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.
"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?"
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
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)."