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Only two sets of circumstances justify having a childrens. One should either be bourgeoisie and therefore completely insulated from the horrors of the world so that the childrens suffer very little or not at all, or one should be reproducing for the purposes of creating more anarchist illegalists to destroy those bourgeoisie.

When will the working class cease being a herd and become a pack?

Could it perhaps be said that that is the greatest possible pleasure on erf? Where wanton violence against the rich merges with principled action and virtue, spiritualizing itself and giving design and purpose to life? To have both claws and wings, to do both good and evil.

In any event, under no other conditions is human reproduction justified philosophically. Working class family-making is out of the question. It's pure sadism. In fact, a working class mother and father who bear childrens are synonymous to the capitalist parasites in this repsect; they are the reason another human being is going to be ruthlessly exploited.

You know what happened to John boy and all them? They ended up in a life of meaningless drudgery until dying a doctorless hillbilly death in a dusty cabin somewhere.

What happens when you develop a crush on a forum member, and then, fifteen years later, you start stalking him across forums only to find out he thinks you're a clown? You have your revenge. What else would you do?

This one here is a pestilence the likes of which i have never before experienced at a forum with the exception of one other person. I've even had the cops at my door twice because of this person. Everything philosophical she touches turns into unintelligible shit. This is a single suburban ex-housewife middle-class christian... probably the most inane and irrelevant kind of person alive on erf.

I haven't said a word on this site for months and never will again. And still, they can't get me out of their mouf.

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Every time she posts her Nietzsche photo (she loves that he's so sick and distressed) I picture in my head mother goose trying to read Beyond Good And Evil to a kindergarten class.

I would almost hope that Nietzsche lives on somehow so he can bear witness to this spectacle and find some comic relief.

Yeah, Dr. Brady is right on about the homo killers. What a fuckin mess these guys were, holy shit. That's why I'm saying you shouldn't be a homo serial killer. Total emotional basketcases that didn't know one day to the next whether they loathed or loved themselves. Hell, Gacy started abducting hetersexual victims because he felt like such a pussy from being a fag that he had to dominate straight guys to feel like a real man and redeem himself of being such a fancy pants. See what i mean? A cluster f***. Sexy Ted, the Ogre of Aptos, fookin' Peetah (Peter Sutcliffe), The Hillside Stranglers (a veritable SK Starsky and Hutch)... no such problems or emotional turmoil.

Lol imagine wanting to symbolically kill yourself every time you kilt a gay dude. How can you possibly enjoy serial killing while going through this?

Jeffery D is an exception to these poor assholes, though. He didn't kill his homo buddies to dominate them, but because he didn't want them to ever leave em. Awwwww. Jeff D was probably the most emotionally stable of all the homo SKs. Calm, cool, collected, okay with being gay, and lonely. Guy wouldn't hurt a fly... unless he wanted to prevent that fly from leaving after a few beers.

Hey, i didn't say anything the buddha hasn't said (earlier up the thread). When a sociopath says it, it's reflections of his own sick and perverse mind... but when the buddha says it, it's timeless wisdom.

Reflect and discuss.

Against the cat lady, i would like to lodge an additional complaint along with the can opener complaint. First, a resummary of the can opener ordeal.

The cat lady believes the can opener is drawing current even when it isn't on, so unplugs it if not using it. Supposing it did draw current (and it doesn't... nothing digital about it) it wouldn't amount to three cents in a month.

For ten years, i have been almost daily plugging it in, only to have her come behind me and unplug it. Do that math. She can't be reasoned with because she's too dumb. She would need google to explicity assure her that leaving it plugged in isn't costing her untold amounts of money. This is not something she can figure out herself through a general understanding of how electrical devices with switches work.

The other complaint is the locked storm door. There are literally 4-5 vehicles parked at this house at all times, making this house the last house a burgler or rapist would pick to try and infiltrate. I come to the door with my hands full of mail (that isn't mine), water coolers, bags, etc., and then fiddle with the keys while standing on one foot to get the storm door unlocked so i can begin the process of unlocking the other two locks to get into the house. Ten years of this, daily. Do that math. Also, take your key ring out and try to isolate each key from the other, one at a time, with your last two fingers.

Never is it one big thing that sets them off. Well, there's the one thing, yes, but there wouldn't be a set-off because of that alone. There's always a succession of little things over years of time we don't know about that create an aggregate propelling force later serving to make the break that much easier.

