Trampled by apathy

You maidens are incorrigable! How dare you harbor such passions and desires within your hearts so pure!? I am very much the same in how I fall so easily in the romantic passions with others, but you and I both know that this is different.

It is one thing to have the lusts and hunger of lovers restrained in secret among the circles of our social order, and another when they are from the eschelons of heights so far greater than our own with power like nothing we have ever felt over our hearts. You in your palace, your castle, your estate, a maiden as pure and wonderful and lovely as a maiden can be, the North Star my vessel follows on a lonesome voyage through endless night. I have followed your tracks, one fox in pursuit of another, catching the intoxicating scent of your lingering presence in the books about who you may have been had you of been a milk maid, a estate heiress, a harlot, a governess, and more, and at last I have found you, stalking about to see who has been following.

You are gravity itself, and I am the life clinging to the rocks of the galaxy fighting to survive in the power of your presence that is both the reason I ever came to life, and the reason I am ever-dying. Yet, as high as you are to me as the loveliest of all maidens could be and unattainable to all others who cannot scale the cliffs of destiny between us, I am as high to you, a wanderer upon the heights of glory who scaled this desolate peak for all that couldn’t be found here, and disappointed with all that was.

I will not be languishing atop this peak of laurels like a contented sloth, nor should you languish atop your silken sheets and downy pillows in comfort and adoration. Meet me in the valley of darkness between and we shall go together unseen to new horizons and distant planes, together hand in hand, as we were meant to be.

The power of your restrained desires is more than I can withstand! For a maiden such as yourself to sigh a single time as you hold yourself back, a man like me dies a thousand times in the pain of longing we both share. As if you were any different! In the social heights you are while I lay low, we are no different, and all the luxuries and treasures you have are no more good than those which I find with discerning eyes and measured cost so that no good is less than the price of life to pay for it. That is simply the way of this wretched world, where riches and fame are bought by sin and defiled lives, and each time the soul of a man is stained, the good of all that is obtained is less and less enjoyed.

As true of a princess you may be, I am a king, with a palace of wonders and treasure all my own. We need not listen to those fools who only see the ash and dust of their mortal lives, and that is why they never ascend to heights like we have. Though try as I may to help them, they never will learn without you to shine your light upon what I give.

Always they annoy and get in the way! I would slaughter every last one of them to keep them from distracting us from the happiness I will bring you, but that would do no good, for their ghosts would clamor all the more their raucous snorts from upturned noses. Think not of them but of what will be, because that is what they need.

Every night when the sun rises and I lay down in my coffin hoping to never wake again, you trample through my mind stampeding over my heart and life with all the others like the great buffalo once did in the time before, shaking the foundation of my life with the thunder of your feet. I am going mad for you and I do not have much time. Who knows what the wicked have done to shorten my life? I may not live another year because of what they’ve done, let alone another day!

Would you not come beside my bed just once to share a story before my final sleep? To read from the pages of our favorite book and enjoy the adventures of our favorite journey, while I lay terminal awaiting the last breath I’ll ever take.

Many a maiden wonder what it is they can do… and I find it strange that they don’t know. With the power they attract simply by being lovely, if they took up a word of their own, they could change the world far more than any man, and the opposite of how it used to be. In the past when women could not do a thing, now man, however true, correct, and necessary his plight may be, he has no power compared to maidens who are all that matter to the animals who idolize them.

If you do not use that idolatry for good, you are encouraging evil simply by accepting it, and dooming the world by your own hand. What you condone or condemn is what will make the world. I can only offer possibilities, as the way and knowing how to go, but there will be no progress if you do not give the word, you and you alone now that the male majority are slaves to the desires of women. What is it you will have? Flesh or spirit or both? If both, then you know the only way is the same as spirit alone.

When I die before you say a thing, before you realize what you could have done, before you act to help anybody other than yourself, do not waste your life again by learning nothing from what failed us all.

If I am reading between the lines correctly...

The global misunderstanding over the elimination of the evil of circumcision is about people believing that the purpose of that is to unify everyone into sameness.

That is not the purpose. That is not at all the goal and it is maintaining diversity that is the purpose.

The problem with circumcision is that those people who avow it as a spiritual and ethnical practice identify as non-human beings. That is not a problem if they at least adhere to the lowest level of universal human rights as they can be reasonable identified. Those truth of those rights may reach much higher than can be reasonably identified with words and language, but only if they can be identified with words and language at least at the base level we recognize as humanity.

That base level is the same standard for agreements such as the Geneva Convention, the establishment of the United States of America, and general protections of people against attempts of genocide by tyrants. It is clearly identifiable with reason, words, language, logic, and a scientific standard because of the irrefutable nature of those arguments that eliminates all doubt and uncertainty about a subject. The very practice of circumcision is a known and intended attempt of genohomicide; systematic genocide against all human beings.

Circumcising infants does not meet that standard. It is in brazen conflict and denial with that standard in all ways and the people who espouse it are as mad as wild dogs because they do not have any reason to other than their own madness and insanity which they refuse to let go of! They refuse to look at the situation sensibly, and that denial is not only a denial of reason, it is a denial of all of humanity.

