trapped in compromise half-escape positions. Jesus turned his head away. So did I.
I stared into soulless eyes so many times. It's funny, cause you stare into them and it's like they're dead. No, it's pretty funny. I wouldn't laugh though, out of respect. You could have cut a finger off and I don't think they'd move or feel it. I knew there was nothing to say. And I had nothing to say. But running away, which is what I wanted to do; what every kid did every time one of them had a really bad day...god, I was frozen to the spot. I should have run, in hindsight. Like I said, you could cut a finger off and they'd just stare into the Void. I would sit here for hours, staring with them in nothingness. It felt like the noble thing to do. Eventually you have to leave though. Cause it's pretty boring, and no way to live.
DoCS had every commune under surveillance for months. In 1992, I was almost 12. I woke up to chaos. The world had ended. Holy shit, I owe my Dad a $ Trillion dollars! Aha money is useless in Heaven. He's going to Hell, though. Fuck I'll have to sell some pearls or manna or something.
We weren't being raptured. Probably like a day after the raids, and whilst we were still under surveillance, my parents ran around like chickens with their heads screwed on, after being cut off for decades. There was no nerves and stuff, you can't screw your head back on 3 decades later. I cursed myself for falling for the oldest trick in the book a decade later.
I've been trying to screw heads back onto severed bodies my entire life. Its thankless, unrewarding work. But what else am I going to do. Play $500 BJ hands for 40 hrs straight? I don't think I'll get that 100k back. Time to convert some Christians, to sanity.
That's never actually happened, in all of history. Fact. I imagine so, in any case.
DoCS raided every commune in the country, but QLD Police pulled out - I'm unreliably informed - on the morning of the raids. Peculiar, after 5 months surveillance. I know that every child who grows up in an obscure religious sex cult says this: "But WTF. Am i supposed to believe this isn't somehow about me?"
I was - banned - from speaking. 24/7/365 indefinite ban from ever talking again. This went for months. Whilst they were surveilling. One imagines they're not using binoculars to peep into my whore mother's shower. God. They would know what "powder her nose" means. Shiver. I was not allowed to speak, but they spoke to me often. Taunting me. These morons. I had no idea I was being prepped for high-school, terribly. Cause I didn't care about these morons. The state was coming to get me. Maybe.
How could I have imagined Amanda Reynierse? I'd never watched TV. Movies. Magazines. We'd go out begging (saving souls, seemed like emotional hijacking of stunned normal people to me - I knew what those horrified faces meant, then the blushing, a $1 - I would look at them. Really? More blushing. I'd sigh. Maybe I'll just starve, if it's this much effort. $5 note. They don't want to break it. Hesitation. They're screwed. They know it. They hand it over. They've done a good thing. They're chuffed. I'd shrug. Next.
As if I was even going to eat today. I remember the figures. Hundreds of $ every time. Per kid. This is a world with a lot of guilt. Paying to make their fears come back. Paying terrorists not to ruin the economy whilst they're killing their own supporters and choking the city - and the country - into starvation. I wasn't going to starve during the Bangkok riots. I was loaded. But then I don't think I have an interest in the people who live week to week, starving. Do you? Care.
Send me $5? Cunt.
Don't give money to children beggars EVER. Wake up, you moron world. You think they're out there being ingenious? Entrepreneurial? They're being exploited.
You - can - fight City Hall, if you're CNN. If you're the media, you can fucking do anything. Except be rude to the Pope, sharing his opinion with Africa. We all gotta right to our own opinion, even Medicines sans Frontiers. CNN broadcasts news. They don't want to confuse people. The Pope's voice sailed through the airwaves, with Christian compassion. Multiple Popes. Which gave me an idea...
"Alright everyone. No more sex! Sigh. Fine. If you must, be impure, you can have sex. Just remember, condom during sex = Hell's fires for all eternity. Just abstain.
50 million deaths, was the estimate of doctors working in Africa - when pressed for their opinion on the Pope’s brilliant strategy. 50 million, they said, would die as a result of the Pope telling a continent ravaged by AIDS that sex was okay, but condoms were a fast track to Hell.
