Look here old boy, I'm just a humble logician trying to make ends meet out of you odds 'n ends and I don't mind saying, I'm at the end of my tether because you odd jobs are getting at my goat.
I don't have time to congratulate you for doing something you should be doing all the time, and you would be doing all the time, if you were Sane. Catching up on your deficient book-learning and applying yourself to the not-yet-attained fluency in speaking your native tongue - the command of which you clearly have no desire to attain, or you would not feel it necessary to alert us of your progress one word at a time - are merely endeavours you really should be undertaking by way of rote.
Though it's mighty irregular for a Toddler to investigate information which isn't known to them already - what with their already knowing a thing or two about everything worth knowing and more; including but not limited to, all of Knowledge - I am prevented from congratulating you out of considerations of puerility. I cannot very well applaud you for acting in your own best Interests, can I? I would risk being charged with the gravest of crimes, perhaps even a Crime against Humanity but the specialists in Humane Law would need to confirm.
The simple and pure truth is that you really should have made short work of The Origin of the Specious decades ago in grade school but I do understand. Your mother distracted you with a spare tittay exposed understandably provocatively; I can just imagine you sitting there facing that dilemma. Mother's tittay dangling suggestively; practically inviting you to latch onto it. On the other hand, Your Best Interests...
I do understand your situation. These spots are very tough for grown men who made the wrong choice as Toddlers. Tittay rarely proves worth the suckle. You can take that wisdom to your grave. All the same, I do get it.
I say I sympathise, old boy.
But here's the thing: I am not your scouser mother, son. I do not have a spare tittay for you to suckle on. All my tittays have been reserved (your mother may be on the booking list come to think of it, but I would need to check - the old noggin ain't what it used to be my boy, but then your mother isn't getting any perkier, if you get my drift).
*sniff sniff*
Do you smell it?
*sniff*
There it is. I'd recognise that sickly 'sweet' savour anywhere. The stench of culpability. You need to let go of tittay.
Hah listen to my tottering on, as if you could even make sense of the brilliance (I know you cannot, which makes me a very ineffective communicator). Not as ineffective as my forgetting to communicate my response to your PM'd concerns regarding the fiscal capacity of illusions to be indebted in illusions to illusions, all of which are bound by a shared desire to hocus-pocus your mind into being amazed by imagined things which have been imagined very poorly, like mysticism. And distract from the fact that you are a slave.
After going to a great deal of effort to pen a fable perhaps worthy only of Aesop, I proceeded to misplace the almost-completed manuscript in the ether of the Internet which I vaguely understand renders a great deal of literary genius unretrievable; or at least, this is my understanding from reading the Wrath of Apes who lose a lot of genius prose this way. Thankfully, what I write is only of value to Humanity, which is liable to undervalue it and so there is no harm done.
All the same, it is ironic that my fabulous allusion (a fable about illusions indebted to illusions which are committed to enslaving billions of very real human slaves, if only with illusionary chains) is now itself restricted to being read by the illusionists who convinced you things you write on the Internet or your computer are ever deleted. Oh no. No I'm afraid that's not how logic works. You'd have to be delusional to believe that.
That is irony, my boy. Look up the definition if you must but there is no need to inform us of your acquiring a conversational command of your native tongue decades late, is there? And only one word at a time? We could be here until the cows come home for the last time.
Irony I can do but it would seem Aesop I cannot manage to provide evidence for doing but rest assured, that shit was done. It's fine if you don't trust me and you shouldn't, really. But then I shouldn't have to tell you any of this or even write you a fable because you're no spring chicken, if you catch my drift.
Though it behoves me not to speculate whether the one came before the other, I will concede you are an exceptionally hardboiled egg. Which comes first, I cannot say but I am 100% certain that you're coming last. I am forced to concede as much.
I said I will give you that much, at least. You're a tough nut to crack; I'd been hoping to dissolve your protective shell of illusionary disinterest in your own best Interests with some surreptitious critical thought but I am forced to admit I have failed to even scratch the surface of your protective insanity.