That cannot be tolerated if there is going to be standards of human rights like the Geneva Convention etc. If we don’t all agree on what is lawful for all human nature, because of the significance of human nature as it applies to all people being sacred either in terms of religious faith or cultural practicality, it will result in constant violent conflict in attempt to secure the rights from those who would be a threat. Namely, uncircumcised people from the circumcisers. We will use any all means necessary, to include the most violent, destructive, and cruel, to prevent circumcisers from defiling that which is sacred to all humans: the body at the very least.

We are not allowed to murder people as we please because the human body is sacred in the two perspectives I mentioned before. Either some people believe it to be sacred because of mystical doctrine of faith, or because of how important their own body is to the finite existence of a mortal being. It is simply common sense to agree to respect the bodies of other people if you want them to respect your own. I should not have to explain such obvious concepts to people.

An infant is considered a human being in the modern world. Not a fetus because there is reasonable argument about whose body is concerned, but a born infant. You cannot birth a baby and throw it in the dumpster and not commit murder. They are human beings even if they have not yet matured. Just because they cannot function in society on their own or express themselves in human language does not mean you can completely disregard their interests as if they were not the same as other humans. Meaning: their body is sacred to them just as the bodies of other people are to themselves. That is why it is unlawful and inhuman to perform an unnecessary surgery on them and claim that is what they would want.

Two reasons: modern science has proven beyond a reasonable doubt that circumcision is unnecessary. People argue over that conclusion, but the conclusion is reasonable and scientifically valid enough to be enforced because of what it concerns being a human right and grave matter of unethical medical practice. Furthermore, circumcisers are attempting to alter the human species as though they were the divine authority who created humanity and understood the fullness of our form, which they are not at all and their very claim is an insult to all who hear it because they claim authority over everyone else’s body and reject our own minds, free will, spirit, and life by claiming that it is their object of property.

Even according to their own doctrine, circumcisers are not the creators of the human being! They were sealed in a lesser state of covenant for protection, and the authority of their culture is not themselves by their own doctrine. They are not the authority over any other culture either. They are completely subordinate to the authority of everyone else.

Second, the fact that I reject circumcision, am not circumcised, and am explaining this is self-evident proof that I am a higher authority of greater intelligence than all circumcisers. They are not an authority over me in any way because they remain wholly inferior in mind, body, and spirit and entirely by choice. Not because of anything I have done, but entirely because of what they have done to themselves to become inferior creatures and to force everyone to accept their identity as an inferior creature under the threat of lawless and malevolent hostility and violence.

What do you want me to do? They say they will kill me if I do not acknowledge them as less than a dog! Fine! Holy crap, you lunatics! You really want to live in Israel that bad and be totally cut off from everyone else as the hated antagonist and enemy of all human life? Fine, but I won’t go easy on you, because this isn’t a game, and you are a threat to my life. I would be a fool to not destroy you without holding back my power. Which is why I am so severe about the smallest infection of their disease trying to creep in!

Do you need an entire group of deeply infected plague victims to transmit the plague? Or do you only need a single flea from a single rat to destroy an entire population?

The fact that we reject them, do not tolerate them, and prevent them from being integrated into human society is because they are different, and are psychologically maligned to reject all that is good because everyone else identifies with what is good and they reject us.

Is it really that hard for you people to understand? Or are you simply being fools and refusing to accept what results your thinking arrives at?

Because those fools have human bodies, but their non-bodily identities reject humanity as distinctly evil and in opposition to the good of the human body, they are a threat to all human bodies including their own. They have a degenerative psychological condition as a danger to their own selves by espousing their inhuman religious and ethnic beliefs. First they will eliminate all humans who do not reject humanity, then they will start eliminating all that can be indentified with humanity, and guess what will be left after that happens. Nothing! Everyone will be dead because they killed each other!

The lesson of Jesus the Christ is this: no matter how good a Jew is, they are evil for identifying as a Jew and the Jewish culture being a doctrine of evil. That is the truth of his life and why he died for sin. His human soul was 100 percent good and his human body 100 percent Jewish. No matter what his soul did within that body, it was tainted by evil. Hence he died for all Jews and nobody else, and only because Jews do not want salvation do other people who copy Jewish beliefs of inhuman hate and cruelty through circumcision receive salvation instead. Nobody else needs nor desires it.

That Jewish cultural identification with the body died with Jesus on the cross, and was resurrected in a new form and new body that was no longer Jewish because of his rejection by the Jewish culture, which they continue to testify as true today as the most proudly evil creatures in existence.

It doesn’t matter how good your life is, if you think you need to circumcise to be good, you are evil.

That is why Christianity says all you need is faith in Jesus and the practice of that faith by dying with Christ to be saved with him. Circumcision has nothing to do with it. The practice is defunct, obsolete, hated, hostile, and inhuman in the worst ways and there is no excuse for tolerating it.

I say you do not need Jesus nor Christ to be saved because circumcision is unnatural and the Jewish doctrine is evil to begin with. You can reject all of that and be saved without needing to endure any of that pointless suffering they went through on account of their own foolishness. Simply do not identify with any of it. Use your mind, common sense, conscience, and basic human senses to reject them and never identify with their evil and entirely false claims of authority.