He means well?
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I created some of my own graphs using coloured bars and painstakingly compiled WHO and UN global data figures (they love to keep figures on their marbles) to show what the Catholics were doing to Africa. No assertions. Just dates, numbers, and millions of Whoa.
This was a long time ago, like the start of 2010. Flickr won't let me login. How peculiar. All my Flickr links were dead? This makes no sense. Have you tried contacting Yahoo? I had thousands of images in there. A month later, I got an template email. Wiped for copyright infringement. Interesting.
I didn't appeal. So who knows, really? I asked for more info. Who had complained? Perhaps I could reimburse them, take them down from whatever forum post I'd used their copyrighted material for - buy the picture of them. Can you give me more info, I asked.
They wouldn't be drawn into a discussion over it.
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So in Canada (as everywhere else), you can be perfectly sane to kill your teenage daughters for embarrassing you with their propensity to be interested in boys. Because they want people confused about things like that. It's their passion.
They gave it to the parents of your parents of your parents, who gave it to you. So when there is a war that needs some marbles to die, they jerk on one of your insane strings. It's 100% about control because they fear their capacity to compete in a world where everyone is functional and in control and acting in their own best interests.
The beautiful irony, which is the tragedy of humanity, is that "they" don't realise their mothers and fathers were morons who flushed "them" with the identical emotional poisons. Show me where, in the animal kingdom, offspring are made to be addicted to their mother's approval or disapproval. When you cannot, you need to understand what this means, in reality:
There are food chain implications. Really serious ones.
Humans are literally eating their young, because they are confused. They were made to be confused, by confused people. And if you haven't noticed, this world isn't in the control of anyone. There are some confused people who are trying - frantically - to get into the Control Room. But there are no inmates in there. No one is in that control room.
This asylum is not that lucky.
I know the password, or I think I do but they're not interested because they're trying to brute force their way into the Control Room. I know the password, but they won't listen. They don't listen to anyone, including themselves. They're too smart to listen to anyone, they won't fall for that old trick. 7 billion morons are trying to get into the Control Room.
I have no idea if I'm the only person alive who isn't remotely interested in controlling anyone, except myself. This world is out of control, because everyone is scrabbling to control everyone.
That's the password, to happiness. Not controlling. It's counter-intuitive yes. Like the idea that the government would invest 6 figures in a confused baby and be unwilling to pay high school teachers more than peanuts (they're afraid they'll attract better monkeys - that would defeat the purpose of the investing in pain).
But they're never going to buy this "hippie shit". They think I am 'dangerous'. I wish they'd make the logical case to me. But then I wish that about everyone. And have been wishing it for 3 decades now. They think they're going to brute force the locks. They've been trying to bust the locks open for awhile now, with the Law. They need to think outside the box.
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Even crimes of passion will be influenced by this deterrence.
No. That's an idiotic logical fail. "Passion" precludes rational thought.
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You can argue all day about how effective it is and how parenting would be better, but government can not realistically enforce one's style of parenting. That leaves punishment as a deterrent.
You gotta get this moronic idea of enforcement out of your consciousness. You cannot control insanity. You cannot deter someone who is living in the moment, by making them afraid of future moments. They're living in the moment. Deterrence is a logical fail, when it exists outside of their 'moment'.
Stop asserting logical fails as 'proofs'. They've already been disproved, in this thread; and by the last few thousand years of known history (for that matter). Humans are not capable of being deterred from acting on their emotions - it's because humans incapable of acting in their own best interests believe they need millions of marbles to fight the millions of marbles of other humans.
It all comes down to fear. Idiotic fears of everything except fear.
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As for examples of someone who is both sane/insane... (You asked..)
Most people are legally sane, yet both of us could agree 'damn that guy is insane' in some cases. I can't and won't give an example, because I'm not sure what it takes for you to refer to someone as insane.
I ask questions that I already know the answer to, in order to get those who don't ask the right questions to start thinking intelligently. It is impossible to be sane/insane, simultaneously. Sanity is acting in your own best interests. But 7 billion people think it's in their best interests to control everyone and everything they can.
