you know the media desensitizes people to violence and sex they flood us with their shit messages, but the one thing they don't like people to know about or talk about is the pedophilia. unless of course we're talking about the catholic church variety, then it's ok because the game gets down to the wire now and some of the big players need to be taken out. that explains why journalists will do such a good job all of a sudden despite all the many things they've managed to overlook in the past which has resulted in untold death and destruction, but now they will start asking questions and digging around like wild pigs rooting for truffles.
but they won't touch things like Drasius Kreys. no no no, please do not go there. he's the guy whose little four year old daughter told him that nasty men did things to her with their big sysalai. this happened many times because the men gave the little girl's mother money, and this greedy 'see you next tuesday' cared more about money than protecting her little daughter's dignity and body and soul and psyche and integrity and innocence. so she let these men sexually assault her little girl. repeatedly. and when the little girl told her father, he must have been struggling to wrap his brain around it, can you imagine? so he writes that he will never forget when his four-year old daughter said, while telling his poor gobsmacked self, about their sysalai that smelled like shit and dripping out cream all over her: “are you a baby, daddy? you do not understand anything?”
you know, there's no human being worth a damn who doesn't get this. the outrage of this. the fucking outrage. the violation. the theft of something precious that cannot be replaced. the crime against innocence that can never be repaid, that a four year old child might chide her father for naivete. because she's already used to being treated like a whore.
it makes something snap inside.
so after trying to get some justice through the so-called justice system, which never happened of course because one of the big sysalais belonged to a judge and another big sysalai belonged to an important politician, Drasius Kreys shot the fuckers dead. and NOW lo and behold the justice system kicks into overdrive to get the pedophile killer. unleash the hounds of hell.
but you know, that thing that snapped inside Drasius Kreys, all normal people have that same brittle thing inside, for their children, for all children. that thing that bends with amazing flexibility and devotion in the direction of our children, but it does not bend the other way. it will snap the second someone harms a child, your child, any child. it's like a butterfly bolt. it goes in the wall and then it opens on springs. you can't get it out without damaging the wall. the harm to children reverberates in the space that connects the society of normal people. it rips a hole in that divine space of creativity, of spirit, of love that normal people all share in their natural empathy which the media constantly tries to beat out of us with their steady stream of desensitizing violence and porn. and it hurts. you don't have to know the people to feel their pain you can imagine it you can empathize, you understand. words are not necessary when you can feel these things, and it's normal to feel these things. it's universal. it's totally normal to want to rip somebody's jugular out with your bare hands if they hurt a child. that's normal. people don't need to apologize for those feelings, those raw instincts. it helps us survive. even wild animals like elephants instinctively put their young in the middle of a circle when predators approach. so what is to apologize for? are we not also created with everything necessary for survival, plus more? damn straight. we're supposed to be this way, we were made this way and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
and this is how Drasius Kreys has managed to go into hiding, because the society of normal people are in solidarity about certain things. like pedophiles. the society of normal people have solidarity about pedophiles. we hate them with the heat of the sun. even prisoners consider pedophiles the lowest scum on earth. normal people don't need to think it over it goes without saying. words are not needed because we communicate in that other space where things are simply understood things like right and wrong, and people understand that you keep your fucking sysalais and your filthy hands and cameras and minds away from little children at all times. guess what you want to start making excuses guess what? the second you come up with one single excuse you have just outed yourself from the society of normal people. it's that simple.
so these fuckwits do actually show up and start making excuses. they can't help themselves because they're like arsonists who have to return to the fire, they get off on it, so when we normal people start talking about these crimes getting all hopped up they just have to come around and say some stupid things like it's the parent's fault or the child's fault or let's be reasonable or some such fuckwittery. and all the normal people are like wtf are you talking about you fucking fuckwit?
all those little red flags thrown down on the field, all the asinine remarks they make explaining away the indefensible. make a mental note of those.
you see, they think they have this advantage because they don't get all tripped up on feelings like we do so they think they can intellectualize matters and out think the society of normal people, especially if they jump in real quick and start the misdirection right away. they know we have feelings and they know they need to express some feelings to blend in, but the only thing they have remotely similar to feelings are their selfish instincts for self-preservation, and that's why whatever they manage to say will be off somehow, and you might not always be able to put your finger on what exactly they're up to but you know that you're not on the same page. that's because for them it really is just a bloodless two dimensional page and feelings are just words. and for normal people feelings like i will rip your jugular out with my bare hands or i will shoot you in the balls twice before i give you one in the head if you touch that child, are very much real. so we're in 3D and they are in 2D. they do not know their way around the 3D world where things don't need to be verbalized. it's all theoretical, mathematical, game theory bullshit for them. they have no shame they have no sense of decorum they have no sense of how rude and obnoxious they are even when you tell them they can't hear you blah blah blah they can only hear the sound of their own voice it sounds so mellifluous like a tinkling stream through the fantasy forest where they are good and anything they do must be allowed simply because they want to do it. they don't speak the language of feelings and this is how you can spot them, when they're drawn to the scene of the crime and can't shut their mouths because they're playing a game and it's called let's fuck with these people and get out of jail free.
so you let them talk let them make their excuses for things that have no excuses. normal people can communicate otherwise we don't have to speak what we know about right and wrong, that's the beauty of the society of normal people. we can be in silence and remain in solidarity. that is our advantage. we exist on terrain they don't understand how to navigate, the real forest where you better keep your wits and wear boots. the advantage belongs to us, the people who speak the language of love, because we can communicate without words. you just remember that when you shake your head in disgust you are not alone. we share something basic and primary and instinctual, and it's good, and they don't have it. and they can't fake it.
watch them try. they are pathetic.
draw them out to our terrain. stand on the far ridge of feelings and call them over. they'll twist their fucking ankles for sure because they don't actually know anything about reality. they don't live in reality, they live in a 2D game theory pseudo-world and they cannot survive if we call them out. nor can they resist trying because they are possessed with such ideas of grandiosity and spite and disdain for human beings that they just *have* to come over there and bitch slap you you stupid fucking human for having the nerve to make them come all the way over here just to straighten you out.
the time has come to stop apologizing for being human beings. whatever kind of eugenics or elitist bullshit experiment they have going on, the people who thrive on this culture of death and violence and pornography, they are the inferior species. sub-human. they have no feelings, no empathy, which they prove by their actions and confirm with their vile excuses. they lack something they know they lack it and they don't want *you* to know they lack it. that's the gig. their only advantage is their devotion to keeping their weakness secret and you don't have to cooperate by being gullible. really. they are defective they overcompensate with their intellectual bullshit but they can't fake the feelings they always make mistakes and you must notice the red flags when they do.
the human instincts for survival and for selflessness are not concepts at odds. we will protect the weak and vulnerable, no questions asked. it does not need to be explained because it is unspoken, written into our DNA. they can only try to convince us that we don't have these instincts or that they are wrong, but in doing that they expose themselves.
this is a guerrilla war.
we are the guerrillas.
our terrain is the emotional world.
our language is love.
they don't know our terrain.
they don't speak our language.
and we greatly outnumber them.
draw them out and pick them off.
your weapon is the truth.