If for every sociopath there was a detailed diary, there would be little misunderstanding left for the rubbernecking mob to exploit. Then, it would be a question of the mob's competency rather than the mob's opportunity. There would be no more excuses for getting it all wrong in the documentaries.

"... it's like I've got to conduct a fookin' séance to get any intelligent life around here" - Dr. Ian Brady (to his solicitor about his prison environment)

Dr. IB makes another good point. The serial killer does his heinous shit because he's trying to call god out. Like Dan in Forrest Gump on the boat in the storm.

How much of the insanity of psychopathology can then be attributed and reduced to religious ideas planted in the head?

What were serial killers like thirty thousand years ago? Were they crazy loons on missions from god, too? Did they have imaginary malevolent beings they blamed all their suffering and failure on, challenging them to final duels by doing the most horrible thing to draw their attention?

See where I'm goin' with this? The psychic depths of mental illness and psychopathology in modern man is so layered with religious color of such bizarre nature that more often than not are those religious ideas incremental in the formation of the fantasy and the crime that follows. Either the bloke is on a mission for god or a mission against god. But there's always a god there. Can't just be a serial killer for practical reasons. Has to be this epic existential battle between good and evil or the luciferian type rising up against the tyrant ruling over him (as Dr. Brady describes in Ramirez's analysis).

Perhaps serial killing would be better as a Rifkin or a Ridgeway, and we should dispense with all the smarter ones. I shall consider it.

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Nice. Before i decide to train in a particular sport, i aks the trainers if there's a good chance I'll be able to shit myself while doing it. If so, I devote my whole young adult life to it because I can think of so many other productive things to do.

Ah. That's how the young Mr. Brady disavowed himself of the working class ethic, abandoning it, and began making designs to 'accumulate working capital'. This happened relatively quickly... between one stint in juvi to another in jail. In that brief period, he tried the working class life, and he immediately discovered its deadendedness. This is at sixteen years old. High IQ was his biggest problem. He knew before adulthood what it would take us twenty years to discover. The 9 to 5 is bullocks.

Okay, so he's not identifying as a leftist radical in his intellectual fantasies of death and destruction unless he's got a fetish for national socialism. If he does, he's the 'kick what is already falling' Nietzschean type. He feels that the results of WW2 doomed the erf to a swindling pile of malfeasance and decrepitude. In that case, let's ride Evola's Tiger and party like it's 1999. We shall indulge in our wildest fantasies before we walk hand in hand to hell!

But he's still drawing a conceptual boundary between the slaving herd and its masters whom he so despises for their hypocrisy. So he's like a rogue aristocrat with a freaky side (like de sade) who can be found around bourgeois intellectual circles but doesn't rub albows with em. He had just enough of the working class bullshit delivering beef and servimg tea to have some genuine sympathy for the class... but at the same time, he was repulsed by its vulgar illiteracy and wanted to distance himself from it. A man with the soul of a Spartacus and an H. H. Holmes at the same time. Utterly torn between his allegiances.

So then, if Brady had a rich uncle that set him up in real estate, we would have never had the Moors Murders. Instead, he'd be wealthy and attending opium sex parties in Saudi Arabia with Hess. He'd have none of the financial difficulty that exacerbated his frustration and turned his zest for life toward the dark side.

Advice: make sure you pay your sociopaths more than minimum wage. You'll do us all a great service.

I'll tell ya what pissed me off. In ICON, you get an hour outside of your cell every day. Incidentally, that hour was offered at a time that couldn't have been worse or more frustrating and cruel. Approximately one hour after breakfast trays... so roughly 6:00. You then wake up to eat... then you either wait an hour awake or try to go back to sleep until the CO comes around to take you to the outside cage for your hour. But you also have to be ready and waiting. The CO doesn't wait for you to put your shoes 'n shit on. So, you try to go back to sleep fully clothed.

After learning the daily routine and observing the activities of the COs, i deduced that there was nothing stopping them from letting us have our rec time in the afternoon or early evening but an arbitrary decision. They didn't have less COs, or occupied COs such that one could do rec if he wanted. No... they decide to give us our hour outside the cell during the time we would least like to have it. An hour after breakfast before the sun is even up. I remember months at a time without seeing the sun.

