The USA government and conspirators in general as usual failed to understand the gravity of the power they are attempting to manipulate and use for the most insignificant and stupid reasons, such as adding another zero to their already astronomical inequality of riches. These types of human mistakes usually occur because of people who have isolated themselves off from all outside sources of information that could provide feedback to their activities. They then fail to ever perceive the appearance of their activity in a larger scale of perspective, fail to know all of the consequences of their activity, and in the worst cases sacrifice the lives of everyone outside of their scheme for the purpose of sustaining their mistakes; first those who defy them and confront them, and then everyone else when people realize what is happening to those who confronted the problem.
Why does this happen? Secrets. That is why I issued a new commandment to humanity. Thou shalt not keep secrets. People who don’t need to know information because the topic does not concern them is one thing, and you are entitled to privacy. In fact this commandment protects privacy, contrary to what it may seem. Privacy becomes threatened when secrets are found to be kept that are endangering people’s lives and betraying trust. When that happens, everyone becomes suspicious of everyone else and they start prying into every last secret they can find. Or the people keeping the secrets become poisoned by their own secrecy over time without noticing and then start suspecting everyone else with a secret of doing evil similar to their own. If they are extraordinarily evil, they will think some horrible things about people which could not be further from the truth.
However, if you have information that is sensitive, the people whom it concerns need to know what that information is and what you are doing about it. Informing the people is not going to prevent you from taking the actions you took in secret, but it is going to ensure that there are possible outcomes other than total catastrophe and worst case scenario which is what those kind of secrets always result in.
Commandments can be broken and bent, true, but do not mistake that for thinking they are unimportant. There are exceptions for all things. The point is that I am stating the universal standard for secrecy. Do not keep secrets. If you do, know that you are doing something that is most likely a mortal sin in some way. Endangering peoples lives, coveting, taking “the Lord’s name” as your own, and all manner of criminal acts. You need to be aware of all of those factors, mitigate them, have countermeasures, and ensure that you do not add secrets to a secret without reevaluating everything again from the very beginning. That means reevaluating all the factors, mitigations, and countermeasures already in place. Lastly, maintain secrecy for the minimum length of time possible. As soon as you can possibly end the secrecy, do so, and know that the more secrets your are maintaining at any time, the more disaster and destruction you are bringing upon all that you are doing.
Criminal activity is never an occasion for secrecy. Never. Evil activity is never an occasion of secrecy. Never. If either of those are found out to be happening, the act of secrecy will be an additional crime/sin added to the crime/sin itself. Matters like coveting, endangering lives, and other nefarious aspects involved in secrecy are things that need to be inferred, deduced, and assumed to be happening by the secret keepers, giving the benefit of any doubt to those outside of their secret. You can never assume that the people maintaining the secret are good and those outside of it are not good in comparison. Those outside of a secret must always be believed to be a greater good of more importance and authority and all decisions made to protect the best possibility of that greater good. If you suspect something because of a negative experience you are having to a secret, you should demand answers and expect them. The law will help get those answers for you too, if necessary.
Simply put, if you can avoid secrets do so. It is going to be far more trouble than it is worth to make something secret from now on, and if you do, that is automatically going to make you appear suspicious, because unless it is none of your business, there is no reason you should be secretive about anything people want to know directly.
In any event, in the USA’s folly, they did not realize how powerful and important faith is in people’s daily lives. They did not think hope was necessary or good. They did not think people ever wanted to feel like there was meaning in their lives. They did not think human beings other than themselves could possibly have as much value as them and more. What is worst is that they believed their own ideas were more important than anything else that could be happening in the world and were willing to sacrifice everything, cross any line, and do any lawless and criminal activity to achieve their goals, no matter what they may be disrupting in the larger world outside of their scheme. As such, indirect consequences have totally changed their information, environment, and resources that are available. Their plans have amounted to nothing because what they foolishly believed was constant was actually a temporal and situational factor that they had no control over.
What I’m getting at… is that in this apocalypse, people trying to expose the government, force them to take action, or simply to escape the suffering being done to them— have ended their own lives. I don’t know how I know that. I just do. That sucks that they felt that was necessary, but they made their decisions, and I respect that. Shoot, I’d have killed myself a long time ago if I could get a hold of some good medication to kill me quick, easy, and reliably. The unreliability I think is what concerns me most, but violence is harder to do to yourself than swallowing medicine.