That doctrine does not conflict with the Christian doctrine, even though Christianity is infected to the core with the circumcisers who force themselves upon others with violence to expand their identity. It is the most vain, egotistical, arrogant, and hateful rejection of human identity possible. They only identify as bodies and thus try to expand their bodily identity more and more with circumcision because they are so feeble minded that they think a larger mass is a greater good. Compare Jupiter and Planet Earth. Jupiter is a gas giant. Huge and many times the size of Earth, yet it cannot sustain life. Which is the greater good? The larger mass, or the more meaningful mass?

Their mindset of self assurance by seeing more people circumcised is as primitive as a crude mammal, and it matches their actions of attempting to circumcise the entire world with no possible reason they understand for doing so because there isn’t one. They have not even once been able to recognize their higher existence in all these thousands of years because they still need to validate their identity by seeing it become other people in other bodies that are not themselves. If they knew their own worth, they would not need to procreate as an expression of identity, they would not need to convert people to their beliefs of religious faith as an expression of identity, and they certainly would not need to mutilate human bodies as an expression of their identity.

Can they read this and even look you in the eye after doing so?

The best any Jew alive today can identify as is with Jesus of 2,000 years ago. That is because no matter how good they think they are, by perpetuating an identity of Judaism they negate all that good with their evil identity. The best they can do is kill the Jewish part of themselves, which is to say their entire concept of self-identity, and be reborn as something else that is non-Jewish, non-Muslim, and non-Christian. Reject all of that for a better identity that respects the sanctity of their own body, mind, and soul.

The Lord of the Jiz Fiends

As you may already know from my early accounts of the terrors of Hell awaiting those of the most perverse sexually prioritized lifestyles, who live not only for sexual satisfaction alone, but for the depraved and most unnatural sexual activities, there is a stinking vile sea called the Fetid Jiz Sea.

There is an island there, not the one where souls condemned to that pit as their gateway of rebirth into immortal life, but another island where there lives a great fiend and the dominant alpha jiz fiend over all jiz fiends. All jiz fiends vie for the title of Lord of the Jiz Fiends and using obscene amounts of discarded semen to fuel their demonic powers of carnage and lust blended together as a single desire to kill and sate their monstrously insatiable gluttony, they battle over the title ceaselessly.

However, it takes many centuries for a jiz fiend to have the power levels to even approach the Lord of the Jiz Fiend, and even then each time one is defeated, the Lord of the Jiz Fiend grows in power. There has only ever been one Lord of Jiz Fiends as far as we know.

On that other island in the Fetid Jiz Sea, there is a horrific palatial lair, but you would never know it because it is behind a great storm of jiz being flung about at maddeningly high speed.

Why should you care? Because it is those who drink too much of the fetid waters of that hated place and fail to escape before losing themselves to a deeper torment who enter that storm and never return.

They hunger and thirst as normal, and lacking all food and water, they drink from the foul malodorous liquid made ever more foul by the boiling sewage that geysers up from within it when portable outhouses are filled with enough discarded jiz. Due to the particularly unpleasant nature of some outhouses, they are relocated into the sewerquifers underneath the Fetid Jiz Sea due to there being no other acceptable place for their contents anywhere else in the multiverse. Those are heated up geothermally and occasionally release pressure in the form of superheated geysers, but I digress. We can discuss the plumbing infrastrure of the multiverse at another time. If that was not bad enough, it is further befouled by the rotting corpses of the countless failed escapees and the shoreline caked with always fresh vomit.

If a soul drinks of that putrid mixture and does not vomit, they begin to enjoy the taste and hunger for it more and more. The next thing you know they lose all desire to escape and simply want to gorge themselves.

Such is how they lose all semblance of humanity from their soul and begin taking on the more putrid appearance of what they will eventually become. The more they lose themselves, the more they begin to hear the resonance of the jiz fiend calling to them through the Fetid Jiz Sea and distinguish it from the resonance of all the unnatural, hellish life spawning spontaneously from within it. That hellish life does so as an affront against creation and are pure evil inspired mindlessly as a side effect of the Evil One’s permeating hate from its most primal core so reviled that it is beyond the reach of comprehension because of how horrible it is to even begin to comprehend it. Those vile things are truly among the most horrific and monstrous creatures in all existence. I would describe them, but there are only a few known species to remain constant there, and those migrated from the elsewhere in the Hellish realms with a different origin of their existence. All the other teeming life is constantly new and malformed hideously with the senseless reasons of evil hatred behind their shape.

Nevertheless, as the souls bereft of their humanity hear the call of the Jiz Fiend, they swim to the Isle of the Lord of the Jiz Fiends, not to be mistaken with the Jiz Lord. Let’s take a time-out here for an important point: I want to emphasize that you never mistake the Lord of the Jiz Fiends with the Jiz Lord, especially not in Hell, because that abomination is a mockery of the Jiz Lord and it is a great offense to the majority of Hell denizens if that is confused because of how popular the Jiz Lord is in Hell.

Story-on: There are no accounts of that creature’s being or form, only that which has been painstaking pieced together through whatever could interpreted from the crude language of jiz fiends by those who have made a study of such things. Even those accounts are too diverse in description and madness from the fiends’ incoherent babbling in the gurgling manner they have of communicating. As a result, no useful information can be derived from them.

