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Today is the sixteenth anniversary of my arrest and my addition to a scientifically proven ineffective waste of State resources SO registry for life. 9/11. The day my faith, trust, and obedience to the State collapsed with the force of two towers.

It was an attack on freedom and personal liberty, the prez'll tell you. Lol, he has no idea. Sixteen years later, I'm still rebuilding, unlike New York. This is even pretending the trade center attack changed anyone's life in a substantial way. Either you died in it, had to mourn for a few months the loss of a loved one, or had to find a new job. Then you were good, your mourning was over, and you were ready to watch history channel documentaries fifteen years later and brag to your friends how that was you that got that footage. Meanwhile, i can't walk past a church without risking being arrested (in some states) sixteen years later.

That IS pretty cool how it was Sept 11th when i was arrested. Total coincidence.

Haha the Korean landlord dude i gave the deck to texted me last night and said he'd zelle me $100. How cute. He musta felt bad. Never saw a guy just suddenly walk off halfway through a job and not even aks to be paid anything for what he's done.

A guy who does that must be extremely wealthy or so fucked he doesn't even care anymore and already has one foot out the door of society.

Nice guy, this one. Parasite landlord, yes, but not a slumlord like all the other ones.

Should i write his tenants and thank them for the $100? Without them, the parasite landlord wouldn't have been able to pay me the $100, so i feel like i should thank them.

One of my stalkers is now posing as a car removal company and sending me texts offering to haul any old cars away. Nice, right!

That is pretty cruel. Clever, too. Guy gets out of prison a second time for crimes he didn't commit, and when trying to put his life back together and looking for a work vehicle, he gets beat twice on craigslist by private sellers and then twice more by mechanics who cheat him on repairs on the things he got beat by buying in the first place. Now two tagless broken down vehicles and a third soon to blow up vehicle is parked in front of his... er, i mean the bank's house.

If i were a degenerate troglodyte, I'd do the same thing. Find somebody i envy and try to hurt his widdle feewings.

Well then, I'm ashamed to be a redneck with the three broken-down vehicles. What do i do next? I'm not used to being ashamed, so i don't know quite what to do.

For no reason should i be receiving texts from a car removal company. I've not ever used one, registered with one, called one, or emailed one. No car removal company would have known phone number x belongs to a guy with three broken down vehicles.

I keep screenshot records of everything for my portfolio. These are things that are happening as a result of the State's actions and will answer their questions concerning 'why' i did what i did (when i do it).

I keep it all. The pranks calls from the forum christian prophets of doom to the woman trying to sell funeral insurance to the cat lady. All of this is excellent gaslighting, and i will be sure the State knows about it.

I'll be that guy that the two detectives on the ride from the station won't be able to talk about. The cat will have their tongue the entire ride. They'll wanna draw it all out... what a scumbag this guy... we're heroes, doncha know, etc. There will be none of that. Just silence behind some country crap playing on the radio.

But they won't go too far in this silent reverie. They won't question their own integrity, what they're committed to, etc., because they're too dumb. That's not an excuse, though. You don't get a pardon because you're too stupid to know what you are and what you're doing.

Some good trivia for all the hybristophiles out there. Did you know Fred West's old man encouraged the boys to have sex with farm animals?

Fred's fam was the British equivalent of the folks from Wrong Turn (just as Willy's was the Canadian equivalent).

Lotta bizarre stuff going on in the lives of the british lower working-classes as they live out their lives in almost total squalor, huh?

And Rose? Holy christ, was that woman a BOSS. If she thought you were hot, she'd try to rape you, no questions. Not even a "hi, I'm Rose" first. That woman could f*** a whole football team and then win five mud wrestling matches in a row after that. She became ugly at around twenty, though. As a child she was just a quiet little retard that bobbed her head all day... maybe because of damage done to her brain while her pregnant mother went through electroshock therapy. But once she hit adolescence and had a few hours in the sack with dad under her belt, she came into her own as a certified sociopath. And what a great addition to our ranks.

I'd wager that had Fred been making enough money working (had a strong work ethic) he'd not have been such a compulsive thief. Had he not been such a compulsive thief, he'd have not gone to prison for ten months, leaving Rose to tend to the three childrens. Had all this not happened, Rose very likely wouldn't have wasted Charmaine.