Organised crime, my boy; who else would be to blame for protecting you from such a curious threat as your own best interests? You're the victim of a Protection Racket as old as any, m'boy. Your mother was a victim, to be sure to be sure; but then if we play that Game it will take us away from what is Sane and that is the discussion about how to end your victimisation which is victimising me.
You cannot be a victim of a Protection Racket until you are capable of being a mark. If you're interested in racketeering, you will be a mark. Every mark is culpable, in this way. On the other hand, I suppose if the Good Lord wanted scousers to be Thinking Men, he would given them brains instead of brawn to work with. And Liverpool FC wouldn't be in the sorry state it's in today.
Unconditional Love. You believe this to be sane, I understand. I wonder who convinced you such insanity was sane. I have half a mind to speculate. But Love is a High Treason cast about far too casually these days.
Someone really must do something about it. Sigh.
If I only had a brain.
All I need is something to work with.
If you only had a brain my brain could work with. Oh your mother is compatible with anyone in bed, but her mind is compatible with nothing. Which is why she wanted you to be her little mate. And then took away your mind cause that's what insane people do when they Love their mates. She left you with nothing and here we are playing the "If Game". What if...If only...
If only you had a brain. Or something that resembled one. A good substitute. A half-decent replica. The raw material I could whittle away into something I could trade, sell or convincingly claim was the genuine article. All I'd need is an unsuspecting tourist or a shrewdly gullible mark unwilling to risk derision for his inability to gauge authenticity. The funniest thing about the ignorant is how they fear revealing their ignorance which is funny because everyone takes advantage of your ignorance for the same reasons that ignorant people who are more stupid than you can't hide their stupidty from you. Imbeciles. Don't fear illumination of your ignorance. That's how you remain ignorant. Did that all just fly above your empty head?
It's hollowed out. A fucking Crime Against Humanity. You're a Crime Against Humanity, currently underway. I could arrest the damage, but then I need something from you.
You have to give me something I can work with.
Give me anything. Some malleable clay to mould. A blank page. A whiteboard untouched by permanent marker. A bench or a shelf or a table, some furniture I might deconstruct or reverse engineer or pull apart in order to build something more functional. Give me an untreated beam or an unlacquered plank. A wall to paint. A chapel to fresco. A canvas to oil. A clean cloth or a cloth capable of being cleaned. That's all I need.
I just need something.
Give me a sink with serviceable plumbing. Give me a tub that can be drained without throwing the toddler out with the bath water. We need your one basket to be worthy of putting all your eggs inside. Give me a bucket without holes. I need a dyke without as many fingers plugging the leaks. Give me a sieve that strains. A pan I can fry with. A pot that boils water. I'll throw in everything I got and you will have edible stew, for a change. I know how to fire up a brain but you have got to give me something to work with.
Give me a club that isn't bent out of shape and I will drive you past every professional golfer in the world. Give me an iron that chips and I'll pitch you so close you only need to tap in to Win. Give me a tennis racket I can use to show you how to hit backhand winners that would make Federer and Nadal applaud. Give me your desire to live without imagined pain and I'll show you how to beat every Olympic and professional athlete for life, in the Game of Life. Give me your wanting to be sane and I will give you the notes I wrote trying to get back to Sanity after 24 years adrift. Give me your will to live and I will show you how life was supposed to be lived.
"But every imbecile and his dog wants to tell people how to live."
Not one of them can hold a torch to my brain. I have proved this fact. But the reason you should listen to me is not because I can destroy you in poker with my superior mind. That's the reason you should pay attention. The reason you should listen to me is because you have the ability to see logic and if you don't, you have to be put down. If you're not willing to stop screaming pain and illogical needy into the emotional atmosphere (which is so toxic, it's poisoned everyone) then you need to placed at rest.
I'm not asking you to trust me if you can't understand. I'm telling you never to trust anyone ever again.
Everyone and everything in your life that you have placed your trust in has abused your trust because you didn't have the ability to realise that there is only one reason anyone would ever want you to trust them.
Give me your trust and I'll kill you. I'll put you out of your misery because if you trust me you are a danger to Humanity. Do not insult me with your Trust. I have no need for it. I could not possibly want it. I need and want the opposite. This is a case for Decency in the antitrust proceedings against the Corporation.
