Look what that loser creep sex offender said:
Is that you?
And you’re trying to help him? Where is my assistance?
Fuck all of you stupid, loveless, disrespectful animals.
Get the loser creeps and the society you deserve, dumb cunts. I never felt loved or supported. Nobody helped me. They helped the creeps, losers and the irresponsible.
My forum bitches don’t even love me they just want me for my body and so they can brag to their friends about me. Don’t think i don’t know what’s going on, Danny. Loveless nymphos, all of them.
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You should be dying instead of me.
I vote just the stupid asshole parts of you both/all die and what is left over will be one percent less annoying. And that’s something.
Mine is the only vote that counts here. Make it so.
You’re both my crash test DUHHHHHHMBies for fake aggression. How’s my driving?
You’re just another loveless animal.
Btw Maryann, your Harmonic Triads material is scatter-brained nonsense. I’m not the only one who can’t make heads nor tails of it. But at least you’re trying.
No one helps me, no one loves me, no one gives a damn. Except about the creeps and the irresponsible losers.
Being a kind, nice guy did little for anyone including myself. Fuck you assholes.
But that’s a real reason to live, bro! Imagine everyone wanting you to die… being hated by a herd of mindless cattle… nay, not just hated but positively put in danger by them. Actually assaulted and accosted by them in so many big and little ways. Rights and privileges stripped, property taken away and vandalized, imprisoned in forced proximity to diseased people (i count this as germ warfare by the State, btw), on and on. This is every reason to live because your freedom becomes boundless, uninhibited by laws and civil contracts. You live so that you may kill them before they kill you!
Ah, but one has to already be some kind of barbarian to call this opportunity. That’s what’s so great about me, bruh. God and the State hit a bullseye when they made me. There couldn’t have been a guy more wrong to fuck and by the (bad) luck of the draw they picked me.
Everything was in place by the time i was 18. A card carrying sociopath. I had every reason to emancipate myself from society already but that single thing that would truly give me justification: betrayal by the State. Prior to that, it was just imbecile parents, a couple of mental institutions and the capitalist employers and renters that were fucking me. But when i was convicted and imprisoned, i was born again…
Do you really think all that? And do you really think it works for Ecmandu? If your goal is to quarantine the “loveless animals” outside your comfort zone, I have accomplished my mission, rodent. How’s my driving? You wish your name was Daniel!
You have perfectly described the life of your mother living with you. Or I mean, you living with your mother living with you.
Imagine having to hear this every day for six years because nobody will rent to you, and you’ll be arrested if you leave and have no address to give the sheriff. I’m trying to help the world understand why many serial killers start with their mothers. She literally sickens me. I even hold my breath when she walks by.
One more time for ya. God is dead. People are not equal. One day, you will die and be gone forever. You mean absolutely nothing.
“I wanted to get away from my mother because I was dreaming, thinking, fantasizing murder. All day long. I couldn’t get it out of my head. She and I—I couldn’t battle with her, because I was very intimidated by her. She’s six feet tall, she weighs two and a quarter—225 pounds, she’s not a fat woman, she’s just this great big woman who I was terrified of. She had, uh, verbal capabilities you wouldn’t believe. I used to watch her field-strip grown men in emotional little contests. And when they’d get to the point where they wanted to smack her, then she’d start attacking them on beating women. ‘Oh, slap the woman around!,’ you know. And she’d toy with them on that and I’d watch these guys dance around the room having fits, knocking out windows, punch a hole in the door and then stomp off. And she could control people like that.” - The Mad Titan (Ed Kemper)
I love the sound of a strong woman in the morning. Get it, Mom!
So what you’re telling me, Brian, is that women should let men knock them around if they don’t act feminine enough—which is what they should’ve done in the first place, because the men are too weak and insecure to share power (mutual recognition)? That we should cater to the serial killers? That’s the solution?
Why didn’t the son of a bitch defend his mom? Why did he think it was OK for the “men” to act like that? Blame the “men” who he grew up around—not the mom. She was surviving that bullshit and not a victim. He just went and made more victims. What a piece of shit that came from pieces of shit.
Did he turn it around in jail? Did he see that there was more to him than a piece of shit and start acting like something more than a piece of shit? Who showed him?
Big Harry sighted protecting his fully satisfied woman Sally in their love nest.
“That’s where all the strong Christian men are,” he said, when I asked.
I’m not crazy; you’re crazy.
Same birthday as this piece of shit I live with.
It is essential that the parents are on the same page about discipline. Which is why it is essential that they figure that out before they’re married—or doing such things that reproduce children. If they have completely different values, the kid is going to be super confused on which values to hold. Males are more likely to side with males (to form a strong male identity) and females more likely to side with females (to form a female identity), unless there’s too great of a power struggle and not enough affection/reward (then they will flow/identify with the path of least resistance). But sometimes differentiating kids who have very little flow with either parent will do whatever they want, and telling them not to will make them want to do it even more, and no matter what you tell them about why, they will question it. They turn inward and flow with themselves, and if they’re never affirmed, they will aggress, externally &/or internally. Funny how that works.
…unless they are shown otherwise.
…and we pass it along to our kids until someone somewhere along the chain is shown otherwise.
But if you’re in survival mode, then even if someone shows you something otherwise, you’re going to stick with what helps you survive as long as you’re surviving it. Sometimes it takes removal from the context to give the alternative a chance to germinate.
So if you have the address you need, sleep somewhere else and do all your stuff somewhere else. Just don’t go too far away, so you can check in quickly when your parole officer (I’m sorry, do you even have one?) comes around. Or however that works. And don’t come back until your head is in the right place for mutual recognition (even if your mother isn’t expecting it or practicing it—if you wanna see a miracle, initiate & maintain it like an unmoved mover and see what happens… and how long it takes. Your mother is not a hardened criminal. Methinks you will see results rather quickly). Stop making excuses. Nothing changes unless you stop making excuses.
Every time you feel like saying no to her, tell yourself no instead. Fight back with courage against everything in you that wants to say no, that wants to rip yes to shreds like it’s a ravenous lion, and treat saying yes to her like an extreme hunting sport you have to survive like a (sober) man. You have to overcome your unruled self first. There is much beyond your control, and much that should not be in your control—and much that should not be in your control until you are in your control.
I’m rambling.
It’s almost like “otherwise” & “overcoming“ are downright supernatural. …except it’s the other way around. It’s a return to the supernatural … the first natural. It’s getting our superpowers back… long forgotten in that land indistinguishable between wilderness and paradise.
(Don’t mind me.)
That’s not how it works. A child with shit-for-brains parents who’s critical years of development are sabotaged transfers the burden of guilt onto god and State, each of which will pay for the sins of the father and the mother. For example, when sexy Ted is born fatherless, in shame and out of wedlock, whatever resentment and disgust he has for god and society is earned. When the young Danny Rolling is told by his parents that he’s a worthless failure that wasn’t wanted, he earns his contempt for god and humanity, and their ‘rules’ no longer apply to him.
Now, of course, this is halfway false because there is no god… but the serial killer should act as though god exists so that he may give himself purpose in his contempt for humanity.
In shorter words, “You get back what you put in,” as the saying goes, and this is no different for gods.
Forward to God the following recommendation for case file Chikatilo.
Next time, don’t create a world in which, as a child, you get to watch people getting eaten because everyone is starving to death under a fake communist dictator.