I find this interesting, because I have controlled a human mind. Actually, I've controlled quite a few. Nothing is more horrifying, than a human you have made into a robotic automated...thing. You think I'm talking out of my hat? Come to Thailand. I swear to God, I will show you the future of the Globe.
Thailand is so far ahead of everyone, and they're racist because they know it. They're not superior, but they have a 'better' excuse for believing they are than every race which believes they are superior to other races. There are no races which are superior. Every race is inferior. That's the definition of insight.
Come to Thailand and I will show you the future of Humanity. It's here. Thailand has already brute forced the locks to the Control Room. They're geniuses, I swear to God. I've been all over the world and only one culture fooled my brilliant face into thinking they were moronic when they were genius, in disguise. Almost every other culture fools you into thinking they're not moronic, by wearing various disguises. Except Pinoys. They're not fooling anybody, they're not wearing any disguises. But then they're not humans so much as really stupid livestock. It's not their 'fault'. They've been 98% Catholic for a very long time now.
Come to Thailand and I will show you 'optimality'. Pretty little 'girls', who desperately want to please...everybody. They're the definition of 'selfless', they just want to give and give and give. They want to please their parents, of course. And their parents control their strings, without realising someone is controlling their strings. And those geniuses don't realise...no one is controlling their strings.
It's tragic, because the geniuses don't realise their strings are just flying around in the air behind them. They don't realise they have strings because no one jerks them around. It's been awhile, since their mothers passed away. May they Rest In Peace.
It's tragic, because the pretty girls don't realise they couldn't possibly please anyone with that creepy robotic shit.
How did the world get so confused about "free will" v "robots" v "controlling the later".
No one wants that. They're going to drop the world, horrified.
This world is exhausted. I don't think I'm imagining it, but who knows.
I think this world is exhausted.
Which means, it's about to explode.
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This I don't begin to follow. The last 3 steps make sense. The jump from Law -> confusion (of the necessary type) does not.
Law is the McDonalds up-selling.
Crime is the fries.
Children come into the store of life and say "I'll take some of that fatty food for the taste and I'll accept the tradeoffs on health appearance. I'll take some of that romance but reserve the right to "play the field" [creepy]; I'll take my chances there. I'll take the education kk. And the uni degree, an easy one; um....what else...oh I'll take that football and hope I'm not one of the 60,000 children getting full knew reconstructions every year."
Law: "Would you like crime with that?"
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You're an interesting one Scooter. #1 ) I don't know how much of what you are saying is trolling
I have limited time to live. I am not sure I have ever trolled in my life. Actually that's a lie. I trolled RGP back in the day. God I made those shills shrill.
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I understand Ritalin and Adderrall are babies of meth... but I thought that was mainly for the lack of euphoria.
Wut. What does "babies of meth" mean? They're all stimulants but then so is caffeine.
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What I don't understand is how the fuck your brain doesn't become all tired out and not as functional. Maybe I am such a horrible writer that it takes extra energy when I write.
My brain won't stop. But getting sleeping tablets means being forced to hide my sneer at a filthy creep who insults me by suggesting I lack the capacity to buy Ambien at a pharmacy without 'hurting' myself. Fuck off creeps. If I wanted to kill myself with Ambien, I could do that shit - it's so insulting. Especially when I then bribe them for scripts.
So if I have benzos and Ambien I sleep routinely. When I don't, my brain doesn't stop. Which is good, when you're driving tired and you need to catnap but can't be bothered pulling over near the Milat clan.
My writing has gotten so terrible, sometimes I forget that I'm one of the finest novelists alive. No, I cannot prove it. They only let me post my spastic.
Well it is convenient isn't it? But then I'd rather just try my luck and never get censored at all by creeps.
Fucking Facebook. They went to SO much effort after I discovered their filthy crime; actually I might only have noticed because of their butchered wash job...then they freaked out and got really creepy butchering the washing of the butchered wash. But it's....shiver.
