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?
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