All of them. Fuck them and their insane "Limited Liability" (i.e. no liability because a corporation is not a person who makes decisions). You morons.
Stop trusting the insane to tell you what to do and how to feel and never to think again. Don't trust me. I need you to think critically for once in your life.
Give me your criticism and I will give you my limitless potential. Give me your criticism and I will give you unlimited potential. If enough slaves gave me their attention, I could rid this horror-filled world of 99% of pain experienced and imagined. Give me your eyes and I will open them to a world of horror that you will no longer be terrified of. You will cry out in fury at the raping of the world's young but you won't feel pain because that's what you feel when you're emotionally insane.
You will scream if you're emotionally insane and you saw the Truth. You will need to become Sane first and then you will see the truth very quickly. When the narcissism is gone, you will understand where everyone has gone wrong.
It's an issue of not being Selfish. You all need to get Selfish very quickly. It was too late 3500 years ago. What kind of reason is that to self-perpetuate the horror?
Give me your Selfishness and I will make you the most nobly Selfish person you can be. The more Selfish you are, the more noble you will be. Try and be Selfish when you've been made to be insane with emotional corruption, and you will nothing but a screaming narcissist who sleazes onto everything and everyone imagining they're being crafty but then they're only engaged by other narcissists who are trying to manipulate them. Narcissists suffer when they cannot understand why no one listens when they talk incessantly about themselves.
Give me something to work with and I will give you the ability to make it all about you for real instead of your endless existentially-terrifying screaming that everything should be ME ME ME. That's not a convincing argument.
Yes,I understand why you're convinced by it. The reason you're convinced by it is the reason everyone who is convinced by the identical argument (not to be confused with being remotely the same) hurts you, takes advantage of you, lies to you, deceives you, plays you, insults you, disrespects you, degrades you, abuses you, belittles you and makes you feel ashamed. And worse than all of those, the reason that convinces you that everything should be ME ME ME is the same reason no one gives a flying fuck whether you live for long or whether you fucking died today. If they do, they Tricked You. Oh they probably Tricked Themselves first. That's the best way to Confidence Trick you know.
Give me an axel that doesn't skew left or right and I need only to point the way forward; you could drive yourself straight into the reality of Utopia where there is no such thing as fantasy. Not in the way you fantasise. Utopia is an industrious place where no one has ever had a holiday. No one has ever escaped it's vicious clutches. It will draw you in and envelop you and chances are, you probably would never escape it's hold on you. Utopia would be addictive like oxygen.
It's brutally real. If you're the sort who loves to fantasise, I'm afraid almost no one really ever dreams there. It's a nightmarish world of endless Halloween celebrations of indulgence. You won't need to watch your weight because you cannot indulge in insanity. There will be no hangover because you cannot indulge in poison. Utopia is the indulgence in Sanity you have never dabbled in. You will be as fat as you want to be, or as thin as you want to be and you will never be confused by lying mirrors ever again.
Utopia is a city without mirrors, but there are more reflections there than anywhere in the world. You will always look your best because your best will be however you want to look. No one will get confused by your style because it will be defined in ways you cannot imagine yourself looking. You will look good. Period. There will be no reason for you to look bad. Which means no one could possibly even think you look bad, but they will help you look better than good if you're into looking your absolute best.
They will leave you in peace if you're into being left in peace.
People in Utopia are only ever interested in doing what they want to do. They have never and will never be interested in making other people do what they don't want to do. The idea that someone would suffer to please another would horrify all of Utopia. If you view equations in linear terms, you would find Utopia a terrifying place of potential. Utopia is not a zero-sum game. Everyone progresses. Or everyone remains stationary.
No one would ever be so cruelly treated as those who scream in pain without being treated humanely. No one ever pulls back on Humanity. They will be silenced with tender humane attention instantly.
If you're that sort of person who likes to lose occasionally or force losses as often as you can, you won't think much of the place. If you see the world in black and white, or fancy your ability to navigate through shades of grey, you'll be lost in Utopia's shades of white. It's not a Trick or Treat world.
