Morality and Me and My Master Plan to Riddle Yours

Since humans learned to lie, they have deceived the natural moral realm that governs most other animals. Simple truths have become riddled in abstract possibility, as my friend laments, and we loosened our ties with logic. Perhaps this was the inevitable tiding of a social animal with forethought or perhaps it was a fluke in evolution, and we are destined to follow every other creature into a timely grave of failed species trying to vie, dying instead.

Morals are hardwired into the being of social animals. If they weren't, we wouldn't be together.

Personally, I felt a set of morals, but the ydon't matter on grander scales to others because I don't matter on grander scales and the politics of higher morality is often confused in compex games of interests, according to them. Still, morals exist somewhere in this ambiguous algorithm. People, like me, feel them for a reason.

I've been detached from this feeling of knowing for a time, and my life has been Hellish eversince I became "unconscious" as Madonna likes to call it in her advertising video, "A Bedtime Story." After that "touch" with a weapon, I think any rational man would call me profoundly retarded.

The only thing I can think of to amend the situation is to contruct a moral compass that will help me waddle through daily rights and wrongs. Here it is:

Right: group
Wrong: group
Good: individual
Bad: individual

The compass goes that someting can be right for the group and bad for the individual, but it can never be good for the individual and wrong for the gorup because the individual is within the group.

I think me being profoundly retarded is wrong for the group, Madonna. I am a social burden, and it was unjust to take my opportunity away from me like that and with the deception/method that you did. It is a threat to the others. Oh, they'll use that epic, "be afraid that this could happen to you" in a rush, like others could control the situation if I couldn't. OThers are good and I am bad. What happened to me is bad for everyone regardless of "me."

What moral compass do they use, are they using? None? Sexual morality (a mere portion of it)? Sweet sounding poetry?

It's always a guess with them, like zeitgeist, mood of the moment. Okay. Where does that get them? To retards.

PS I would still like to be circumcised. That doesn't hurt anyone. That's my solution ot their game, and boy is it a game. And "novacaine" is the same weapon, I've decided.

And yes, since I have ZERO opportunities, as I am a vulnerable person, I'm consumed in "trash" problems. It's a popular trick by those in charge of us. They will consume me in these odd socioeconomic problems like "crazy" or "ignorant" (I don't see a specialist) or this "psychotronic warfare garbage" then blame me and tell me to "get over it." Anyone magically gotten over brain damage by themselves? I didn't think so. I think the people I have ZERO respect for who made me a spectacle and fractured what fragile sense of self-worth (because I've been powerless) I had OWE ME. GET OVER IT! If the government owes you hundreds of dollars a month for breathing, and I see your issues that you can't get over because they forced you to sin (you know what I'm talking about), but you point at me, so I'm being mean, and I'm the evil disabled person, and we should ALL die at once, then still I'll point at you, and they owe me for using me and making me "special."

This is why you have to track us, Mr. I Don't Have An Ambiguous Greeting Card to make Kaela feel like she has power and lives in a democracy. No, I won't kill you. It's just my assumption. I give people whatever they want. My threat level is zero. Does that make you respect me less though?

The Endless Saga

So I'm not going to be overly redundant. I have nothing better to talk about though, I'll admit, especially now that I can't remember anything and am dizzy.

I pissed off a dictator, and he came at me. That was the picture incident prior to the bar incidents. This attention caused everyone and his brother to come attack me too. The situation could have been handled differently. I feel as though I was wronged.

You could have alerted the authorities. Or you could have sent me a letter.

What happened was inappropriate.

I tried to understand the situation and to make amends so that I can get my brain fixed. I'm not hitting on the dictator, but that is a detail. I'm trying to be honest.

This annoyance has caused massive problems. I can't do anything until something is done about my brain.

Dear Night Terrors

You speak English, so I know it isn't Putin, though he started this.

Anyway, no, they won't label it a PDD. I tried, but I don't fit the criteria, especially now that you've sunk my IQ. I'm over 18, so when they find it, it'll be dementia, or a decline in mental function. Some sort of TBI? I have a 118 IQ on record for an adult. And I also passed HS without any help, played soccer, made average grades and scored decently on the ASVAB. I didn't even have a parking ticket before I joined. Yeah, I know you made me retarded, labeled me everything bad. It's a really weird experience. You argued with me about what it is, and I couldn't even get a word in to agree, but you made me this way and it's a certain way. What are/were you trying to accomplish? If it's simple punishment, I'm fading to where I don't get it. This is wrong. I guess not wrong, but pointless.

