1996 is when this genius wrote this 50-page work of brilliance. I think he lost his job over it, or at least, he's no longer working for the NSW RTA now. He still methodically updates his 1996 proposal, with new data or new technology when it presents. I read his 2002 and 2006 proposals as well. The crux remains the same. In 1996, they had the technology, the study, the recommendation, the opportunity, but...? Where would they make up the deficit in pain?
I knew I was being setup somehow. I act in my own interests, and killing people wasn't. It's that simple. I was doing compulsive things I seemingly couldn't control and I know the creeps that comes from. But at the time, I would blame myself, of course. We all blame ourselves because we're taught to feel ashamed at the things we do when we've been - setup - by smirking and snickering creeps. This is straight out of the Catholic play-book.
They condition you with creepy Spam, effectively program you to do something, put all the variables in place and then - tell - you not to do it.
"If you wear condoms you'll burn for eternity. Tsk, you shouldn't even really be having sex. We should all be pure and abstain. So let's try for that. Sex is okay, but not something we'd encourage. But if you're going to do it, whatever you do, make sure you don't burn in Hell for eternity."
Then they snigger away; lol? Cause watch! He always does it. Hehe. Smirk. As suffering and confusion and shame wracks the world; and everyone blames themselves. Or finds ways to 'cope'. No one copes. Everyone suffers. No one wins this moronic game.
Especially not the fucking creeps.
I had nightmares for a decade after I killed those people. They didn't die, of course; but then I don't like thinking like that, because what right do I have to 'luck'. I should have killed so many people who didn't die. No one ever died, when I killed them. But then most should have, mathematically. Many die. The ones I killed didn't. It seems irrelevant. I killed them.
I wrote off their car, but the ravine was an optical illusion. I peered over it cautiously to see the four most conflicted faces I've ever seen staring back up at me. They were furious; after all, I'd run them off the road and taken 35 min to come back for them. But then they were also relieved / thrilled to see me. You can drive on that highway for hours without seeing a car.
I had to drive the father back to the town they were heading to. I kept trying to offer him the keys but he wasn't interested. I said, "I'm a terrible driver." I was almost in tears. It was the first time I'd ever allowed myself to even consider the - shameful - possibility.
He said, "Just stick to the speed limit and you'll be fine."
130 km and almost two hours later, I dropped him off and turned back to Adelaide. I didn't speed for about 4 days. Within a month or two, I was as bad as ever. But then, I'd been conditioned - literally - to speed.
In every car magazine, they advertise high-performance crimes, as selling points. Acceleration, torque, maximum speed. Racing racing racing.
And I'm trying to cross Ratchadapisek Road one day and see a moped rider get taken out by a taxi. Pretty gruesome stuff but then I was just annoyed. I was trying to get across the road for 20 min but the traffic was just surreal. As in, it made no sense. They'd break the speed limit by a factor of multiples, race up only to screech to another predictable stop. Accelerating like madmen, only to scream on the brakes. And everyone just flying. I couldn't find a safe gap - I'd think I'd have one, but then they'd see clean road, and just max out capacity.
Only to come to a grinding halt, of course; where they wait, and wait, for some bottleneck to clear. Getting frustrated, all these CEOs and VIPs. Trying to edge little gaps, taking unfathomable risks, inching forward through the insanity, trying to get lucky today. I laughed. So many people killing each other racing to...? Their slave jobs. Minimum wage. Don't wanna lose that! You're so lucky to have it! Many don't, in this damn economy. Have you seen the unemployment figures today? lol.
Then they race home. Risking live and limb along the way, to collapse in front of the TV. Just brilliant. Until the mathematics. And yeah, unlucky. But only because they lived. You cannot take the risks moped riders in Bangkok take every day, and get away with it; mathematically.
You only need to look a bit closer and you'll see the horrifying scars of reality. Well hidden of course. No one likes unpleasant things. Surgeons do wonders of obfuscation these days.
The dead are forgotten.
The injured slink away, scars of society. Faded, ever lurking. Unable to die, but living for...?
It's a fucking ghastly repetitive cocktail of fuck.
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Annual Global Road Crash Statistics
Nearly 1.3 million people die in road crashes each year, on average 3,287 deaths a day.