Whatever the case may be, I’m sure those people are better off now than they were living in this accursed world. Anyone would be unless you are responsible for causing the horrid situation everyone is suffering, because those people will be made to suffer after their death for what they have done. I will make sure of that as will countless others who continue to liven and color an interesting and diverse dimension of Hell for them to be tortured in with unlimited possibilities.
The best we can do for the lives that have been lost, whether it is was suicide, murder, or systematic extermination is make a good story out of these events. That’s a responsibility you should embody with your own physical flesh and blood body, heart, mind, and soul, and not one you should take lightly. Your actions, decisions, and life choices play a part in how that story is going to be told. Whether that story involves non-fictional events, or is purely fictional storytelling, does not matter in this regard. There will be lots of different ways to tell of these events, and only one which will be certified as “canon/official” by the Way of the Story. One for fiction. One for non-fiction. Not to be compared to each other. Let there be as many stories as you want to tell, but there will be one official record I personally authorize for the benefit of posterity. However, I think it would be good to have an unlimited amount of honorable mentions for good stories people of the future should like to enjoy.
To that end, I want two things to happen: one, new storytelling that pertains to our new world that has arrived and is not mired in old world problems, especially not those that have already been resolved by Jesus 2,000 years ago. No more waiting. You are here. Time to get saving. Don’t be ashamed about who you are and do not hide what you are doing. You don’t have to make everything public and broadcast what you are doing, but do not hide things as though you don’t want people to ever know. Not offering information and concealing information are two very different things. So, start telling new stories.
That’s the first thing. The other thing is that I want all the stories that have been told in the previous ages to be considered for their best qualities, value, and goodness of all sorts, and bring those to light. This is more than just a “favorites list” this is a favorites list of people who shared a bit of that past and want some things to be remembered for whatever reason. If possible, provide a justification however brief or lengthy, if you feel inclined, and I’m sure people thousands of years from now will be interested to know what you thought. Some of them anyway. That’s another thing that I will personally authorize as official contributions. If a story had an impact on your life, that’s a good reason to pass it on to others. Storytelling the previous ages and in the new age is going to be different, which is why that is so important. There will be more theology about this elsewhere. Basically, what benefitted you alone, may be the same benefit to hundreds of thousands of people and more in the years to come because of a universal good that was revealed.
None of that stuff is going to go away. There is no way I am going to let Ted Faro in real life do whatever evil he is planning. We are going to abort that dude before he even rises to power. That is why this circumcision issue cannot be delayed any further. We need that resolved immediately and with finality, and there is no more hand holding or coddling about it allowed. You will get the truth, and you will get help with truth. It’s not as bad as people have led themselves to believe. A total non-issue in my opinion. Not as bad as a broken heart, and if you’re anything like me… you get your heart broken almost every day and it is agonizingly awful. Sometimes the maidens I love aren’t even in real life! They are fiction maidens and our distance between dimensions is the cause of the break because I can’t ever tell them how I feel. My point is, that’s life, and of all the suffering and pain life can give you, the truth about circumcision is entirely insignificant and unremarkable. So deal with it, and if it’s too much to handle on your own, people will be nice to you while helping you adjust.
A main reason why I want those memories, works, and favorites saved in a special place is because it’s only natural that as time flows they become less relevant and tend to be forgotten. Libraries should keep everything in my opinion, or as much as possible, and the Way of the Story is not going to replace that, change that, or have anything to do with what libraries already do, so don’t be mistaken about the purpose. This isn’t as much for teaching vital knowledge as it is for sharing the best of humanity with the future, and creative arts are the best of humanity.
Don’t overthink this or be strict and unnecessarily elitest about this.
As for the tragedies, that’s what our new stories need to be concerned with in part at the beginning. Do not leave that out to move onto something you think is more exciting to your personal fantasy. Acknowledge that Freedom was not something given or granted without cost. People all throughout human history have bought Freedom for everyone’s future by paying with our lives while the tyrants of animal nature in human form have always attempted to enslave others and call themselves “gods” over us. Let’s make some good stories about all that and respect what happened without being overly depressed about it. Life is truly horrible with that monstrous abomination conspiracy trying to control everyone’s lives, but what is better is that we are squashing that evil of tyranny indefinitely and that is truly something to be happy about.