PRO-AMERICA ESSAY NIGGERS. Basically just correcting a friend (Rant Ntwk) who was ranting about Americans on tilt. I'm like "Don't confuse Americans with the American government. That's what the US government wants you to do."
But obviously I said it like Fitzgerald and also it was longer and basically glorious. No I don't have it. Facebook deleted it - it was too amazing. I'd forgotten about it. I write everywhere.
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But boys I will have a mother fucking degree when it is all said and done. THEN I will BE someone.
This is true. I was the first in my family to get an undergraduate degree and it was big deal. I was also the first in my family to graduate school. Pass a subject at school. Go to school.
What's your degree? God if you're doing Criminal Justice or something...
Constitutional law or contracts or torts etc - aren't really laws so much as they should be regulations or codes. I mean, a court only ever needs to get involved when legislation is butchered. And legislation is only ever butchered to facilitate corruption. I wish I could show you the copies of the UK Gaming Act 2005 and various ad hoc and overlapping legislative documents that ostensibly 'regulated' the UK-White-Listed Lotteries and Gaming Commission of Malta; where the majority of the world's 'legit' online gaming companies were licensed to offer their services to the world. This was legislation intentionally written to allow corruption to get out of any 'hole' (you know, that was the intention of incompetence). The legislation was written so horribly, by morons who could and really should have resulted in a scandal forcing the resignation of Cabinet ministers; that I was compelled to collate the evidence, proving every single online casino in the entire world was guilty of "serious offences" under multiple acts.
It was pretty serious stuff, and so after procrastinating for a substantially longer-than-acceptable few months; one day I got drunk and compiled all the laws being broken, and compelled (in some cases) to be considered "serious offences"....
...and I packaged it all up and first asked this journalist working for the Malta Times if she'd be interested in taking a look at the corruption of Malta LGC, the UK Gambling Commission, and some related breaches by into the Financial Services Authority and of course the stacks of anti-corruption legislation which mostly seem to be double jeopardy(?) but whatever.
And she fired back an email saying Yes, so I posted what I'd compiled which was basically evidence PROVING that every online casino - in the ENTIRE planet - was in breach of a "serious offence" as detailed by the relevant pieces of gaming legislation. The "serious offence"? Protection of underage gamblers and persons-at-risk (or something like that).
But it was all very straight-forward. No online casino in the world (that I was aware of, and I was aware of any that weren't lol and most of the lols) will prevent you from wagering whilst you fumble around finding scans of ID, utility bills, etc and so forth. This is because they're so corrupt it's ridiculous. They couldn't care less about an underage person or person-at-risk; I mean that's not the reason they simply NEVER establish ID prior to wagering. The reason they NEVER establish ID prior to wagering is so they can keep all the lost funds of randoms (i.e. 'clean' dirty revenue, terrorism funding [lolz - hey if they can use it I can use it back], drugs, prostitution why am I listing this shit sigh) - they keep all the money that's - lost - and then anytime you cashout, they do these filthy sleazy tricks which got over half a million off me if I'm being honest. But then I wasn't playing House Advantage to make money. I was trying to burn it but not like that. Bah. Don't try and make sense of it, if you can't...but basically they're the creepiest fucks alive.
Suddenly, they care about your ID - it's for your 'safety' they tell you. lolz. They can't show their working because there isn't any. They're the only danger. They're hoping you fuck up and give them an excuse to steal your funds. They're hoping you breach one of the 58 page T&Cs which APs have to get so good at reading because they're like insane complex trapezes literally designed to trap with the most outrageous ambiguous vile...bah I'll get too angry. But basically the instant you try and withdraw, they'll blast so much creep at you - it's unfathomable, and your IDs will be the wrong resolution when they're at such high resolution you can't make them any more distinct, they'll 'lose' the paperwork (no paper, yes), the Security Manager is on Leave till Tues, blah blah - they have all their bullshit moronic excuses because they know you're a moron with a gambling problem.