An additional 20-50 million are injured or disabled.
More than half of all road traffic deaths occur among young adults ages 15-44.
Road crashes are the leading cause of death among young people ages 15-29, and the second leading cause of death worldwide among young people ages 5-14.
Each year nearly 400,000 people under 25 die on the world's roads, on average over 1,000 a day.
Over 90% of all road fatalities occur in low and middle-income countries, which have less than half of the world's vehicles.
Unless action is taken, road traffic injuries are predicted to become the fifth leading cause of death by 2030.
Unless action is taken?
Maybe another deterrent campaign?! It's fucking 9/11 every day on the roads of the globe.
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Annual United States Road Crash Statistics
Over 37,000 people die in road crashes each year
An additional 2.35 million are injured or disabled
Over 1,600 children under 15 years of age die each year
Nearly 8,000 people are killed in crashes involving drivers ages 16-20
Road crashes are the single greatest annual cause of death of healthy U.S. citizens traveling abroad
It's fucking horrifying. All those children. All that pain. 2,350,000 million injured or disabled per annum. Who cares about the lucky ones that pass away.
I was reading a magazine in Bangkok, page 3, yellow backdrop. A Maserati. 3 lines. I can't remember what the first two were, but I will remember the third one my entire life.
"Maximum Speed: 300 km / hr."
That was it. Simplistic. Perfect. Criminal. They're advertising crimes. Brainwashing children from when we're tiny...to speed.
Then they let 16 year olds drive rallycars; sportscars, high performance vehicles. Maximum speeds ~ 250 km/hr. Speedometers subtlety twisting the reality, in a creepy unsubtle way.
The power of suggestion. They do the same with murder, rape, violence and hatred. Revenge, envy and fear.
Then they pretend they care. They do everything possible, except the Obvious. They don't want to lesson your freedoms, I'm sure they'd say. These are the creeps that track everything you do, everywhere you go, everything you say. Suddenly they care about your civil liberty, to create suffering.
But they'll spend so much trying to convince you to do the - right - thing. Telling you its wrong to think you can beat the game. Huge expensive campaigns of Spam, horrifying children with simulated slow-motion high-impact crashes. They burn rhetoric into your mind like propaganda, which flies in the face of their filthy creepy 'tolerance' for criminality capacity.
"Every km over is a killer."
"Speeding kills."
"Double-demerit points on holidays."
Smirk. Snicker. Giggle.
"You won't beat our speed guns and RBTs."
Fucking creeps. Stop daring children not to care.
All of them 'deserve' to die, but then they're so fucking moronic. They're not even remotely intelligent, or even sane; they just think they're being impossibly crafty in the same way the US neo-con hawks think they're being crafty. Playing their endless tragic little games. Yes, they get a rush when they throw a million marbles into play. And then...?
You cannot rush if you cannot feel the pain of the loss. They are addicted to the game. And that means, they're addicted to pain. Like fucking dumbazz monkeys, in a dumbazz clinical trial punching on a fast-release electric shock button, whilst the button that dispenses sweets is ignored. It's boring. But this pain is great!
Humans are racing to create robots. The Catholic Church has been methodically plodding away, in the other direction. And they're going to lose the race. They're so close, you should see the robots here in the Philippines. good god. Too stupid to be alive. Too dumb to know they want to die. They just breed. It gives them a sense of family, of purpose, of shared pity when they suffer. And they suffer, of course they suffer. They can't afford to feed their screaming children. They were told God would be on the way.
Any time now. Have faith.
Smirk.
These creeps aren't even happy. They're not winning. No one is winning.
Everyone's just playing their moronic 'games'. Creating misery. Being miserable. Powered by pain.
"Jews have always controlled the business... The motion picture influence of the United States and Canada... is exclusively under the control, moral and financial, of the Jewish manipulators of the public mind."
"Jews have always controlled the business... The motion picture influence of the United States and Canada... is exclusively under the control, moral and financial, of the Jewish manipulators of the public mind."
-Henry Ford
Is the whole "just say no to revisionist theory" thing just a smokescreen for the fact that 4 million innocent Jews died in the Holocaust?
I'm referring to the children, killed by the Nazis and their parents.
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