You've got a single later adolescent aged working-class stepmother of three struggling to hold down a household, and the oldest of the kids is a snot and won't do as she's told because Rosie isn't her real mum.

Wut do you do. You kill dat little **** and put 'er in da freezer sharpish like, mate.

None of this is funny to you, Brits, because these two are yours... but to us, this is like dark monty python. One can't not laugh if they imagine what it would be like to hear these two talking during one of their bizarre sadomasochistic rituals with some kid hanging upside in the basement. The accent, mates. The British accent. British Rose in her spiked leather underwear and a belt shouting perverse sexual obscenities at a naked child.

In fact, if a healthy minded American were present there in that basement as this went on, there's a good chance he wouldn't try to stop it just so he could hear this comically strange language try to stage something evil. G'head... try to imagine what it would sound like down there.

If i was getting significantly more work while advertising the same five years ago, might we say that something the Don has done has caused my potential customers to have less money to spend today than they did five years ago? Or would we say those customers would be fucked right now no matter who was elected?

https://youtu.be/8YL602VSvb4?is=q6IAZmAbcRpjsw0j

There are not words unless you went really hard like Baudrillard. But there are no good readers anymore, so why bother. It's not just revolting disgust that i feel. It's also an indescribable loneliness... like one might feel wandering around on a desolate planet. How can nobody else know how sickly and horrible this world is after seeing such a thing. A whole philosophical history lies behind everything happening here... a terrible history full of mistakes that can never be undone. This ad is a collision of everything gone wrong.

How can only I know this? How can anyone still 'hold on' after seeing such a thing? Why would you be careful to do the 'right' thing? There IS NO right thing in this world! If there were, such an ad - everything foul and obscene about it- wouldn't exist!

How many millions of this new generation think this garbage is clever? Is it safe to condemn an entire generation of people? Can I say anyone under the age of... ehhhh, 40ish, is a soulless zombie?

Lol and the shit doesn't even work. Again you're being conned by a capitalist.

Not only does he create this repulsive ad but in it he presents you a fake product.

What happens when the 21rst century is finally rapped out? What you are hearing in that ad. No longer even an attempt to rhyme... just stupid strings of dialogue auto-tuned by AI.

Alright, I'm on the Moors Murders now. Ian and Myra... lovely couple. Not sure yet about this Ian fella, though. Need to do some more research. He may just be a self-engrossed wanna-be nazi narcissist who had a normal childhood and not a genuine sociopath. We need to see if, and what, the world did to em, first. I'll present my findings when my examine is finished.

Meanwhile, some music for the intermission. Myra Hindley, ladies and gentlemen.

Take it away, Myra!

https://youtu.be/hQ_wNv5IWDA?is=M9M8mtyLHeiKtvdj

Fun fact: Myra and Rose West became best pals in prison.

Oh, i should also mention that Myra's doodle there on guitar is a thematic representation of one of the very reasons why we sociopaths have no remorse.

The song is about an old con whose given ten more years just when he thought he might be getting out (or something like that). Myra, too, having spent thirty years behind bars and so old now she couldn't murder a goldfish if she tried, is again denied release from prison.

The proof is in the pudding. The State and its citizens do not seek or even desire the rehabilitation of their criminals but rather eternal revenge and retribution. Who then is the greater sadist... the criminal or society?

Knowing this in advance and not having to go to prison to experience the evil of the State firsthand is possible (thanks to songs like Myra's), but going to prison is always better.

As Ian once quipped, "My murders were recreation compared to the war cimes of Tony Blair."

It's important that this generation's sociopaths know Myra's story, Ed Kemper's story, and the story of all the obviously rehabilitated and/or now old, docile and impotent serial killers who have spent thirty or more years in prison and are denied parole again as people at home clap their fevered hands in front of the evening news.

Brothers and sisters in psychopathy, it is for hero martyrs like Myra and Kemper that we walk the socio path together.

So this Brady fella is turning out to be qualifiable after all. He's not got the extreme stuff going on like incest or mom dressing him in skirts 'n shit but he did have no father, nor did he know who his father even was before he (the dad) died. Mum, not being able to support Ian (she was no Rockefeller), gave em to a couple with four kids of their own. So we've got the fatherless kid being given away by the mum. Not bad. He gets good points for that.

