The world does not revolve around us.

The world was not created for us. The world was not created by us.

The world created us; and rebellious and obstinate as we were,

we turned on that which bred us; only we forgot to note that

when our host dies, so do we.

Narcissus.

He defines a narcissistic culture as one in which every activity and relationship is defined by the hedonistic need to acquire the symbols of spiritual wealth, this becoming the only expression of rigid, yet covert, social hierarchies. It is a culture where liberalism only exists insofar as it serves a consumer society, and even art, sex and religion lose their liberating power.

In such a society of constant competition, there can be no allies, and little transparency. The threats to acquisitions of social symbols are so numerous, varied and frequently incomprehensible, that defensiveness, as well as competitiveness, becomes a way of life. Any real sense of community is undermined — or even destroyed — to be replaced by virtual equivalents that strive, unsuccessfully, to synthesize a sense of community. It can mean also many other things.

Democrazy.

Democracy is unstable as a political system as long as it remains a political system and nothing more, instead of being, as it should be, not only a form of government but a type of society, and a manner of life which is in harmony with that type. To make it a type of society requires an advance along two lines. It involves, in the first place, the resolute elimination of all forms of special privilege which favour some groups and depress other, whether their source be differences of environment, of education, or of pecuniary income. It involves, in the second place, the conversion of economic power, now often an irresponsible tyrant, into a servant of society, working within clearly defined limits and accountable for its actions to a public authority. –R.H. Tawney, Keeping Left (1950)

The morning sun scorches the dying bees; earthquake predictions are regularly ignored so as to avoid causing undue panic should the predictions be faulty – which they quite often are. Local television news report of the 7.9 M^w earthquake event as thought it was brought on by “climate change” and “global warming”; and at the same time the Myanmar junta is slow to respond to offers of help, scared as though they must be to appear weak and scared to accept help from people that just some months earlier called for their overthrow and prayed persistently for their deaths when the pompous monks demanded a resumption of fuel subsidies.

The Chinese government allows free market elements, yet now they are bad for doing so; the government was not firm enough when handling out construction contracts; was it not just following the recommendations of the IMF and World Bank (the scum of the world in my book, so to say) economists. It is their fault, their fault; when it happens to us it is by accident, when it happens to the ideological enemy, we are always quick to blame.

Light goes up.

The Soviets do what the U.S. does; when the U.S. or its allies do something, it is done for freedom, liberty and prosperity; the soviets do the same, and it is an act of dangerous aggression, a fascistic totalitarian act of despicable inhumanity. We will liberate you. Let you taste the air of freedom—the same system as before, we just changed the faces of the rulers and the empty words they spew.

What you are I was, what I am you will be.

It is double-think; not mere allegory, not mere criticism, it is vast and it is efficient, intelligent and deep, profound;

. . , the rulers of mankind . . . maintain side by side two standards of social ethics, without the risk of their colliding. Keeping one set of values for use, and another for display, they combine, without conscious insincerity, the moral satisfaction of idealistic principles with the material advantages of realistic practice.

Inert mass of mangled flesh.

The Tibet question persistently calls for a final solution; once and for all the Tibetan Youth Congress and the Government of Tibet in Exile must be eradicated by vigorous effort from the side of our beloved Chinese comrades. No longer can this vile excuse of a campaign against the glorious Middle Kingdom be tolerated; no longer can the infantile westerners looking down from upon their softly rocking moral high-horse be allowed to roam free. Renfail was sent off to China, arrived late last week; The Evening Whore cites five things he should bring up, which included free movements for foreign press within China… Hu will laugh at Renfails ugly warped face as he utters the sad words in mangled English to the interpreter.

Some kids apparently wanted to murder the useless douche Chuck Norris. It’s about time someone takes time to remove that cancerous curse from the face of this planet, that no-good repugnant Christian lunatic should be “fixed”. Whacked. Though the kids’ death-threats were most likely jokes. I joke like that all the time. It’s hilarious. I recall a friend in school who once called in a bomb threat to a local school, though sadly he was not articulate enough for them to comprehend his half-laughed shouting: “In 2 hours it’ll blow!” I’m sure many laughs would have been had if only he’d taken time to calm down before uttering it all.