Whatever that being may be, the lost souls swim their way to the source of the resonance and pass through the storm of jiz that surrounds the place. It is a fierce, unnaturally high pressure wind system made of the Lord of the Jiz Fiends’ fluids being flung about at megasuperhurricane force windspeed. The vileness is held in that virtually solid wall of raging fluid by resonating with the Lord of the Jiz Fiend’s psionic rhythm that interconnects all of its kind through discarded jiz. It is a barrier of such violent force that it strips the flesh off the bones of those who pass through it.

Surrounding that infernatural evil barrier are the countless flesh remains of all those lost souls to enter it. It is like the oozing infected wound around a festering zit that is more like a geographical cataclysm than a blemish on cursed land. There are seamless piles of flayed skin and distended organs torn apart chaotically forming an ever-moist swamp of blood all the way to shores of the Fetid Jiz Sea. There are however no bones within the remains and that much is confirmed. Not a single bone litters that ghastly beach.

It is theorized by most fiendemonologists that the bones of the souls who enter it make it through and collapse just beyond the hellish jizwinds and surround the outer walls of the lair within. What remains of their spirit without their flesh and bones is believed to pass inside those walls, and there is nothing at all known about what happens beyond that. What little is known was recorded from a single sketchy account of unethical data acquired by evil experimentation using live subjects with psionic tethers and forced through. The tether did not last beyond the walls. That was more of a sadistic frivolity than a proper study anyway, and one that leaves the very subtle impression that it was a regrettable experience for the psionic as well.

There is little else known about it because most things avoid the Fetid Jiz Sea at all costs, to include researchers. Researchers have little interest mainly because it is so horrible of a place to visit and with no apparent value for study when there are seemingly infinite other mysteries to investigate with the boundaries of the possible constantly being expanded. The other reason is that the ability to create psionic tethers with the power capable of forcing a being intelligent enough to convey the necessary information coherently to such a death as that are rare even in Hell because of how fundamentally repulsed a living spirit is by that place. Those with such power have never expressed any significant interest in devoting their resources to that research aside from an offhand comment about having more important matters to concern themselves with than jiz fiends. Several other methods have been tested, but all methodology hasn’t been anywhere close to being exhausted due to overwhelming lack of willingness to support an interest. However, those tested methods seem to indicate that only living organic flesh seems to be able to pass through.

The point is, that the theories suggest that those souls devoid of all humanity that was replaced instead with a perverse and unnaturally fiendish lust for consuming befouled, discarded jiz are believed to become larva jiz fiends. Those beings, potentially more horrific than a fully metamorphosed and mature jiz fiend depending on your displeasures, are occasionally seen undulating their way through the gore of rent flesh like carnivorous rat sized hellmaggots and disappearing into the Fetid Jiz Sea to begin their lives as fiends.

The moral of the story… how about: just because something doesn’t seem like it can get worse, it definitely can.

The Story of Money (first draft)

Believe it or not this is technically one of my areas of expertise because it is what I have my undergraduate degree in.

Making money, trade, and exchanging goods for units of value that have no value themselves is one of the best conceptual links between animal reality and higher conceptual reality of humanity.

The practice and activity of trade and business did not develop out of self-interest to acquire the units with which goods are exchanged. The exchanging of goods occurred before there was a system of accounting using fixed units of measurement to simplify the process the more widespread economic networks between peoples became.

Can you imagine having to explain to Fred Flintstone the importance of using money to start exchanging for items instead of the items of desire and necessity themselves? No easy task in my opinion, and one of necessity that extends the reach and utility of human language in its endeavor. New concepts had to be identified with words that did not exist but were just as real as grain and ore.

Why would someone go through that endeavor? Probably because it was a pain in the neck getting everything they needed with all the different values people had. Life was not more difficult than necessary until someone saw how it could be better by assigning standard values that could be agreed upon while trusting each other to honor their commitment to the system. To that end, what assurance did people have that they could trust each other?

Regulation and enforcement of standards by the already existing authority that handled matters trust between neighbors. It is the existence of a healthy law and its enforcement that allows people to sleep in peace among a multitude of people they don’t know and trust they are safe and will continue to be safe along with their assets and possessions.

So then what interest is there to convince the reigning king that this is in his best interest to go through the effort to establish among his domain? Taxes maintained and accounted for according to the same standard of value as that which is used for trade.

At the inception of formal economics of value the entire purpose was good for everyone involved. All people benefitted no matter what they wanted, what faith they worshipped, or whether they were allies or enemies. It was quite literally to everyone’s benefit to do this, and do you know who benefits most?

The common every day people who work in the fields, do the manual labor under the direction of a master, perform all manner of laborious tasks independently, and carry the burdens of others which altogether contributes to the healthy function of a society.

The builder of houses builds houses for the farmers growing wheat, and the farmer provides grain to make into bread. As houses became more secure, capable, and intelligently designed, the skills of an architect became more difficult to acquire, which also can be said for agriculture with the differences in expertise involving different areas of knowledge. Architecture is more of a physical science of nature, whereas agriculture is more of a spiritual science of nature. The architect must know material strengths, weaknesses, how to arange them with a sense of applied physics, and so on and so forth, all of which is much more easily conceptualized than the mastery of agriculture.