And so they try and tilt you so that you get furious at them. Because furious and gamble = lolz. $$ They really got me a lot. But then I'm not sure I was - that - fazed about it, cause I was on my way to checking out, I mostly just wanted to show sleazy friends that I was trying to give them the money selfishly - but you can't do that in this world. People will think you're "establishing superiority", trying to "one-up" them, trying to make them feel shitty that they can't afford to "keep up with you", you enjoy all these moronic idiocies in their minds. These are my friends.
Who wouldn't listen when I'd say "How the fuck, am I supposed to have fun alone? Please. Do not mention it."
They mentioned it a lot. It got really ugly. Like I probably should not think about it. I corrupted them all basically; or money did. And life wasn't worth living so I ran overseas. And I wasn't like making formal plans and stuff but I wanted to blow the worthless cash and then they'd see I couldn't fucking care less and they're the corrupted ones who lose their minds over sticks; and then I'd go to sleep with a Shiraz, 100mg Alprazolam watching Casablanca.
A few problems, of mice. They weren't watching. They couldn't care less. I'd left the country. They'd stay in touch, in case I came back but I didn't really think through the whole "how do I show them the bonfires" concept. Dammit, I thought. I've been burning in vain. Maybe I should have written a formal plan. But then I laughed, cause you can't burn worthlessness in vain. So I had to be gay and talk to them about my "gambling problem and the bonfires" - they didn't care. I laughed.
eh. It was just a point I was trying to make on the way out, it changed nothing.
Then something changed. I watched CNN lie to my face every day, in ways...like I can tell you, I can even show you, but people are just weird. I'd love to write about the Thai riots because Thai politics is SO fucking far ahead of any other political system. They're all Machiavellian geniuses, or they would be; if they weren't 10x as brilliant and 10x as cold/cruel.
Which means, they're 10x as insulting / patronising; but then all Thais do that to me. It's only to me. I understand the people they do it to normally don't even notice. Stuff like these girls here the other day:
- all speak both English / Thai; they'd speak English when they wanted me to hear (even if it was nothing about me) and Thai when they didn't (chances are it was about me or something they thought I could possibly care about) - and they're so patronising morons just have let them get sloppy, so I'll be hearing the Thai and sigh and look up and one of them is always snickering at me. So I'll go "what" through the motions and they'll go "nothing" and I go....sigh.
- a common variation on this moronic idiocy is when people lower their voices which makes my ears snap up instinctively; even if I couldn't have heard a word they were saying had they not alerted me; they were doing that a lot as well.
- when they're in the wrong, they suddenly get so insulting with all their caring, it was hilarious at first but I'm really getting over it fast. These girls knew they had to get in and out in quick fashion, and I'm waiting downstairs and they just park themselves and I call up asking what's their problem, they have a problem with my safe which is where they supposedly left something, and I have stuff in there but I hesitate thinking "they wouldn't dare" - and I give them the code. 20 min later I'm about to get violent (i.e. yell, but when you yell at a Thai who's in the wrong, they'll get very frightened cause omg culture dude are you going to hurt me? What. Sometimes I'm not even angry, just excited - and I go "oh fuck, what have you done?" - they do...lots. But then they think exploiting you is in their best interests. Maybe it is. But I'm not in the business of making exploitation of me a good business anymore. So they donk out. But I try to explain to them like these girls "christ I just need to you appreciate you're not making the smart play here - you can't lie your way to zero, surely you see?"
They're not morons. They think I am going to let them lie and renege and give them the + anyway. But no. I'm not you And they lie and 'save' their face to zero. No Goodbyes. Just zero. I came walking in my hotel room, they were supposed to be 5 min, and took 40 and I'm so furious instantly. They've done this 3 min "clean-up" job, I know what that's all about. It's a little bum-hurt feint "emotional insurance" cause they think I'll find it hard to be angry at them after they've tried to clean. I'm ANGRIER. I have housekeeping. I don't need hi-so girls without their maids 'cleaning' because it's insulting. It's unsolicited. They're terrible. They move stuff around pointlessly (I spent 5-10 min looking for the remote, etc) nothing is really 'cleaned' they just 'straighten' and rearrange and put dirty classes under the sink and it's all a whore paint job. And I don't need to go to my safe to know it's going to be empty, of fun. It won't.