Chuck Norris does not miss the opportunity to promote his own solution to the marginalisation of certain students; he preaches to those “lost souls” and offer salvation… in martial arts. Chuck Norris the retard, the subject of a stupid pathetic Internet meme some years ago that certain ill fellows still think is hilarious—would not be missed if he were to depart this world. His accursed wretchedness is inexcusable.

In other news, brain-dead Evening Whore-forums poster CREST, or as he is also known as “crust”, went on to appear once again with a show of his splendid intelligence when he praised Fredrik Reinfeldt (Renfail) for his very bright activities in China a few days ago. Renfail left the Administration, or as he himself likes to think of it, Hu Jintao personally, a list of 13 degenerate human rights activists which he would like to see freed from Chinese prisons. It was much applauded at home in Sweden, were locals suffering from a inane belief in their own importance believed it to be an significant move that would actually prompt the Chinese meet the demands for democratisation.

Alas, Dalai Lama, once funded by the CIA back in the olden times as means to provide insurgency in the region and check Chinese influence, has found much better realms of existence. He now goes on political crusades for democracy and other disgusting things, and constantly tours the western world while speaking vague rubbish before audiences of inbred mongrels. Flat tax, fair tax, same shit; all the same, democracy, shitocracy (funny as hell, I know, right?), democrazy, democide, genocide, the subversive groups must be purged, fixed; kill Dalai Lama, nuke England, seize power in the U.S., outlaw political campaigning for the flat tax, jail people that disagree, have people for pets in your dungeon—

Circles in the snow, the autumn leaves fall from the trees, colours white and brown, a disgusting mishmash – scissors in the flesh, the accursed liberals seizing the world; the collapse of the USSR the greatest disaster in history, now unchecked liberal democracy is infecting the world, human rights galore. Outlaw Amnesty International, jail activists! Stop free choice! Stop the free market! The world endlessly spiralling downwards uncontrollably, towards a black abyss, across the river children cry for their dead mothers…

Force feed me your love-nectar, my dear–

Surprise…

FUCK TIBET.

Society of the Godless.

A lunatic is a lunatic is a lunatic.

I had a dream. A dream wherein the world was flat, and in the sky huge detached heads hung with bulbous cheeks blowing the currents of the wind; a 1700’s copper stick mangled into a pornographic panorama – meaning what? The “Dream-coach” could not tell me, he merely raved on about personal issues I felt were in no way related to the issue at hand. But such is our individualist society. Every human a universe on its own, unrelated; betwixt the different universes are no threads, no connections, just magnetic forces distantly acting upon one-another, constellations of stars radiating rays of energy into space too faint to be seen, worm-holes, spatial paradoxes—the enigma, the unexplainable, remains unexplained; the knowledge we could not gain because we were busy contemplating whether we should wear a red or a blue tie to the graduation ceremony.

The focus lost, in Tibet the separatists, the brainless ethnocentric scum, running in circles on the streets of Lhasa; this is lend-lease; “we give you the guns, but you fight”, thus spake Dalai Lama, the old uninterested leader—the Brezhnev of the East—and flushed down a handful of painkillers with a shot of whiskey. I am from The League of the Militant Godless; we come to you tonight with only one goal in mind. We shall put your God on the cross, to prove to you it is a mere mortal much like you; we are well-exercised in the fine art of executing ideas. An Idea can survive the longest human lifespan, but it cannot survive us. We’ll light a fire underneath the cross and dance, and we’ll say “Nyah” a million times before the fire dies.

Love - don’t love

That depends on the eye that sees,
that depends on the heart that beats.

Deep down inside I long (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside I cry (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside

A volcano - an ocean of time
A cloud creates shadows of doubts

Deep down inside I long (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside I cry (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside I grief (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside

A closed hand,
bloody string.
A closed mind -
angel blind
There is a medicine

Deep down inside I long (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside I cry (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside I grief (nothing will be like before)
Deep down inside

Delusional News Story of the Rapture.