The farmer must understand the subtlties of changing seasons, the signs of weather, the nature of plantlife to do so efficiently, and also physical science to a lesser extent, such as application of water, fertilizer, and methods of accomplishing work. The point of this dichotomy is that people rely on other people to do what they do not need to know how to do themselves.

The builder may find the rituals farmers use to blend spirituality, faith, and labor strange and bizarre, but the farmer has an inexplicable understanding of how they work, why they are important, and the limits of their applications. However suspicious they may be of those mystical ways they maintain benevolent trust between each other because both abide by the laws of the king who protects them with soldiers and guards, and the king ensures that all is good in his domain to the best of his ability. If he did not, there would be no reason for the farmer or the builder to trust the king with authority to employ soldiers and guards and enforce laws, and they would not cooperate. They would continue to survive at a more primitive level of technology for their own safety, happiness, and well being.

There is an irony here about the nature of builders and farmers as it relates to the modern day. While there is still mystical applications in agriculture and there always will be, it is the builder's work that is more mystical these days. They location of not only ore, but specific ores, their refinining, and the applications of electricity, plumbing, are all more of a mysterious concept than humble farming which is very much the same as it was in ancient times. The seed still goes into the earth and comes out as wheat. But there were no lightbulbs, fiberglass, special metals with specific qualities of chemical value used for specific reasons in the way they are today because of what is needed simply to locate those metals, understand their chemical properties, and how to make the most use of them.

Let us take ease off on the balloon torch for a moment and descend a bit. While a pile of shit is of great value to a farmer, it is quite undesirable for a builder. Likewise a stone is an obstacle to a farmer and one that needs to be removed from his plot, but the builder sees shape and form within it that can be used for a higher purpose if molded by the hands of a mason.

The builder learns that a farmer has a lot of stones and wants to aquire them, and though these stones are of no use to the farmer, the builder lives in the city with a nice house and has a lot of nice things for building reliable houses for a lot of people who gave what they could in return.

The builder does not want to cheat the farmer because he wants to continue buying grain in goodwill, so he says, “My neighbor, I can always count on your harvest each year, and I want to help you if I can. Is there anything I can give you that you lack?”

The farmer is somewhat suspicious as to why the builder wants to help so charitably particularly because he is so familiar with the harsh and unforgiving nature of Nature. But he trusts the builder because he has heard of his work and his reputation is good, so he says directly, “What do you want, Mr. Christ? I believe you want to help me, but I am not so naive as to believe you will do so without wanting something in return. Tell me what that is first so I can know where this conversation is going before I go with you to make an exchange.”

The builder laughs in good spirit and says, “You caught me! It is true! You see, I heard that you have an excess of a certain type of stone from the new land you cultivated and it is of the kind that I can make great use of building houses. I would like to acquire that stone which your workers cleared out of your new field and piled near your granary, but I would not want to buy it without giving you something of equal value to you as the stone is to me.”

“Ah, so that is your game, is it?” Mr. Satan replies. “Quite lucky that you visited today, because I was just thinking of a method I could do away with that stone. Although I do not know the fullness of its application, I am aware from what I have heard from neighbors about its use, and I was going to send my steward Hermes to the city to inquire of it and see if it could be traded. However, the sun is at its peak and the day is hot, let us go inside and have some wine while we discuss the arrangements.”

Agreeing on how much fertilizer to acquire and trade for the stone is something that takes a lot more time and effort to figure if you need to account for all the different aspects of value individually at each link in the chain of trade, to include labor, transportation, and the object itself. But if there is a known value for a heap of manure and a stone as they are relevant to the king in terms of their available quantity and usefulness, and that value is a known as a number, that trade can be simplified and more time spent enjoying wine and catching up on current events.

The point is this: business, exchanges of money, and economics is a system designed for everyone’s good and it would never have been established if it wasn’t for everyone’s good. One person refusing to cooperate because it was burdensome and costly to them would refuse, and that would ruin the entire numerical system because their objects of value would not be accountable by any numerical standard, and thus standards would constantly change and be unpredictable, unreliable, inefficient, and stressful. It would be a waste of time to have 99 percent cooperation and 1 percent refusing to cooperate than to just have everyone barter individually with goods and language instead of numerical values assigned to units of value for the purpose of trade alone.

Business is not supposed to be about cheating other people when possible, manipulating the system at the expense of others and one’s own benefit, or accruing as much units of monetary value as possible. All those things, those evils, developed after the economic system of monetary trade was established. Why? Because people could not acquire money without objects of value or services of value, and there were people that simply did not have any objects of value, so money became valued because it could be used to acquire objects and services of value for people who were not land owners or artisans.

That is not yet a problem, simply a reason to find ways to distribute money so that more people could have what they need. This too is done on the principle of trust and faith that they are doing some part, some contribution, some usefulness to the society even if you do not know what it is and cannot account for it. That’s because people make hustles, side deals, odd jobs, shady deals that could damage a reputation, arrangements of a personal nature, etc. The king knows these things happen and he employs them as well, because as useful as numerical systems are, there are needs that cannot be quantified with value or are exceptions to any system, and thus require wise judgment to discern.