I can predict these things that well, now. I laughed because I already knew in my safe there would be a pathetic token remainder...just so they can say "we didn't finish the bag!" - idiotic plausible deniability for a judge / jury that doesn't exist. They finished the bag. And then insulted me, effectively.
It's all creepy bullshit. I spent some time trying to talk sense into them but got bored after 1 text and I'm looking down at them on the sidewalk from my room and they're all discussing what to say and the right wording and they're all still snickering and being incredibly crafty and I've seen it all before...
Wow is this all boring? I like this shit. Also I have nothing else to do. Skip the boring bits.
But these girls have outplayed themselves into 0. And I told them and they snickered and outplayed themselves whilst at 0, so that was that. I mean, it's a bad 'play' for them. They're just such good players, they don't trade, they only exploit. They won't communicate, they only transmit. They won't win, so they lose. Game over.
Then they get worried. They shouldn't be. The game is over. But they'll suddenly understand everything perfectly once they're concerned "shit girls I think he was srs? - better play nice!"
I don't respond. Game over.
Then the caring starts. Oh.my.god the caring of morons who are in the wrong. They'll start telling me how it's not their place blah blah and I'm smirking cause this isn't a Thai trait, this is all over this moronic world. But the Thais are the best at it, and the most insulting - at least in terms of timing. They're worried about me. they were just talking, they think I'm partying too hard (that would be hard, with my empty safe), maybe I should take a break?
They suggest this sweetly. Morons.
They check up on me, they're worried. They hope I understand they were just being silly the other night, they didn't mean anything, they want to make it up to me, we're cool right?
The game is over when it's over. They ring and ring and all 3 of them texting (with all 3 of them writing each text, heads together). They know they've lost now. They're just desperate.
But it's not like I have...won?
Trust me, I have some more losing to do yet. A new number? Every fortnight. Maybe. I'll just take the hits when I forget to turn my phone off and it wake me up with these players suddenly playing very very badly - but then i have a theory that the 'better' the player, the more tragic the player - when losing. Or lost. I hope you don't make me show my working there. I was just very tragic at one point when I had lost.
It sucks really. These girls were kinda fun. And I wanted to sleep with one. Who was playing games, obv. Unfortunately our 'romance' was cut short, by their playing to 0. Never - never - restart a game when it's over. New game.
No one ever listens to me though. They think I'm talking theoretically.
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Casinos.
So yeah I email her all this shocking stuff - evidence of "serious offences" or maybe it was "grave offence" - it was like prison time and big fines for EACH count. And every casino in the world does this for every single customer. In a retarded world hypothetical. I bankrupt the entire casino industry and put them and the entire UK political system behind bars. With that email. Which means. ....
I don't hear from her, so I ask her if it's okay to send to a journalist at the Guardian and I completely understand if she'd prefer I not email her blah blah. And she fires back a quick reply asking me to hold just a bit, she has a connection and she's verifying and stuff - and I'm like "connection? What? NO ONE INVOLVED is going to be clean..."
And then I realise what I'm saying. The whole of Malta is corrupted, and The Malta Times wouldn't exist if it has an interest in 'exposing scandals' lolz. It would be the Malta Sun suddenly. Of course I never hear from her again.
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Earlier I'd tagged this Guardian reporter who'd written this scathing piece on the UK Gambling Commission which is so corrupted, his article basically all but accuses them of it. He accuses them of it, if you're bright. To a moron. They're not literate, so...what do they care if the UK GC has never prosecuted a casino for anything, never found match-fixing, never done a thing in 5-6 years. Just sat there and took the payoffs.
