Rant #FukYoFace

First. Fuck your face. As in my dick in your mouth fucking down your throat until I shoot a wad of cum bypassing your mouth entirely. That’s what you get for wanting me to “tone it down”.

Second… I want to explain why society needs to have more respect for the reasonable use of words to prove a point.

The other night I had a date with a girl who I found exceptionally likeable. We talked about video games quite a bit while having ramen noodles, then went to her favorite bar and had some drinks. While walking over to the bar we got into a conversation about social justice and what my company Way Walker Industries is doing on that account. I explained a few things and eventually ended with tying it all together into a single palatable and practical form of a new religion I have established.

I admitted I would sound crazy explaining all this before hand, but think I did a fairly reasonable job sounding normal and comprehensible.

Then we got into the bar and I began explaining the spiritual mechanics of the religion to answer one of her questions. I went on for a short while trying not to get too detailed, but illustrating the simplicity of a few points while making a few leaping connections that are true but usually not understood without further details explaining how such a link is possible.

I didn’t really want to keep talking about this, so I wound it up before it was even close to being droning on. She said something like, “I don’t really get it, but that’s cool.”

Then I said something like, “don’t worry about it. You shouldn’t really expect to understand something like this right away unless you are expert on the subject. It’s kind of like a nuclear physicist explaining what they do which requires a deep understanding of the profession to truly get it, except I’m something like that with spirituality.

No problems here, everything going fine, that was done as far as I was concerned and we can get on with the drinks and return to video games as a topic or anything else.

except… the peanut gallery, some dude sitting a bar stool away interjects rudely. I don’t remember exactly what he said but he basically was trying to explain how nuclear phycists were not all that impressive, just regular people like anyone else. He had worked with one before.

So I figure he didn’t really understand why I made that analogy and rephrased it for him to be up to speed since he wanted to be in on the conversation she and I were having before walking into the bar.

Then he said something which amounted to, “no you are not.”

Now… that was not necessary, and in fact is the very reason why I do not go out in public much anymore. I hate people like that. However… I don’t need to explain myself to him, I don’t need to justify myself for my self-esteem, and I don’t need to show off in front of a girl. None of that stuff is important to me, nor are words something that will get through to someone like that and I’m not going to waste mine. He didn’t even comment anything about what I was talking about spiritually or within the subject.

Do you know what I would have preferred to do? Kick his ass then and there. Deck him with a cold round house punch over the bar and depending on his reaction escalate to further violence until he is unconscious in the gutter of the street outside. Not really out of anger, but that is the appropriate response to such an insult.

Those kinds of reactions are not tolerated in society anymore. In fact, someone like me gets into excessive amounts of trouble for such a thing. So… I simply get depressed for a while, let it pass, and she and him go on with the conversation about her wanting to be a professional clown.

No matter. This is typical of a social outing. With the exception of a few places I have found to be safe, people are hostile like that everywhere.

Then… a woman from the other end of the bar goes walking by and comments to me, “he’s not even wearing a shirt,” like it’s an accusation about some failing on my part.

First of all: foul. Five minutes in the penalty box for you.

Second of all, the conversation comes back to me because I am somewhat distracted by that attack and say, “excuse me, I got a little distracted by that lady saying something about not having a shirt and that made me think of certain song about wearing a shirt and I got distracted for a minute, however…” knife hand “I fully endorse your clown dreams, and think that’s a great idea. As a matter of fact, my grandma used to be a professional clown…”

Then things were fine.

Except… after everything was good, we had fun, she came over to my apartment to watch some anime, we sat together a bit close, and then I called her a ride home. Nothing more than that. Honestly, she’s not really my type, but I did very much enjoy her company. She’s a little on the heavy side and kind of masculine in her personality. Two things I don’t particularly like. Whatever though, I don’t even think about that stuff at that point because I am trying to look for reasons to make it work, not break it.

However the next morning I send her a message, and then while I was thinking about it, asked her if she wanted to think about working with me at Way Walker Industries and help bring the company off the ground. She could quit her job as a hotel housekeeper, which was ending anyway, and work full time with me while being able to focus on her dreams and if necessary she could even move in with me until we can afford better arrangements. If she is interested or not it’s something can talk about it in more detail.

Then… unmatched, ghosted, never heard from again.

….

I’m not sure what I did wrong, I don’t care, but to hell with that fat hog. She can work the rest of her life doing hotel laundry for all I care, because I deserve better treatment like that after buying dinner, drinks, cab fare, and entertaining her evening.

What a wretched human being.

So… those are just a few things I wanted to rant about.

Kindly go run a bath, take toaster into the bathroom, and bring it into the tub with your while it is plugged in.

Dead.

The maiden shank.

Her name is Riley Reid and she was used as nothing more than an object to shank a man as a hate crime by the nigger community against white people.

If you have ever been used as a maiden shank by a nigger and want to be redeemed for your sin, come submit yourself to incarceration under my watch and I shall give you the way of the Maiden Shank Redemption.

Karma? Serves me right? Aren’t hate crimes wrong? Isn’t a black hate crime by a nigger just as bad as a white hate crime by a Nazi? What is the difference? Is a maiden shank hate crime not worse than a brick through a window because it defiles another person’s body as an attack against a person who may possibly care about them? That sounds like one of the worst possible evils a person can do in my opinion, and nigger is not a strong enough word to condemn the black people who do that as they deserve to be hated. Better they dive into a wood chipper than suffer eternal punishment for harming a lovely maiden in a fruitless attempt to harm a good man.

Besides, Karma is not something you should ever be keeping track of, accounting for, or even pretending like you know what is happening on account of Karma. Do not even try. You are a fool if you think you understand how the wheel of Karma is turning upon your life because that extends ages before you were alive in your present body and includes a complex reality that you do not know the extent of the variables that are affected by any event.

Do not count Karma or judge Karmic resolutions. You do not know. Instead choose to cultivate good Karma because that you can be certain of, and that is the only thing you can be certain of when it comes to Karma; how your actions affect future Karma, not how your past Karma affects the present.

The cumming of the Jiz Lord. Bring yourself Ms. Reid under my tutelage, even if you have a circumcised son out of wedlock. There is no better teacher for a circumcised boy than myself, nor any child for that matter, boy or girl. Where circumcised and uncircumcised men fail their sons, I can teach the ways of the Gentile, the Jew, and the Free to any circumcised person as though they were as naturally Gentile as I am, or any girl to understand as any male without ever compromising her femininity. What I cannot teach are the feminine ways. For that a maidenly maiden of the most maidenliness possible is required, so maidly is she that this maiden may in fact be a maid of the Maidenly One herself.

For her, I shall make myself socially acceptable and tolerable to her liking. Until then, I shall only become more disruptive, more of an affront to social decency, and more of a source of international chaos until the very world itself unravels like cooked noodles instead of a knit handkerchief of tapestrific proportions on the Homeric scale of value. For what is the Story of humanity if nothing more than a napkin to catch the boogers and tears of a divine master?

Just realized the irony of a nuclear physicist explaining their work being something people don’t assume them crazy for talking about, but a spiritual scientist/artist is unbelievably strange for people to even try to comprehend. It is as if they’ve never heard of a spiritual teacher/master existing in real life as a credible person before, despite how many people participate in a world religion.