Life… stretches ahead of us, ugly and misshaped, a grotesque deformed gorilla baby with legs growing out of its rectum. The skin so hairless and lacking any detail, just a dark and rough skin, underneath which hides that frightening brown flesh… threads woven densely, impossible to cut into even by the most advanced sharp knives and laser equipment. What am I trying to say by this nonsensical rambling? – not sure, if anything – maybe the nothingness, the utter nonsense, is a point in itself? Or maybe that is just a contemplation resulting from confusion – confusing who, really? That which is I – which is to say a spatial collection of subatomic particles and organic-electric currents – is not confused, it must be you. Take my hand; let us dance, across the iron rails of the stairs up to the Reichshalle entrance. Underneath the silky Red Flag, let us kiss; besiege tradition with the hideous clothes we wear, sewn into our flesh—

< But the time – or rather, the sand – has run out, and as we fight on to find the secrets of the buried ferns, we eventually realise our work is in vain. What we do is irrelevant. In fact, everything is irrelevant, null; a big spread emptiness. Tinfoil on your head, NWO, Alex Jones, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, perish, perish; all you need to do is Perish. Michael Savage, aka Michael WEINER (no coincidence there, that much is sure), there is more than one thing that is a mental disease, and that is not only liberalism, but also conservatism.

Weiner’s campaign was unsuccessful, and he and his father excoriated the left for anti-Semitism as the reason for his loss on his father’s radio show.

Weiner—I can’t forget about his name. Not a chance in Valhalla that it is a coincidence; let us bash the left, they all hate Jews (except the evil communists in the ADL and ACLU, right?) – though again and again I find myself reading about a person who just turns out to be the most absurd fail ever… and then, it turns out he’s a Jew. Though, exceptions to the rule do of course exist – let us for example recall the brevity and intelligence of Lazar Kaganovich and all the good things he achieved. I’ll step on you with my high heels if you disagree. Verbal zero-tolerance. Deviation from Party-policy is unacceptable. The five-year plan must be achieved. Protesting is illegal; do not think we are unaware of your subversive plans, do not think we are unaware of your foolish misconceptions. We can read your mind.

We read you like a book. In the morning we discuss you over coffee. We know all we need about you, and would something require use to dive deeper into your unconscious, we can do so at will. You cannot defend yourself, you cannot escape. We are everywhere.

We are the resistance and we are the central government. We are the fascists and the communists, the Nazis and the Zionists. We are all things, left, right, up and down, druggies and straight edge. The Ku-Klux-Klan and the Freeway Revolt, it was all our workings, just for the sake of petty laughs.

A man shoots eight people at a Jewish school. Just days after Israel completed the killing of over a hundred Palestinians. As you all know I am not a supporter of human rights, but quite clearly, most media has responded very strongly to this event, something that stands in contradiction to their response to the Israeli excesses recently. Israel is very keen to keep the KPD (Kills per death) ratio up. Under 200 is unacceptable, so in order to “level the playing field” they have sex on the control panel at the central command while pretending they are adhering to some ancient Jewish rite, and end up sporadically launching a few missiles at civilian structures. If anyone asks, they’ll just say it was a raid on “terrorist nests”, you know, like when you’re dealing with a vermin infestation.

Perhaps a nice war is brewing in South America. Some neighbouring countries are angry at the retarded Colombians – one of the primary U.S. proxy states in the region - after they engaged in a few military activities on other countries soil. In other news – whalers shot a protesting environmentalist cunt. I hope we will see more such things in the future. Too bad he didn’t die. He should not have worn a Kevlar vest. Blood drained from aging pigs. Marches – protests – useless, puny; vile displays of… perceived self-importance… the value of a vote… is nil.

Gordon Brack (Brown) was much displeased to learn of some anti-war people being mean to people wearing uniform. Like it is a serious thing; soldiers should be able to deal with the psychological stress of such harassment. They are paid killers of course, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but let’s not use some stupid fashionable words to avoid the clash between this and the liberal-democratic conception of rights, and especially human rights.

Israel must be pushed into the ocean… shoved off the continent… and back to where it should have been in the first place… New York City. See what I did there? Anti-Semitic joke. Funny, wasn’t it? Especially if you are a Jew, right? The corrupt and evil Zionist psychosis organisation American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC) is dedicated to securing that the Hezbollah TV-station be designed a terrorist organisation… it’s crucial to prevent your opponent from providing information that disagrees with your own propaganda. The U.S. accused China of increasing their military spending. It was said that “their spending is much higher than the official numbers show”, something that is ironic given the fact that the U.S. Department of Defence spending is partially kept secret (20-30% of spending earmarked for ‘black’ projects) and away from independent book-keeping, and on top of that dispelling parts of the actual DoD budget on other government departments, to make it seem smaller than it really is. Some estimate that the practical budget for 2008 will be moving in on $1 trillion dollars.

The Lonely Night Hysteria.