Everyone is treated to the minimum required not to feel unforced pain. How happy you want to be from there is up to you. No one will force you to do things with the idiotic assertion that you can invest in torture and get a payout in happiness. If you're the sort who gets a kick out of making others suffer; or someone who feels they can treat themSelves by tricking others, you would hate Utopia for a very short time. Then you would be at peace forever. No one turns tricks there. There are no pimps or whores.
If you want to be insane, go back Home to your exploitation. It's backwards. Turn around. Drive back into insanity. It's the other way from Utopia. You'll have to ask Opus Dei for directions once you get closer to batshit crazy; they know The Way back to the Dark Ages if you're determined to go 'forward' in reverse.
Lots of people claim to know The Way but none of their theories can stand up to logic. This one is logically bulletproof but I welcome your machine guns. And your peashooters. Logical rounds only please. I have precious little time to waste on you all before my tolerance runs out. I know the path to Enlightenment. I've travelled it. I'm telling you that no one else is willing to hold their insane assertions up to the illumination of pure logic. They only want to exploit by holding debates between themselves on issues of idiotic irrelevance. I'm telling you this is the Way. If you don't understand it you need to put yourself down.
I'd do it for you, put you down for Humanity, but I'd sooner kick along. I'm sane but I've spent a lot of time on this fuck-crazy planet and I'm very nearly over the filthy snivelling and snickering of the made-to-be-insane.
Give me a combustible engine with spark plugs I can replace, oil I can change, petrol I can syphon out and replace with rocket fuel. Give me an uncut diamond to work with or one less bloody than the red one on your finger. I cannot cut Utopia out of the blood of human African children.
Give me some fucking material to work with and I'll make you a cape. You won't be superhuman. You'll be your own superhero.
Give me what little sanity you have and I will make you a Selfish hero who wants to be humane again. Give me your human DNA if you have any left or admit you're the final product of the Darkest of all Ages.
It's the Finale: The Age of the Warlords. Tricked Vassals are serving out the game. Suffering to please. Exploited by those they trusted. Everyone feeding upon their own. Humans fighting for illusions of ownership. Everyone struggling for control. World your shit is out of control. But it's okay.
It's very near the end of the game. No one knows how the game started but I can tell you how it's going to end. It's a Love story. But no one wins in love. No one likes talking about it, I've noticed. But when there is love, one party screams in pain when it's over. The other party doesn't give a fuck. You like that? Little reverse freeroll on all of Humanity.
No one wins. I know how you hate spoilers. Just wait. You're going to Love it.
You'll have Loved it to Death. If you can't have it, no one can. That Insanity is what Love is. Love is a game theory guarantee to Game Over.
On the drizzly Sunday night of Oct. 16, 1859, Brown, then 59, led 19 armed soldiers of his Provisional Army from their rented farmhouse in Maryland across a covered bridge over the Potomac River to seize the huge federal arsenal and armory in Harpers Ferry, where 100,000 guns were stored.
The gang, helped by a member who had lived in the town for a year, cut telegraph wires, took hostages, seized the government complex and waited for the revolution to begin. But local militias rather than legions of fleeing slaves poured into town. Brown was surrounded in a brick firehouse, and he and his surviving men were captured after a 36-hour standoff.
Ten of his men were killed, including two of Brown's sons and a former slave, Dangerfield Newby, who had joined Brown to free his wife and six children from a Virginia farm 50 miles away, historians say. Angry onlookers cut off Newby's ears for souvenirs.
Fucking niggers.
Yes I'm talking about the fucking niggers who refused to take freedom when it was handed to them by John Brown's heroism.
Memo: Emergency Military Tribunal Convenes Attn: BLACKDANIELS
The day Toddler Men (who were already slaves) imagined it would be a crafty thing to exploit women (who were already slaves), men became niggers. The women remained slaves until they chose to have children. Then those women became niggers.
If your mother was allowed to have a brain by the imbecilic Toddler Men niggers, it's possible you would have one as well. You were born with one, did you misplace it? Forget to bring it with you in a hasty relocation maneuver? Throw it away incapable of appreciating its value? Or was it taken from you by a Human who understandably (if not justifiably) felt no Loyalty to Humanity but that was only because she had been stupid enough to imagine it was humane to treat her in way she now treats herself. Talk about degrading.