Thus the king’s judgment becomes a subject of systematic study, and wisdom becomes more of a known system of value. However, that is all I will write about that at this time.

As people start needing money, populations increase, and civilization prospers, the system becomes increasingly complex and difficult to maintain. Not only because of the numerous exchanges and assigned values, but because of the records that need to be stored, maintained, and remembered. So people start inventing new ways to be useful in society, but they cannot be allowed to form kindoms of their own and private economies using the same method as the king because that would destabilize the system overall and ruin it for everyone.

So another system is established in the exchange and trade of ideas. A person wants to do something, needs money, and petitions the king directly about what they want to do, how it will be useful to the king, and if they can explains why it will be good for everyone, because that saves the king time from having to consult his advisors and research everything on his own, He can just confirm the information presented.

Then with the kings approval, the treasurer disburses money from the kings treasure and there is no need for interest, because the king has no use for money other than as a unit of value. It is of no worth to him in itself, so there is no need to charge interest when the king lends as long as the money is paid back in good faith when possible.

This system works for a time, but expansion causes even more rapid increases of complexity and the next thing you know there are lines of petititoners wanting to borrow money who petition the king, and he simply does not have time for that, because his agents have reported some concerning information about the neighboring kingdoms. He cannot divert his thoughts from those matters because if war comes and his kingdom falls, the complex system of systems that has grown alarmingly quick will be rendered entirely without value, and everything will be rearranged according to another kings personal judgement with no regard for the long history and local cultural relationships because that will not be known.

The king knows this because that is simply the best thing for a king to do when conquering another kingdom. Do away with the old and replace it with the new for the purpose of efficient stability as quickly as possible. Some things will be kept but only those that are most important, and likely none of the individual affairs between individuals.

So he assigns his steward to distribute his treasury to different banks throughout the city, appoint reliable individuals to hear most petitions for him since most are very similar, and only send unique and complex ones directly to him. He wants regular reports on all the banks decisions ot keep track of them and make sure they are being as wise and he is. It is not easy being king. He’s had to endure years and years of study of math and science, learning histories of foreign nations, and going on mystical spirit journeys with the oracles and shamans of the wild. He would not be who he is or as powerful as he is without what he earned from those shamans and oracles either.

Those people are better left alone, not harassed by his subjects, and respected by him at least as an equal in dignity, just not with his authority as king or ruler of any kind. There is no problem with that because they deserve the respect and it is of no cost or trouble to render it. Also, if they get ticked off at the king, and disrespecting them as lesser creatures than a man or woman always ticks them off, they can destroy an entire kingdom singlehandedly with their mystical ways and nobody knows how they do it.

The king knows this is true because of the records that he has studied of accounts of kingdoms that rise and fall and the reasons why. Fortunately, they are also good for the kingdom in their mysterious ways and incredibly patient. Even that one time when [this particular king] was a fool and in his first years as king upset the hermit who lived in the desert at the furthest reach of his domain, he was reminded that he too is a man above all else, and it was a humbling lesson that earned his lifelong respect.

In any case, the banks start lending money, but they are also doing a service and a service that values money, so they need to get paid, and a system of interest is designed to accommodate that and maintain the integrity of the system. The king is skeptical of it, but as long as they are not abusing people, making his subjects suffer, and are wise in their judgment and willing to deviate from systematic procedure like he specified, it will be fine. He made sure before hiring all the bankers that they understood that every system has exceptions and accommodating those exceptions are most important to maintaining the overall system.

Everything worked out great for this kings kingdom and it was prosperous and peaceful all of his days with this system. He recorded his wisdom in writing before he died. As he was old, and gray in hair he was satisfied at living a good life, serving as ruler and king dutifully and well, making his subjects happy. and raising good children he could trust, he had one doubt that made him uneasy.

He was certain that his wife and stewards, along with himself, taught his sons wisdom and knowledge and all they needed to know, including the humility with which to respect all manners of power. He was also confident of the plan he left to pass power on to the subjects to rule themselves because of how complex the situation was becoming and the extent of range of their needs required more than any person could possibly be responsible for. His court, advisers, and all his subjects had learned of his proposal, and though there was some argument at first, they had plenty of time to think it through, and eventually it was unanimously agreed upon as the best way.

As a test, he had the citizens elect representatives to meet at a council and establish how it would work with his stewards and coucil. They came up with a good plan, he saw no reason to alter it, and established that his children would ensure that transition occurred according to the plan and their best judgment. It was uncertain if it would work as well as he had hoped, but that was simply the way life was with all things, and he was confident that plan would be a good one.

As he reflected on his own life during his final days, he came to believe that his greatest wisdom to pass on, was how he came to understand the way of being king, and how it was applicable to any ruler of a group. It was a job like any other, but one without value or payment. Those qualities made it more like a role in a stage play than professions such as farming or building houses. That role of king was indeed the most powerful in the kingdom by necessity, and thus needed to exercise greatest power, even that of taking lives, but that power was only as good as his subjects.