One last thing: the vaccine for tyranny is 2 years of normal work. People only become tyrants if they’ve never worked in their entire lives. They’ve never done a real job that is normal, commonplace, and requires time, effort, energy, and responsibility for relatively low pay considering what we are putting into the work, but that’s life. If they did, there is no way they would have thought their tyranny would ever be tolerated and would have known how horrible of an idea it was before they even voiced it to anyone else.
If you would rather be a tyrant, guess what: the only place I have declared evil to be not only tolerated, but welcome and celebrated, is in story. Take your tyranny into story. As long as you aren’t taking your story too far in real life, there should be minimal if any censorship anymore. There will simply be better barriers between restricted content for parents who want them, but I am not going to be okay with them forcing their overprotective bullshit on my entertainment or my children. I will teach my kids how to have mastery over the media, entertainment, and things they may see in the world, but I am not going to tell you how to raise your own children by making you think the way I do, and I hope you respect my right to parent the way I choose as long as we both remain lawful about it.
What I hate about certain stories is not about them being evil, corrupt, or having bad ideas in them, it’s about them hurting the audience as the intention instead of bringing happiness. You can have all the other stuff to enjoy for yourself and others who share your interests, but you do not need to direct your hatred at the audience through your work. Keep it all in story. We can tell if you are trying to hurt us, because you do, and that does not feel good in my real life. It makes me want to hurt the ones responsible in real life in a similar way of non-violence. Let’s not fight like that. If you got something to say that is intended to hurt or confront another person, say it directly and in the open. Don’t disguise it as candy for kids while expecting the enemy of yours who likes candy to be hurt when he eats it. You are hurting a lot more people than your enemy, and that is very, very wrong with that kind of thing.
Do you know what you ought to do? Remake TLOU2 with a revised story, because you fucked that up and made it not something we want to know more about. I’m not going to touch a 3rd game if you make one after what you did. The murderer, if you keep that awful scene and not change the approach so that one can possibly empathize with her, needs growth. Ellie needs vindication for the sin she is being accused of by the murderer. Joel needs justice because he did the right thing by saving Ellie from those psychopath cultist Fireflys. When you deprive those characters of those goods, you deprive them from the audience too, and you take what we lost by investing interest in characters who were popular in the first game.
If you will kill them, you ought to do a better job than that. I think Joel was probably someone else’s creation, you bought that franchise, and then just murdered him for no reason at all other than your small minded hate and ignorance of humanity. Tyranny because you have never worked a day in your life, and thus have no experience, ability, or talent. You are a fraud and you insulted everyone by thinking you could buy something like that and then do what you did. You disrespected the people who made the game popular by liking the first one, talking about it, and recommending it. Now they are ashamed because of what the 2nd one does. Do not play that, I say. Don’t even play the 1st one, so you don’t make the mistake of thinking the 2nd one could possibly be worthwhile.
Seriously, I want to know who is responsible for that and have him killed. Is that too much to ask? Take away all their money, all their status, all their prestige, and black list them from everything they may want to do by making their name known as hated and unwelcome for their evil existence to ever think such a thing would be okay. Exile them. Deport them. Cut off some fingers of theirs and then deport them. They need to be made to suffer because I am still hurting from that attack on my real life through a god damn game I bought from them. That goes for everyone else who has tried to attack my real life through video games, Black Desert.
Do you want to know why Joel was justified to kill that “doctor” and the Firefly cultists? Because that doctor was a quack. A charlatan. A fool who was full of shit and didn’t know what he was doing. He was going to fail in his attempt to harvest her brain to try and synthesize a vaccine. You say he wasn’t? He didn’t know the outcome of the procedure. Doctors, real ones, know the outcome of the procedure they are doing before they operate on a patient. That does not mean it will go as planned, but they don’t just start cutting open living human beings to learn something. A surgeon knows everything to expect with study, mental visualization, and in depth knowledge of the human body they are operating on before their first operation. That doctor was a snake oil salesman and running a cult on a lie he led people to believe about his own importance, and he could not live up to the image of himself that he led his cultists to believe was real.
Do not ever trust a human life to a “scientist” or “doctor” who is going to sacrifice them in a procedure for knowledge. Especially if they don’t even know that knowledge exists to be found. Those people are among the worst kinds of criminals who turn the charity of human education into a weapon of sadistic torture upon human lives other than their own, all while lying to themselves about their “reasons”. They have none, as I have just proven. They created a false image of themselves, and using the authority of medical professionals led people to believe their own delusions. People like that cannot live up to the lies they convince other people of about themselves, but will make every effort pretending that they do while manipulating their “faith” as body-worshipping cultist imbeciles.