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More than two thirds of women would be too scared to go to work without a full face of make-up, it has been revealed.
Leaving the house bare-faced for the commute to work would be more stressful than public speaking, a job interview or even a first date for most women.
Do you understand this kind of suffering? This is insanity. I'm talking about the insanity of your allowing your mother to continue to be exploited like this, by the way. Why do you let her treat herself to exploitation? Are you playing a Confidence Trick on her after she got you one good? Two morons don't add up much right but they sure get a lot wrong when they try. They think in terms of insanity like "justice".
Think about it. Two wrongs making something right? How are you this religiously stupid? If you're a moron who cannot add "an eye for an eye" and "a tooth for a tooth" and come up with four instances of insanity then you would probably consider "justice" to be sane as well.
Do you realise I've just proved that no one who believes in "justice" can function as a human being?
Your mother was insane to make her own little slave/s. All mothers are. Don't carry her illness forward bravely into the world. That's what the Golden Rule is designed to ensure. Break that rule. And you'll break the cycle your mother failed to break. She broke you instead. I'm here to tell you Good News. You're fixable. You could be serviceable again.
In Utopia, no one would be insane like your mother. She thought she knew better than her child about how to be happy but she was unable to make the logical case for why you should do what Society has never made the logical case for doing (suffering in order to create happiness). Those who make slaves tricked them into feeling this could make sense. They impose these idiotic and provable insulting opinions onto all their victims without realising - and this is the rub innit - that they are victims themselves. They're not happy, are they? If they were happy, they wouldn't be corrupting children with their insanity.
They believe they have a motive to make children suffer so that they can profit from the resultant fighting and fucking and sweating; the Holy Trinity to manufacture self-perpetuating human slavery. Your mother is insane and so are you.
Obviously, I'm not really talking about your mother but mothers. Period. It's just easier this way.
If you think the suffering of another person is "worth it", where "it" equals anything, then you are insane.
The difference between suffering and exhilaration is distinct but it's not complex. It's a consideration of "free will". Children who want to study will love to study at an intensity that 99% of Confidence Tricked children suffer torturous pain in doing - because they are being forced against their will, after having been prevented from appreciating that learning is supposed to be fun.
The definition of "torture" (and I don't give a fuck what niggers who misrepresent English definitions say) is: Forcing someone to do something they don't want to do.
If children don't want to study, the best way to make them hate studying is to force them to study anyway. What are they going to learn if they're being coerced to study under threat of [insert demented Toddler Parenting Fail here]? You cannot terrorise an education into a child. How cute that parents believe such a thing was optimal. Or are they the co-conspirators like mine were; hand in hand with the state who paid them to abuse their children. You cannot make children afraid of the consequences of not studying. They're just going to associate learning with pain.
You're all Pavlovian dogs. I have some Good News for you. It wasn't Good when it happened, it was the Worst News. I have Good News for you though. Your masters are not as 'nice' as Pavlov. They're kinda mean. Cruel. Vicious. They kill hundreds of millions of you. Shhh. You don't have to trust me. In fact, until you stop trusting people you'll never be able to make sense of anything.
You have been abused by imbeciles too stupid to understand the simplest things about motive. Prevented from doing things which are not in your interest. 12 year old girls fuck pedophiles because they want to. They've been made to want to. Little boys lie about their age to get the opportunity to die for Illusion, Illusion & Illusion. They've been made to be this insane. There is no such thing as Royalty. There is no such thing as a God who wants you to fight wars with humans. There is no such thing as the national borders which divide Humanity up into little plantations of exploitation with domestic terrorism the primary consideration of every state's government.
The 'sovereign' nation-state is an insulting lie given to the world, courtesy of Westphalia sociopath bloodthirsty Confidence Tricksters.
All of this horrifying exploitation is only possible when parents take advantage of their children and make the children think they should suffer to Please them. Horror.
The pedophiles are cool with the pain experienced by a virgin because they're demented narcissists who are pleased when others suffer to please them. The 'sovereigns' are cool with the deaths of boys and boy-men in horrifying slave wars because they are demented narcissists who are pleased when others suffer to please them.