Then around nine comes an affinity for the outdoors, and the animal torturing begins. He's sent to a school for above-average kids and starts getting into trouble. Now he's also breaking into houses.

At 15, he drops out and takes a series of low paying menial jobs. He gets points for this. This means that he got to be cheated, exploited, and abused by various employers. Major points. He's now officially excluded from the upper-class petite-bourgeois category of fake sociopaths (Loeb and Leopold), which i don't include in the ranks. This is very good for Brady.

Now it's getting somewhere. He's old enough, with a bad enough family history situation, and intelligent enough to draw general nihilistic conclusions about life and the world. Being a thief is no problem for Brady.

Then comes more charges and the training schools. In those schools, he no doubt observes some questionable ethics on the part of her Majesty's institutional practices. Wracking up the points now.

Once released, he commits to learning bookkeeping, surprising his parents with his intense studying. More points. An intelligent and ambitious young man who doesn't know who is own father was, was pawned off by his mum as a kid, exploited by wage-slave drivers before he was even a legal adult, experienced the horrors of training school, and is intelligent enough to be a nihilist, STILL TRYING to do right and get a real job when he should already be a psycho killer. MAJOR POINTS.

Fast forward through the dross of working class British life several years, and we start reading Hitler and de Sade. Oh, great. That's all we needed. Above average intelligence 50s british working class guy who's worked his way up to nihilism by paying attention to his life experiences now finds the work of two megalomaniacs. While reading a hunerd days of sodomy they're just starting to sell Playboys down at the news stand, and maybe Brady gets a big idea when he sees a naked lady sprawled out on a bear skin rug. They're now enticing nihilists with above average intelligences with commodified sex? Bad idea, mates. Very bad idea.

Mr. Brady was also a Capricorn, and you know what that means. Whatever he does, he gonna do very, very well. So he's gonna be a very very good dickhead. Bonin, another Cap. Horrible people are scorned Capricorns. They will destroy everything like a George Foreman (another Cap).

So, we have a sadomasochism growing out of the fertile soil of early life experiences and being watered by an intelligence exposed to the radical apocalyptic ideas of mein fuhrer and the insatiable sexual appetites of a perverted french aristocrat. And if we're not already fucked the lad discovers the story of Loeb and Leopold. Now, all he needs is a sexy 60s posh chick with a freaky side that he can nickname 'Hess' who will help him commit the perfect crime.

I'm impressed and satisfied with my findings on case file Ian Brady. I would have preferred his childhood trauma was a little more perverse and severe, but he does qualify on a technicality.

Myra's good shit, mates. Love the deep smoker's voice she has when talking. She's a serial killing nihilist version of Hannah Arendt by day and a Joan Baez by night. She was the indisputable smartest chick in the whole prison, staff included, and wouldn't stoop to anyone's level even if they did wanna be her mate and not kill her.

Make no mistake. Myra sings for us all, including the childrens. We are nothing but snapshots in the wind over the moors. Photographs capturing a brief moment in time, a moment that means nothing, forever, forward or backward. Myra knew this.

Did she just want to be a british marilyn monroe with a blonde beehive for a nicely dressed adventurous intellectual chap on a Tiger Cub motorcycle who was much less mundane than most men? Perhaps. What are you supposed to do when your soulmate wants to murda muhfuckas, but you're also a nihilist who knows nothing matters, so why shouldn't this perv go ahead and have sexy time with the childrens? See what i mean? This is horrible shit to have to deal with when you're smart af and in love with an evil British james dean.

Ahhh, okay. Myra's old man comes home to the brokest district around Manchester from a tour in north africa and goes straight to the ddrink and poonching on Myyra and ees old laady, see. Then she's made to live with granddad while Maurine gets to stay at home. Favoritism. Mm-hm.

One time, she gets harrassed by a schoolmate, and her old man tells her to beat her ass or suffer a whooping from him. So that's what she does... knocked that bitch the f*** out. So Myra's already kinda a matriarch before she meets James Dean. Parents were both domineering and fighting constantly. She has all the elements in place to go full psycho later on.

When her and Ian met when he was newly hired it was like that scene when Mickey and Mallory met when he was delivering em meat.