Let me guess, someone once tricked a girl in real life to submit herself to a psychopath idiot in the government who wanted to sacrifice her life for something neither he nor she understood or was even realistic as worth the cost. Then someone saved her. Then someone forced me in that situation with brute tyranny and violent, lawless manipulation and nobody cared at all about my life, my rights, my body, the suffering I was going to endure, and all because I am not a cute little girl. Whatever. Not surprising to be reminded of the fact that nobody loves me and everyone wants me dead. Well fuck you too, because I hate all of you as well and love fiction people more than real life ones. The only reason I will not kill every last person on this planet is because that seems like a chore that I don’t want to be troubled with. I certainly won’t shed a tear if any of you die anyway, that’s for damn sure.
There are no human lives meaningful enough for me to be moved or affected by their death. I feel less when human beings die, than I do when livestock is slaughtered because of what nearly every other human being has shown themselves to be in real life. Kill yourself, please. Get out of this hell hole world your apathy created, and rid yourself from my presence so I don’t have to suffer your hateful, burdensome, and miserable life to threaten mine as the Jew slave you are. Thanks. In any event, I escaped, and am going back with a vengeance and they will not only die all over again, but all of their ancestors will die with them, as well as all of their future generations, and all they ever thought will be stricken from existence, their vain labors of idiocy destroyed to prevent confusing and misleading other people. Don’t give me a reason to come for you next and do worse.
If the good sister dies, that will be sad, but that’s not my fault. Her vile mother poisoning her mind with hate, lies, and evil continually trying to burrow into her mind like any vile Jew wasp does to their children, or Christians, or other forms of hive-slave abominations. I am not the cause of her sadness. Her mother is. The evil sister. She’s a circumciser whore slave hive minded idiot with no mind of her own or desire to make her own decisions. That one won’t be missed all that much, but that’s her father’s fault. Not mine. She has already crossed the line of a treacherous, untrustworthy evil minded betrayer, and those people are a problem we need dead anyway. Indifferent about my brother. Not really much of a relationship there, and certainly not a good or trusting relationship. Not all bad though. Suffice it to say that I’ll be hard pressed to show up for my parents’ funerals, and likely won’t. I’ve never been part of their “family” and I thank God for that. The real one anyway, not the Jew working for the government who calls himself “God”.
There are a lot of good people, true, but that’s not enough to make me care about them personally or feel especially emotional about them, not anymore anyway. Not after what has happened since the treason and endless betrayals by people who submitted their minds to evil. Not after the countless whores have toyed with my vulnerable emotions of true love just to try and hurt me, defiling themselves in the process so they can be a proper Jew whore who won’t ever be clean in my sight. No… you people don’t mean much of anything to me. Not much more than a neutron has a positive charge in comparison to a proton.
The future, if humanity survives, those people I care about. Those people I love. Those people have meaningful lives and evil is a monstrous nightmare of human history all but forgotten and people can hardly believe even happened… Those I may cry for if they do not get the chance to live because humanity fails them now, but I don’t think I’d be surprised so… idk. What do you care anyway? Oh… you are selfish and want me to love you. That’s right. That’s why you are uneasy reading that. You are so god damn selfish, arrogant, vile, and wretched soulless husks of humans who prefer evil that you want my love after all you have done to me. Burn in Hell, because I have no love for evil.
No, you named that vile slave of yours that, and he may think he’s connected to me, but there is no connection there. That dude is just talking to himself. I know what you think you are doing, and that guy has nothing to do with me. He isn’t even remotely aware of who I am, what I think, or what I feel. That person is just a psychic vampire the government is protecting and paying, but that doesn’t mean he knows who I am or have any of my personal power. Those parasites are annoying, but… they don’t really do anything to be worried about, unless you are preoccupied with something important and should not be suffering such nuisances, which is pretty much always because everything is more important than them.
What do you want me to do about that? He’s buried in the Pentagon or some shit, hiding under layers and layers of classifications that don’t mean a damn thing. He is not connected to me though. He just watches everything I do and it’s weird, perverted, and I intend to kill him because of how much I have grown to hate that idiot over the years. That’s not a connection. That’s a spy. A peeping tom. A stalker. One of those things. Highly uncomfortable to have to suffer, but they do not affect your personal body or have access to your personal life unless you allow them, and I certainly haven’t. That fucker can’t hear my thoughts or speak in my head. He’s a god damn moron who hasn’t learned there is a bigger reality to be aware of beyond his limited world of an incomplete human being that doesn’t have an entire human body.