Your parents abused you in every possible way because they are imbeciles who live in a world of slavery. Everyone has been programmed to be insane. This is as provable as logic can prove anything. If you think that wanting to do something without wanting to explain your motives could somehow be sane, you're insane. It's never going to be in your best interests, when you imagine you shouldn't have to make a logical case for your actions or the actions of others you would have suffer for your pleasure. Only a corrupted toddler could ever be so stupid as to want to do something which they are unwilling for others to know about or to want anything they cannot rationally justify or even explain.
THEY JUST WANT TO DO IT OKAY!?
No. That's a terrible reason for war.
If I was derelict in my duty as a Card-Carrying Member of the Human Race, I would be as Guilty as the Citizen of Humanity I understand is only now being charged in relation to her treatment of you whilst you were impressionable. A shocking betrayal of the Trust invested in her by the InterConnected Humanity to which you both Belong.
If you are curious, I am authorised to inform you of everything and unauthorised to withhold any information from Card-Carrying Members of Our Species. Though it should not give you any degree of personal satisfaction, and you have my sympathies but not my compassion nor pity for the horrible suffering which you have endured as a result of this Human's crimes; no doubt it will give you some small degree of comfort to know that steps are being taken to prevent this from ever happening again. 10,000,000,000 instances were all that were required to snap Humanity into Action and I for one hope it will not take another 10,000,000,000 to clean out the rot.
Your biological mother is being charged with Crimes Against Humanity directly relating to her soliciting a Human Beings Entrusted to Her for Safe-Keeping with whom it is alleged she has Conspired with to Commit High Treason.
She is also being Charged with a Crime Against Humanity for Conspiring to Betray the Human Race with Love. I daresay she may have dragged you into a real pickle old boy. I'll know more once I sift through the paperwork and receive my orders from our High Command regarding the most Humane Course of Action.
You should never be congratulated for acting in your own best interests because that is how they changed the goalposts from Sanity to Insanity. You do nothing impressive or worth applauding when you do something 1/20,000th of something you should already have achieved. It should be conduct you already proactively involved in to the point of obsession. If you were Selfish, you would obsess about your own best interests. It's hilarious that people who imagine they are Selfish but who are too stupid to have a clue about their own best interests; somehow manage to get their Selflessness confused with Selfishly acting in their own best interests. They imagine they are being Selfish when they enslave other humans and/or manipulate human slaves into wanting to suffer in order to please them. They feel this is especially crafty.
Those who made them slaves made them feel that way.
Those who want to feel that way, continuing to shun all attempts to free them from the bondage of misery that will entrap any slave in the business of making slaves, are niggers who love their chains.
Making free humans to be slaves is how you are made to be a slave. It's a Confidence Trick and the joke is on everyone.
If you don't understand the logical Truth of these proofs, it's because you're an imbecile. That's how they retain your services as a Slave. Freedom is as easy as an education away. Not wanting to be free is a Crime Against Humanity.
It is not a Defence Argument that you only did what you did under duress. You are coded to be free. If you are to be slave, you have that right. But you do not have the right to enslave the free. That's how you sign over your right as a Human Being to Live Without Pain.
There are no other rights enjoyed in Humanity. Anyone who tells you otherwise is committing High Treason, by spreading inhumane sedition. Confidence Tricking humans into becoming their Slaves.
Your corrupted instincts which did not serve you well in a mock debate you could have won at any moment by deferring to Logic (if only you had the capacity) but which you lost convincingly (by consistently failing to demonstrate any capacity for logical thought); have fortunately come to the attention of the Power to which you have not sworn allegiance because it is assumed that you will always act in the best Interests of yourSelf.
To that end, High Command has directed the convening of an Emergency Military Tribunal where it seems you are to be charged with some very serious crimes. I request that you do not do yourSelf the disservice of making things any more difficult for yourSelf than you already have; and in that spirit I hereby extend the invitation for you to surrender yourSelf at the first available opportunity to respond to those charges and answer the allegations which are in the process of being collated.
Your urgent attendance and willing participation in the proceedings is hereby requested and expected.
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