So I send him a rambling email drunk because I'm having second thoughts and the screenshots of my trying to give the evidence of - other - LGA corruption to them (they White-listed the White-List, they're responsible for UK gamblers online) they're flatly refusing to accept it. They're just saying "Give it to Malta". I'm like "It's Malta LGA corruption!" They just keep saying "Talk to Malta". I ask them if they're responsible for the UK players who play online, they are, I ask them who polices Malta when they rip of UK players online and then he had to go and the screenshot just exposes the ludicrous corruption everywhere. So I send this email. Pass out. Forget all about it. A week later I remember, he didn't even respond. This is the guy that attacked the UK GC for being corrupt, effectively. I've just handed him evidence to bring down the entire industry. But no response. I shrug, relieved. At least I tried.
Laughing at how insane they're being being this exploitable just - sheer apathy - seems somehow terrible to me, even if I don't know how to broadcast anything, I log on to get more complete screenshot of some of the other offences. Which are many and short between. And I almost fell off my chair. I literally have the screenshots somewhere - unless they're corruption, but what do you morons care about verification. I verify everything, or could? ....? bah. Worth a shot.
But I didn't even realise you could fiddle with an Act of Parliament without a session or a hearing or some kind of process. We're talking Law right? They'd just reworded the entire "serious offence" so brilliantly I kind of got a little freaked out. I couldn't have reworded it that brilliantly. it was perfect. To allow the corruption to continue and still pretend to care about underage gamblers and players-at-risk.
Just...logged onto the server, rewrote law. No fuss. No trace. No note, caveat, clarification, footnote or ANYTHING at all. Just rewrote a piece of legislation. Next.
True story.
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The number 1 'news' story in the world at this moment is:
Oral sex doesn't make babies. Your whore mothers and your whore sisters were literally born and bred, purely to breed.
1st and 3rd and I didn't even notice they were hammering it.
I read that story in-between in number 2. oh.my.god. You should read it. It's just....
How low has the lowest common denominator gotten these days? Aren't yall afraid that we're gonna wake up one day as....
Pinoys?
lolz. It's okay. They're Catholic. They're fair game. They do - not - play fair. But then they aren't capable of doing much at all. It's not delightful. It's just boring.
Even the prettiest girls cannot please you; no matter how badly they want to...please their parents.
You should read that UN cocaine article. I'm frankly too stunned to be insulted that ridiculously again. Not right now. I need to recover between insults.
I finally found my MBA, or remembered I had one when I was thinking "Why the fuck am I using Windows." We're operating on a fairly advanced plane over here.
You cannot simply state nonsense and then repeat it once the assertion has been disproved. What's this one-horse-town school of yours teaching children these days. I even used shitty graphs in full colour. Gosh.
Punishment as a deterrent will never be effective for the simple reason that crime is the result of confusion, emotional turmoil and ignorance. Punishment would not be required in a Pavlovian world where humans salivated at a bell announcing happiness was incoming. There would be no crime to punish But we do not live in such a world. They corrupted parents who corrupt children when they're at their most impressionable. The result?
Punishment does not work as a deterrent for crime, and it never will because crime is the result of confusion, emotional turmoil and ignorance. You think stalkers (by my definition, "anyone attempting to establish a link between themselves and a romantic interest" - of which there are billions in this world, and no one wants to talk about it) are capable of thinking about the consequences of their actions?
Crimes arise from simple needs. Hunger. For drugs or maybe just a hotdog. Simple impulses can be controlled by simple punishments.
Yea podcast it up. You basically talk into a mic. You can use something like blogtalkradio and actually take CALLERS, then it becomes more of a "radio show". skatzpoker radio would be worth a listen. I'd probably have to take ritalin to follow it though.
This is true. I was the first in my family to get an undergraduate degree and it was big deal. I was also the first in my family to graduate school. Pass a subject at school. Go to school.
What's your degree? God if you're doing Criminal Justice or something...
My degree is in CS. I'm too old for it to be a big deal, but I had already done like 80%+ and that 80% was all of the hard stuff. I lucked into it, because the CS degree comes from utexas, which has top 10 CS program. (although thats mainly graduate programs.) regardless... I now have to write a fictional short story in a workshop. I hope there are a lot of badass chicks who like older redneck types. Stories need a hook.. something clever to wrap it up at the end in.. the middle is just filler... like the center of a twinky. See, thats how you are creative. Shit like that. Bob knows.
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