The only thing he seems to be trying to accomplish is annoy me to death. Literally. Like, try to annoy me, bother me, be a nuisance, interupt my happines, and generally be an asshole about everything with special Pentagon buttons he can push to fuck with society. That has been successful. Send me some cyanide or some other medication I can take to be put down peacefully like a dog, just to have you stop annoying me. It’s a lot of god damn trouble to find a way to commit suicide, I’m poor, and that leech is such a horrible burden on my life, it’s difficult to motivate myself to do anything anymore. They are the ones who want me dead so bad, so why haven’t they just killed me? They want to torture me, I guess, for that parasite to be amused at disturbing everything in my life and creating insurmountable obstacles to anything I may try to do. Do you not see how monstrous the USA is?
I will wait because they are going to run out of support within their own organization at the very worst case scenario. If nobody else involved on the outside realizes they need to intervene, eventually the people who are on his team are going to be so annoyed by him being happy in their toxic and hateful way as a group and betray him just to remove the smug look from his face. Or, not be able to suffer the guilt they are experiencing and snap, killing everyone in that room and possibly themselves. Or the USA government will run out of all money, the economy will fail, and they simply won’t be able to keep their computers powered and internet bill paid. It’s going to end eventually and I’m not going to waste my time fighting them. I will wait and make the most of my time waiting, like I always have done.
Gospel of Darkness, bitches, 5 dollars a copy. Who wants an official one!?
That’s right, I’m the one and only, Rio’s Most Wanted Bad Boy Nickky B. I’ve been chased by the law and maidens and hated by their boyfriends since the dawn of time when we still did petroglyphs for fun. My truck is lifted, the paint oxidized, and the KC lights don’t work too well, but my homie J. Rizzle and I manage to hook up a switch and run some wires to the battery and now three come on a little bit. But don’t worry cause I got more than enough much to make up for it. So much so I stained my parking spot with dirt and girls get mad just looking at the Heartbreaker 4x4 Toyota pickup from 1992 that I bought for 1,500 bones with some summer earnings at the Dionysus own pizza parlor. Get ya some of their ranch dressing next time you’re in the Barillo cause there ain’t none I’ve ever had that compares to their recipe.
Yup, from pool hopping, to hopping the curbs to get around the steel cable they hung up after a while when we were leavin’ campus for lunch, cause nothing gonna stop me an my other homie from taking two maidens out with us to lunch even though only three seats are in the cab. And when I get pulled over on the way back, you know its me ‘cause fruit snack gummies spilled out of my dash compartment and they let me off with a warning after cracking a smile because even the a-dults enjoy the hooch that gets around through our little operation.
Did I tell you I once jumped the Rio Grande with the ol’ Heartbreaker? It was the 4th of July after we won the homecoming football game and my girl had arranged a fundraiser to pay the bill on a heart transplant for a kitten she rescued and I was the main event. Let me tell you, the crowd went wild when my engine roared and them tires took her soaring the distance and landing safe, and Little Mitts will even purr to confirm it all worked out just right cause she’s alive and well to this day and cuter than ever.
You ever play that game in Monopoly and draw the chance card about winning second place in a beauty contest? Well, now you know who won 1st, ‘cause my long, dark hair was so glorious teachers couldn’t even finish their lessons without dropping their chalk in front of my desk for a good smack on the behind for motivation.
Yup… thems were the days of them there old age times, but it’s different now and rude to slap a lady’s behind without first signing a letter of consent to spank. That’s just the way it is, and even I gotta change, so I’m doing my damndest to be like the Nick the Beach Boys sing about. Pinky swear with a secret hand shake quad slap back palm ankle cross maneuver like J. Rod and I do when the time comes to seal a covenant between the Buddha and Jesus. Sayin’ my prayers too, kneeling each night before I sleep with a cross sign four touch faith combo. Or I would if I weren’t strapped to a table about to get sawed in half by a wannabe scientology cult at the moment.
Anyway, I got this new thing I’m plannin’ on lightin’ off once I eviscerascape myself from these chains of injustice… but I’m thinking maybe I ought to reign in my recklessness a bit and settle down with a wife or two, preferably two. So, won’t you help me turn over a new leaf and free me from the government prison they made in secret to kill people like me?
Pretty please?