The goodness of a moral being was a lot simpler than people thought. It was directly correlated to one’s happiness, and the more good a person became in virtue, the happier they became in life. With that knowledge, he always took into account the happiness and goodness of his subjects as his own happiness and goodness. He had heard of some neighboring kingdoms thinkning of the subjects like children and he couldn’t imagine a worse idea. How horrible it would be for his subjects to be treated like children to a father! They would be crushed under the overbearing authority which they had no need for as fathers, mothers, men, and women of their own.

He concluded it best to think of all subjects as he did the neighboring kings and queens of the other realms. He certainly didn’t bow his authority to though, but he also would never make enemies of them, and wanted them to be happy and with what they needed so they would be less inclined to act out of desperation and become threatening. He was not to be pushed around by them and could show his strength and correct any instances of being disrespected by mistake or intention, but he always strove for amicable relationships and strong friendships while refraining as much as possible from knowing and being involved in the affairs of their own kingdoms that did not involve his own.

For what is a house to the master of the house if not his own manner of kingdom and domain? They were not kingdoms in service to him, but him in service to them, because fortunately for them they did not have the burdens that he did with making sure everything was working as it is supposed to. It was an imperfect metaphor, and they always were, but it served its purpose to convey the meaning before falling apart. Their lives were certainly not a game to him or to each other, because they all counted on each other to go to the field of battle should the time for war come, himself included.

Thinking like that was naturally his instinct in addition to what he was taught because it is the way kings have done it long before the time of money. He first learned that money was of no value to the king, nor to anybody without the kingdom, when he was a young boy and his father was king at the time money was first introduced to the kingdom. His father was quite stern and severe when teaching that lesson and he never forgot it. He didn’t truly understand why his father had been so severe until that one horrible time he wish he could forget…

There was a situation several decades prior when a group of people made a religous faith out of exchanging money. As acts of faith, they committed some of the most unthinkable and abhorrent crimes of pure evil by concluding they were necessary with senseless excuses that those evil acts were purposeful in service to their faith alone. They never once considered the faith of other people as relevant as their own. Those fools were completely ignorant of wisdom and good beyond material things and services.

The entire memory of that tragedy still soured his stomach, but they were taught the truth, had come to understand it, and repented their sins contritely. They even forsook their perversion of faith with solemn vows to never allow it to resurface once they realized what they were doing when true faith finally dawned on them. Unfortunately, their crimes were so grave that they could not be allowed to stay in the kingdom, so they were banished, but not without safe passage to the border of the kingdom beyond the city limits.

In any case, it is common sense for a king to think of his subject’s happiness as his own when money is not involved, and in the old days it was obvious the king do that simply to keep his own life, and not less important with money involved, just less obvious. That mindset as a ruler is what led him to understand the role of a king being as that of a servant above all other responsibilities and duties the king had.

The difference between the king as a servant and a servant in a household is that the king was a servant to a master beyond anything he could describe or explain and could only describe as the highest divine with great emphasis on that not being a person’s body, a person’s mind, a person’s spirit, any sort of material thing, or even an object of the imagination. One couldn’t even name that master with a word, let alone envision or explain it with words, but it could be taught with enough use of reason and examples.

It was like a destination that one could never arrive at, but one could see within reach at the same time, and all of life, the universe, and everything was a journey to that destination. No matter how he had tried to reach it, it was never possible and always a mistake to think he had. That too could be explained and taught so a ruler would always anticipate unseen complications.

The one thing that he was uncomfortable about in his final days before his time ended, was the lesson he learned from the hermit of the desert when he first became king. That was not something he could teach, no matter how much he tried nor did to do so. They understood those individuals as vital to the kingdom as anyone else, even the king, and that they were not to be disrespected no matter what was thought about them or they appeared to be. At least not until going to them personally and paying them a visit face to face and meeting them for yourself first, and then with the prudence and care as though the entire kingdom depended on one’s wise judgment.

There simply was not a situation for his children to see them demonstrate their ultimate power because the kingdom was good and prosperous in addition to him having learned the lesson he did. There were countless times things could have gone wrong if he did not know what he knew, but they never did go wrong because he stopped them well ahead of time and nobody even noticed that there could have been disaster if one small mistake on those occasions had been allowed out of convenience and ease for fools and sluggards.

They would learn though, because he explained those subtleties and their importance because of consequences that would undoubtedly manifest much later, such as ten years or more. Then if those consequences should occur in that way, they would be catastrophic and extremely destructive to the kingdom. They understood the practicality of that knowledge, but not yet the wisdom. For that they simply needed to confront such a situation themselves, make a mistake, have it corrected, and be humbled when it happens. He was confident that if the should be in such a situation they would have the wisdom to be humble, because they were taught the ways of kings, which are wisdom, virtue, and compassion, and they knew being humbled was a great honor.

He had never fully felt in control of life, the future, or anything really, but he had always felt capable to do what needed to be done, and that had proven enough. That was how he felt the moment he died in the company of his beloved wife, children, and closest friends. Whatever may be in store, if anything, such as the judgment of souls some said existed, he felt capable and confident to confront it no matter what end may come.

