Dziennik paranoi

Do czego może doprowadzić zbyt restrykcyjny system penitencjarny i nieuzasadniane pogłębianie stanu zagrożenia? Perpetuum mobile paranoi będzie tu adekwatną odpowiedzią. Tym razem w ramach polemiki między dwoma skłóconymi obozami niestabilnych emocjonalnie osobników pragnę przedstawić zapis paranoi pedofilów, którzy najwyraźniej przejęli cechy antypedofilów, czyli największych zwyrodnialców noszonych przez matę Ziemię. W pewnym sensie przebijających nawet w swoim perwersyjnym uwielbieniu dla sadyzmu SSmanów. O ile paranoję nazistów można wytłumaczyć niemal postapokaliptycznym krajobrazem zastanym po przegranej wojnie, to psychozę sexodzieci czasu prosperity można zganić tylko na zbalzowanie buraczanych elit "klasy średniej".
  Blog którego link mam zaszczyt prezentować warto czytać na zimno bez emocji, analizując go li tylko chłodnym umysłem. Tego sobie i państwu życzę.
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"My blog entries lately are erratic and full of a lot of B.S., for that I apologize. I am just trying to put down what is in my head, regardless. As far as "taking people with me" well, I don't know if that is right or wrong. In fact, I don't know much any more what right and wrong even is. My view is either everything is right (in some regard) or everything is wrong (in some other regard). The question (one I am struggling with at this point) is, "Does it matter?"
Does anything matter? My mother is crying right now, because her son is in trouble again. She tried to raise a good son, and she knows her son has a good heart, so why does he do these things? She is probably more hurt and confused than me. Does it matter? It hurts me to know these things, but DOES IT MATTER???
A hundred years from now, all my mothers pain will be forgotten, and other mothers will cry for there sons. A million years from now there probably won't be any mothers (at least not like we know).
I have feelings, in fact I think I must be more sensitive than most people because I seem to feel more than they do, at least more than what they openly express. I feel for the starving children and families in the world, others say, "Oh, that's too bad, but I can't do anything so..."
I wish I could be more honest about my feelings, but those demons made sure I'd never be able to do that. I might not know if it matters, but just in case, I am working on an encrypted journal that is hundreds of times more frank than this blog could ever be (that's why I keep it encrypted). I figure in 30 years or more we will have the technology to easily crack the encryption (currently very un-crackable, PGP) and then the world will know who I really was, and what I really did, and what I really thought. Also, maybe then they will understand that despite my actions, I'm not a bad person, I just have a disease contracted from society, and it hurts a lot.
I hope to complete this journal before I die (soon) or turn myself in (I still might do that, I think it is the right thing, but of course, I'm not sure).
Speak of being sure; I wish I could be sure about my thoughts. But right now the only thing I'm sure about is that I'm sure about nothing. It is not a good position to be in considering my circumstances (being a felony fugitive and all)."