You did it again,
yes you in the mirror,
you put your faith in a cruel world,
All my dead friends come to haunt, harm and hinder, never letting go,
here to drag me down to Hell,
just say goodbye…

I was much offended this morning when I came to notice that a Christian Criminal had commented a rather old blogpost of mine, obviously appalled at my closing statement about how religious clergy should be executed and religious believers sent to labour and re-education camps for training in the proper ways to see the world. Beginning with some cautious moves – “I am not even sure it is worth commenting” – this diseased fellow is sure one bad sick bastard. Of course it ISN’T WORTH COMMENTING. Why did you have to do it? I chose to approve the comment, however, because it splendidly shows the true stupidity and fail of religious people.

“You make the same old assumption that thru out the ages has been made: Christianity =’s religion.” Here, as far as I was able to read, this person claims that I equate all religion to Christianity, or something. I am not sure, there’s a strange “’s” after the “=”, so maybe it was intended to be something else. The post in question specified that it was for all religions. This includes Islam, Hinduism, most forms of Buddhism, Mormons, Judaism, Catholicism, Protestantism, etc. I hope this deranged one isn’t suggesting Christianity is something more than a mere religion— in which case this person is more stupid than I first thought.

Then the Christian deviator continues to and fails to make much sense, since it seems as if it has not properly read the post. Oh, and Jesus never existed the way he was portrayed in the Bible, hope you know that. Then it seems to suggest that I am prideful and believe I am without sin—I am anything but prideful (but sure as hell HATE-ful). One part – “Religion is nothing more than Man or womankind’s attempt to explain our existence. This is not Christianity… The work of Christ was not to explain our existence but to offer eternal life…” – seems to suggest I have initiated a discussion of this. It was the old redneck in the videos to which I linked which presented Christianity as an explanation to existence; which by the way is a crucial part of most religions, including Christianity, regardless.

Then the post suddenly loses touch with reality; claiming I see myself as the high priest of history and the well-read bearer of truth, which is just a fucking stupid thing to say. I’d never raise myself to such heights. I am of the opinion that everything I and everyone else says is utter rubbish, a retarded voluminous regurgitation of nothingness, a black hole of fail. I’m full of shit, and so are you, Christian. I know nothing, and neither do you. We all just assume a lot of tripe is true, though we will really never know, the end days you await will come someday, maybe you’ll be long dead by then or not, but it will never be the way it is in your orgasmic fantasies. Nothing ever is.

The end is the end. We walk a uneven path through a rugged mountainous landscape of deserted villages and pitch black forests full of decaying carcasses. Everything is a lie. There is no such thing as truth. Your views are out there and all over the place, oh Christian deviator, you will be judged one day, not by God or Jesus, but by my firing squads: an event you cannot stop no matter how much you believe. It will be the end of humankind, for nobody will escape my grasp, you are all dirty, sick; we are all sinners, rot woven into flesh, the smell of scorched human bone, and as such we must be eradicated. No more promises and hopes, no more FAITH or other delusions, no more false belief in how things will work out in the end—

No sorting, no mercy; all equal at last, tissue ripped off limbs and grilled pink, a public barbeque, the mass extermination of the human race, the final solution. Do not make the mistake to assume I hold myself above others. I am certain that I am as worthless as anyone, and I will finish of myself once my job of eradicating everyone else is completed, for as I am a human like the rest of them, I must also perish in the Great Purge.

Now that this issue has been sorted out, I’d also like to add one more thing. It was that day a while ago. The day whose name shall not be mentioned, sometimes referred to as the “Day of Love”. The day it was incepted in its modern form was certainly not a day of victory—well, not victory of love, either way. Maybe victory for the companies selling flowers and heart-shaped objects and chocolate in red heart-shaped boxes. I’d like chocolate in a yellow box shaped like a hammer and sickle, where each little bar looks like the badge provided by the State Stalin Prize 1941-1954. That’d truly be a superior thing. Much better than some pesky hearts… though hearts in a realistic and accurate shape and size made of chocolate would be pretty cool too. I’m not sure I’d like to desecrate such a great thing by eating it, however. I prefer my Stalin medals intact.

We love like fighting cats, sleeping under the moon outside a burning barn, bringing heat to our frozen bodies by way sex and proximity to the fire, slowly burning out and diminishing into a glowing mountain of grey-black ashes, like a volcano by night it glows—and we, intoxicated by love and ecstatic sex, embrace one another and become as one.