And it wasn't as if the request were never made by inmates to change the rec time. They just steadfastly wouldn't do it.

But it gets worse. 23 hr lockdown existence passes like this: the elan vital that keeps you alive and moving around is the anticipation of the next meal. This means every four hour increment of life is lived solely for the coming tray. If you do anything but sleep all day in your cell in an attempt to speed up the passing of time, it's only because the excitement you feel anticipating the next tray has given you the ambition to do something. So you read or lift book bags and do pushups, counting down the hours to the next tray.

And you were always hungry. No commissary privileges in ICON and they put you on an 1,100 calorie diet because in 23 hr lock down you are less active. I was like a factory chicken that got one cup of feed per day.... just enough to keep it alive. I'd tap on the metal door and a little slot would open through which the feed would appear on a hardened plastic tray.

"As soon as something is interpreted for them, readers or listeners tell them-selves it was obvious anyway. They blithely credit themselves with the author’s insight or common sense... in a psychic precinct, most people self-protectively avoid approaching anyway, in case they bump into themselves in the dark alleyways of the mind."

I've noticed Mr. Brady likes to do this. He insists that you wanna jump into the gaping jaws of experience like him but are too much of a wuss to admit it. I knew a kid in my neighborhood just like em and we used to get into serious trouble because of his designs. Don't go in the baseball field dugouts. Clearly, that's what the sign says. For Ty, however, that was a welcoming sign that said 'OPEN'. Don't steal the fire extinguishers out of the school buses at night and spray them at cars as they passed. Unless Ty is with you. Then take them all... and search under the seats for stuff, too.

Mr. Brady claimed to not be a corrupter but someone who just introduced you to the douchbag you already were.

"... the law-abiding masses will assure you that they do wish to understand, but that such atrocities are far beyond their pristine comprehension and delicate sensibilities, even if they work quite happily in armaments or biological warfare industries. Distance ameliorates any responsibility for [their] monumental carnage, but the act of an individual killer shoves the spilled guts right under their noses."

This is an often clumsily used argument by SKs. The whole 'soldiers 'er dying so raping and killing leetle girlz and boyz is no different, etc'. They're working themselves into a concealed logical problem, which i shall relate to you now.

According to Aristotle, an SK can't do these two things simultaneously:

A) use as an excuse for his killing the fact of the degeneracy of society that he perceives.

B) commit an act (rape/murder of leetle girl or boy) that no concievable society since 25,000 BC would allow.

If B, the SK becomes the reason he kills, an instance of the degeneracy he so despises.

If A, he couldn't do something no conceivable society, etc, would in his own SK activities and would have to abstain from his nefarious activities with leetle girlz and boyz, therefore.

He may then become a racist killer, or a political killer, or a homophobe, or a prostitute killer, all categories of 'mission killer'. But each of these have been practiced by relatively modern societies and still are to this day in some.

So not only is there the logical problem, but there's also an effective way to argue even from Mr. Brady's own prefered cultural relativism position that he'd have to leave the leetle girlz and boyz out of it. The only alternative is to go full-Stirner and dissolve the notion of a failed State altogether. There is just the chaos of the individuals... no ideals, no Aryans, no evil capitalists and politicians. Only then would Mr. Brady reach the rank of a Koontzean Vess.

There's simply too much complaining about the corruption and gluttony of the upperclasses and politicians for him to possess a consistent position while being a social reprobate of the worst kind. In a sense he hadn't achieved the rank of the Satyr that he so modeled himself after.

I think rather he was subconsciously hoping that we'd think better of him if we agreed that the State was a cesspool of liars and thieving politicians and so crime may be generally excused.

Instead, a more consistent position for Mr. Brady would have been to admit the coincidental nature of the shit state of the world and his desire to have sexy time with leetle girlz and boyz. That is to say, he has to admit only a correlation instead of trying to use these effects as the cause of his Dionysus cosplaying.

Speaking of Shakespeare and Hamlet and all those guys... how's this for poetic justice.

Whatshername, the first victim, was left to die in the Moors with her throat cut. Myra reports hearing her gurgling as she lie there dying*.

"A'ight... wanna do it like that?" - God

You get 13 years with a plastic tube shoved up your nose and down your gurgling throat, pumping just enough vitamins into your stomach to keep you alive and emaciated in a mental ward for the criminally insane for the rest of your Nietzschean life.