You guys are going to have to find a way to just make it so that the money doesn't come to us, not damage us to different diagnosis or frame us. I'm gonna marry Putin, and I gonna hit on him in a bar thousands of miles away 'cause I got intelligence. Now that one was an epic of "Burn Like Brilliant Trash at Jackie's Funeral." So I had a crush. Wahoo, but I wouldn't ask him on a date like you framed me doing. I told you that if you label anything as anything, we'll all be anything. Why is everyone exactly the same? Because there's profit in that.

After all of that I did give you what you wanted, "Touch, Peel, and Stand." I'm a Traitor with a capital 'T." No, i'm the one you could get to, but you can't even balance your budget. Way to beat the poorboy.

Why don't you have the control, the power? You have the gun. Is it not big enough? Get a bigger one if you want to rule. Just because I do echolalia doesn't mean that I agree. LOL I'm mocking that. I asked if I was autistic, and they said "no."

This is absolutely ridiculous. You all should be unemployed because you are truly stupid. I'm demented. I want to be revived. I demand it.

Let me be manipulative to get out of this. I'll do anything. I guess I'll be like you.

I'm going to do what everyone else does. I want to whine about odd social issues that are irrelevant and use them to garner worth. I have plenty. I'll use angst and irritation to power myself beyond the other laymen. I can hate more.

I want to spread my schizophrenia, the crime of the "innocent." (I don't have schizophrenia anymore; I have cyanidephrenia.) The gods surely punish us well for out thoughtlessness and vernacular. The dirge cries with our patheticness in a moment of understanding. What's right, what's wrong? They confuse it in society's moral compass -- irrelevant to the stars. We are confused and destined dead, the isolated primate, and the gods rejoice in this, for to such pathetic beings it is proper that all good is a mortal's self-hatred.

(Yes, we serve dominance; look up primates before you judge my thought process that is normal if it exists; it is the result of normal natural law.)

The children sleep
as the gods play games
You know it's always been the same

The ocean creeps
as the mist makes haze
You know it's always been the same

Why are all the gods against me?

I've decided that I want to be accused of necrophilia by our gang government. Why not kidnap me and try to undo this? You'll have "good" soldiers suffer from this on the battlefield, good people. You're going to have to help them. Even if I was a traitor or a terrorist or Miss "Rose," there are legal ways of dealing with it.

Here's my Tale

Once upon a time, there was a homely girl who had a crush on an evil dictator. He briefly became her reality because she was demoralized right when this crush occured, and so they had a magical existence together on Planet X. The girl wasn't educated enough to know that she'd been demoralized, and she thought it was real. Not that Putin and this girl were dating, just that Putin became God to this girl. Long story short, it wasn't Putin but it was Putin.

It was a conflict of interests from the start in the sane world. The girl was evil because she had resources as a pariah, and the intelligence service was good because it was trying to keep its theories of social control afloat along with rid the world of this waste, so they descended upon this disease of decent society to redeem the world from filth and thus be the epitome of good.

This broke the evil girl's heart because even her imaginary world was mean to her, and she knew that the incident meant more than a single day; they were watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake because they were trying to steal her dollar and create a political incident to garner worth and attention to their remedial, mundane careers.

Why I Don't Like Capitalism

Capitalism is supposed to allow individuals to bank off of their talents. Industry is to be shaped by these capabilities and the design is to be such that competition creates profit through diversity and survival of the fittest. However, it seems that the market is dominated by big names and logos and that popularity is forced through conquering bullies. Perhaps I'm too simplistic and overly set on the oppressed (truly oppressed, not whiney bitches that haven't done anything to deserve) supposed minority, or perhaps I'm being egocentric and pissed off that my script was stolen from me instead of allowing me to be on Jerry Springer where I "belong." I need to capitalize off of this, guys.

Give me that script. I'm not embarrassed. I want to know what you were asking, and I want to express my white trash talent. I guess I was honest, but there weren't any Russians at the window :P

No, I don't want to hurt anyone for real, literally. But they sure want to me.