There’s no such thing as free will, so what does it matter that “freedom” is “infringed upon”? People should not be free. The Bible is pretty unclear on the subject of free will, occasionally suggesting it exists, other times not; how is it going to be? Are we responsible for our own sins, or is God? Does God make us repent; make us ask for redemption for the sins God made us commit? Why would God create organisms so imperfect such as us? If we were created in the image of God, what does that tell you about God? : That God is a mean, sadistic psychopathic control freak, worse than even me, and on top of that – unlike me – God is omnipotent, all-powerful. I have no power. I make no difference and have no illusions thereabout.

Contradicting ourselves is in our very nature.

Is this life this degradation
this pointless game, humiliation
Born to die, we’re born to lose
and not one choice we make we choose
And when this life is at an end
we find that Death’s our only friend
Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord?
Can God really be so bored?

We waste our lives destroying, hating,
while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting
Blind to beauty blind to love,
we fear of our loving Lord above
Some live their lives to play their games,
some live as victims, the insane
Your experiment oh Lord has failed
and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us

It’s futile so I’ll end this note
and find a knife and slit my throat
and come to track you down oh Lord
you better watch your back,
be sure that when we meet you’ll be surprised
no loving praise, no glee filled cries
Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs
and the question in the end is “Why?”

–London After Midnight, A Letter to God

This fail knows no bounds.

A local newspaper recently proclaimed that McCain was ”the candidate with which the world would have the most ease cooperating”. This coming from a newspaper published by the mentally limited Liberal Newspaper Ltd., it comes as no surprise, but its sheer idiocy is too much; one really cannot help but cringe at the thought. McCain was, after all, the deranged old bastard who stood up on a stage and with a screeching voice sang, “BOMB BOMB BOMB IRAN!” Of course he’s going to be a great diplomat. He’ll send hellfire raining down upon all nations disagreeing with his Christian delusions.

On a lighter note, I have not eaten much of anything for a good twenty six hours. I consumed some popcorn as a substitute. Very good, indeed, save the fact that not eating has left me feeling kind of nauseous. But I guess the awesomeness evens out in the end.

And as I relish in my own misery, there comes a short flash from a pesky ad someplace, a disgusting little blurb that hits me in the forehead like a sledgehammer; the event has the dimensions of a colossal asteroid impact; it’s that guy with the sweaty reflective and sullen forehead and the ridiculous expression on his face, the Christian lunatic – none other than the Devil himself – or whatever evil deity you might classify him as – Ron Paul. He’s back again with his receding hairline, the wrinkles and the Constitution, he’s back with mongrel supporters that make fan-art quality campaign contributions, cheesy advertisement that makes you retch—it’s a total and utter horror show; lunatic supporters running around freely in the streets, lighting a few bongs and screaming something about the evils of the Federal government, NAO, and how good rebels they are for not paying taxes, how the “truth” about 9/11 must come out—

It’s the FEMA death camps again, it’s Alex Jones, it’s Ron Paul, he’s the only hope; like brown and partly dried blood, he flows over the world, a thick mud-like substances that smells of iron – ironworks, gold – he’s talking about the gold standard and how it will save the U.S. from all things bad, smacking his conservative fist in the face of neo-liberal conservatives like Dick Army; It’s not Tom De Lay, it’s La Vey, the individualist sock puppet who wrote the “Satanic Bible”, what a bunch of drivel—

And no, for the hundredth time, the Trans-Texas Corridor, a project to build a network of over-dimensioned tolled motorways combined with railways and various pipelines, is not a part of some “FEDERAL GOVERNMENT LAND GRAB”, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. It’s a quite poorly planned project, way over-sized and quite frankly uneconomic, but it is not a federal government land grab. The project is within the state of Texas. No plans exist to extend the TTC outside Texas so far, though some cheapskate state governments wanting infrastructure to come without much cost and effort for them might look into expanding tollways. The “NAFTA SUPERHIGHWAY” is a collection of existing roadways of NATIONAL IMPORTANCE. What part do you not understand?

Tolled motorways suck like suburban sprawl, and so does Ron Paul.

Disease.