Now look at this one. Who is the biggest scumbag in philosophy? Max S. A man with the moral depth and aptitude of the very thing that ends up killing him. An insect. How the f*** is that for poetic justice?

The one i have never been able to understand was having Reeves paralyzed after the throw from the horse. Reeves was a good guy. I mean f*** you don't get any gooder than Superman, mates. So, wtf was that one about?

* we don't know if Myra lost her soul that day in the Moors when she saw the girl lying there dying or if she had already given it up. She experienced death as a child and was a certified 60s emo before her twenties... but how far could the cold indifference of the hardened young street fighter go? Even Ian knows the killer often miscalculates his own callousness. We'll never know how much of Myra had passed through the Gates of Janus and how much remained.

There is this, though. At least one good thing that can come out of a philosophy forum.

You can save yourself a lot of time that may have been wasted if there's an asshole or two present at the forum. Here's how. Watch to see who interacts with the assholes (other than to bash them). That's a sure sign of bad judgment on the part of that person(s), making them someone you'd want to avoid bothering with along with the asshole. A natural selection of assholes takes place in the ecosystem of the forum, in fact, and with a trained eye, you can see whole new species emerge sometimes.

Just a friendly tip for any burglers that might want to up their game.

How to get into a house without triggering alarms. It's deceptively simple. For this, you will need one battery-powered sawzall and one bi-metal blade. These items have a combined weight of about two pounds and can be easily carried in a backpack.

The house and time we have in mind is a large new house that no wage earner could ever own (so you know you're robbing some kind of parasite... business owner, trader, etc.). The time is that jolliest time of the year when families are out of town to exchange overpriced gifts with the fam under the duress of being considered selfish if they don't buy someone something to celebrate the birth of a guy who might very well be entirely fabricated and who may have never even existed at all.

You need first to get under the house. With the metal blade, you're gonna cut the lock clasp clean off the crawlway door in less than thirty seconds. Under the house, you're gonna find a section of subflooring between floor joists that doesn't have random nails coming through. If there are nails, there's a partition wall right above that section, and you'll want to avoid it.

With the sawzall, you'll cut a rectangle of flooring out between the joists, giving you 14.5 inches wide clearance by however long you cut the hole. The cut will take about two minutes with a new blade. You'll want to shut the crawlway door behind you when you come in to dampen the sound of the saw.

Once the piece falls to the ground, you stand up between the joists and behold the quiet ambience of the living room. Now you're in.

What you can't do: exit through any doors. You don't have the code, so the alarm will be thrown. Same for the windows. This means you'll only be able to take what can fit through the hole in the floor. And this is why you spent so much time studying the home... to make sure you've picked one with valuable loot that's relatively small. The wife's jewelry. The husband's guns. Small electrical devices, etc.

The good news is you can take your time unless there are motion cams. Chances are, there aren't. Not in a rich neighborhood.

After you've gone through the house collecting valuable things that some poor wage-slave bought for this upperclass family, you can hit the frig and relax on the couch a bit. This is always a nice touch, and many of the pros did it. Danny Rolling, Ramirez, the original night stalker DeAngelo. But unlike these guys, you'll need to be careful about leaving behind DNA. Though slim, there is a chance that investigations may try to collect DNA and not just prints. For this, you will douse the area with bleach before you leave.

Good luck... and try to exercise good judgment when you pick the house. Try to find one with a real juicy scumbag. Does he have the new BMW? Does he have a personalized plate that says 'GR8TFUL'? If so, he's one of those cockroaches who thinks a god would have anything to do with him. These are the ones you want.

We had a visit from the gestapo yesterday, but i wasn't here. Seventeen years later and they're still comin at me. What they're supposed to do is leave a notice for me, and I'm to call him/her when i return. This time, the clown didn't leave a notice and simply got confirmation from the disgusting cat lady that i still lived here.

But you aks "that's good, Prom, why are you complaining?"

It's not a complaint but an observation. These clowns, who work for arguably the most important department next to homicide, are not doing their job right.

"Do as i say and not as i do?" Oh, no, sir. You got the wrong guy. I'm not a fifth grader anymore. That shit don't work on me. Instead, I'm gonna hold you accountable for not even being an incompetent fascist state of clowns properly.

I'm so obsessed with good work ethic that i become distressed even when my enemies aren't doing their jobs against me right. Ain't that some shit?