“Life is like watching TV”, a person once said, “a rubbish channel full of unendurable sitcoms and saturated with commercials blipping by every twenty seconds. You cannot record it to a tape or a DVD; you can’t fast forward or skip any segments. You have to endure it all. But at the end of the ride you freak out and look for the rewind button, but it’s far too late and before you know it, it’s all over.” Maybe it’s true; maybe it’s just a heap of rubbish that doesn’t really mean anything. Then again, what exactly isn’t a heap of rubbish that really doesn’t mean anything? Any meaning is purely illusory. Any purpose is purely a figment of mans imagination, a fictional adventure that never quite takes off.

You don’t know who you are, and no matter how many things you might come to try, you never will be sure—except that time you manage to convince yourself that you do know, that it is no longer a mystery, that it all makes sense now.Or maybe life is more like a gigantic roundabout, twenty different roads to take and no signage or signals whatsoever. You can guess, take the fast lane, take the lane which most people take, you can do whatever feels “right”, but in the end, it does not matter, it makes no real difference; all the roads are lined with deadly traps and other dangers, all the roads offer views of the exact same vista, picturesque flower gardens full of homeless people and withering trees poisoned by the salt-saturated ground. And you mean absolutely nothing.

As the Jante law commands, so shall you live:

1. Don’t think that you are special.
2. Don’t think that you are of the same standing as us.
3. Don’t think that you are smarter than us.
4. Don’t fancy yourself as being better than us.
5. Don’t think that you know more than us.
6. Don’t think that you are more important than us.
7. Don’t think that you are good at anything.
8. Don’t laugh at us.
9. Don’t think that anyone cares about you.
10. Don’t think that you can teach us anything.

No, it’s not up to you. It does not matter what you want. Your want is unimportant; it’s as foolish and ridiculous as religion. I want to destroy you. I want to make that very clear; my heart will only be at rest when my work here is done; my work, my work to destroy humanity. Hateful, bigoted; a narcoleptic masturbates and ejaculates on the third floor above the smelly store selling fresh fishes while watching TV in his room, lit by the neon on the opposite side of the street, neon advertising prostitution—“liberty”, you say, “liberty was always the most important thing in the whole world” – let the drunkards get drunk till their livers collapse, it’s their choice! “It’s their body, their decision,” you say, I say, shut up, kill yourself. Spare me the effort of having you eradicated.

No more, mother, stop this, no more, not another second, unendurable, my eyes they itch, I claw at them with the ferocity of a wild beast, help is none, my thought patterns make no sense, an endless stream of suggestive imagery, erotic grotesque nonsense; imagine laying on a deserted beach at sunrise and have your throat slit by a masked man in a diving suit. I really cannot form any sentences of any coherence today. Excuse me. Kuomintang wins Taifail elections, U.S. war with Iran draws closer, all the presidential candidates for the U.S. election are absolutely deranged psychopaths – Halley’s Comet, meteor fragments, Tunguska, M5, M34, Inner Ring Road, Manchester, Massachusetts, Extinction Events, ANC sucks, Zuma is one crazy idiot who believes showering after a rape will shield him from HIV—

A disgusting “market” in India burns, and I rejoice. India needs to burn, the entire nation set alight, a beautiful fire, a blazing show, such a gorgeous inferno. I could make love to you while we’ll watch a DVD collection of George Bush’s stunning public displays of his oratory skill. Tony Blair’ has run out of anti-aging pills since he became an enemy of Weiner, oh that pesky Weiner and his World Control Scheme – there’s no NWO, there’s only a Weather Control Device and a Time Machine – Weiner does no longer need the services of Tony Blair, as such, he no longer has access to the secret medicines needed for him to stop aging. His true age is now obvious. Sixty eight years counting, a grey-haired and weathered wreck of a man, once a strong figure with strength behind his words reduced to a mere lame-duck puppet—

Reality, reality, nonsense. Get a life. You say that a person that is not a virgin has nothing to say. To lose ones virginity is maturity, you think so? Kill yourself. Die in a fire. All hope is lost. Hope is per definition a delusion. Negativity, oh my, never would have guessed. Taifail, Tinfoil, conspiracy nuts, death to Ron Paul, 9/11 Truth movement, oh so many idiots abound, will it ever end, this avalanche of dreadful failure, intelligent design no way, ha-ha!

I’ll play you against one-another. It’s all in the game. There is no life after death.

I’d sooner slit my wrists and risk discovery of hell

than stay another moment here where certain devils dwell