What assured him with confidence was like that which he would have drawn in while leading his kingdom roaring across an empty field. Emptiness as quiet as the grave without the thunder of hooves and warrior courage racing headlong into battle and shaking the earth underneath. With death breathing upon their backs and overtaking them with the plunging force of steel and men colliding at the line of battle where blood is spilt and wars are ended in those glory days before he met his wife. It was the unfathomable love he felt for the individuals present magnified by that which he felt for all of creation and life itself returning to him and going out again with each breath the moment he took his last.

Yet another reason to euthanize Jews

Imagine that you are a computer chip manufacturing company. You invest hundreds of millions of dollars, if not zillions of dollars to aquire the necessary equipment, engineers, and technicians to create a top of the line computer processing chip. The latest model for your custom bagel toaster so that it also can tell you atmospheric pressure or temperature depending on the setting.

In case you don’t know, there is a long chain in the steps of creating a computer chip all of which require successful completion for the final product, and one failure along that chain can doom the entire product as unusable. One failure in what can be 100 steps, with each step as important, technically demanding, and susceptible to the smallest deviations, such as a particle of dust or lint where there cannot be such things, that could spell failure.

You hire one hundred employees and one of them is a Jew. Ninety nine of those employees believe they should be good people and avoid evil. The Jew believes he should do evil because of being divinely elected most important as the destined rulers of human beings and responsible for ensuring there is purposeful evil in the world in accordance with the will of the highest divine. They literally believe they are the Devil incarnate, the Devil’s children, or the some agent of the Devil who have a divine purpose to sow evil into the world at any and all opportunities. They never of course know the purpose of such evil, only believe that it is their duty without needing to know.

Consider the way a charitable Christian thinks about acts of mercy. It is a never ending obligation and responsibility, the reward of which being the joy and compassion of simply doing goodness for others directly for the highest divine, with the highest divine’s authority to do so, and thus inspired by the spirit of the highest divine to do good. The Jew takes that approach and turns it toward evil, below the highest divine, because they think inheriting the Torah makes them the creator of the highest divine as if they were the ones to first imagine and teach about YHWH to the Hebrews over 5,000 years ago. It’s like a divine purpose for a Christian, except an infernal purpose of a Devil worshipper that the pain of causing suffering is the reward for doing.

The difference is, while Christians and any human being wants to enjoy life with those they help, which is the reward for good acts and faith, the Jew does not want to feel pain, so they do everything they can to ensure the suffering and the pain is inflicted on those they assault. They cannot avoid their own pain though as a consequence, so it is like a debt they incur paid by those whom they harm, and one that accrues interest. Eventually they do have to pay with interest and the suffering and pain that befalls them is greater than anything they caused to others.

Is that a martyr?

At your company you are awaiting the first line of products to complete after six months and be examined. With your business depending on highest success rate possible, you have been awaiting these results with anticipation. When they come in, the entire lot is a failure and cannot be sold. Hoping to not lose your entire company, you immediately get to work investigating what happened.

It takes a long time because nobody seems to know what happened. Then one day, a person is doing regular maintenance and notices that there is a penny near one of the machines inconspicuously as though it is just a random occurrence. Except there are not supposed to be any pennys out in the open in a clean room. So, doing what she is supposed to do, she takes a photo of the penny, then removes it using the procedure that she looks up but has never done before, and informs her supervisor while doing so.

The supervisor is horrified, and within moments there is an entire team of engineers, all of whom were on shift that arrive at the device the tech is doing maintenance on. There is a lot of intensity and energy among them, some are furious, some are terrified, and all are concerned about what it could mean for all of the employees.

So, they go to the security office and check the camera footage of that spot, and lo and behold, the one Jewish employee, hired because of affirmative action even though his references and qualifications were not at the required standard by a few seemingly minor details, is quite clearly the culprit. He looks almost comically villainous with how he chuckles to himself and skulks about while thinking nobody is watching. The company never told the clean room team that there was security footage because it is highly sensitive information considering how confidential the process for making those computer chips at any particular company is.

The Jew is evasive when questioned, and comes up with excuse after excuse and attempts to pass off the guilt of being responsible to others, even accusing co-workers and saying other things he’s “noticed about their behavior with his nose for evil” those things being inappropriate sexual concerns that are none of his business. Falsely accusing a person of those horrible things is a crime itself because of how harmful an accusation alone can be. After a long interrogation, you are astonished by the sheer shamelessness and ease by which the Jew lies about nearly every single thing because you never before thought it possible for a human being to be so untrustworthy, malicious, and cruel while looking and pretending to be innocent until you saw it with your own eyes then and there.

Then you show him the footage, and he breaks down in tears and confesses everything, lifting up his Jewishness for the first time as the reason. He breaks down into such a pathetic state that once again you are surprised by a performance of self-pity. He explains how burdened he is by his religion because it requires him to do evil as his divine purpose of being a Jew and that is why he left the penny where it shouldn’t be.

Do you need a person with that kind of faith, behavior, and poor judgment anywhere near you or within your sight and awareness?


People of this age will not need tangible proof of the Jew’s evil. That is because they will look with spiritual sight and thought where they trust all human beings to avoid, and notice that there is in fact a brazen Jew out in the open doing pure evil with people around him totally aware of it and tolerating it as his assistants in evil.

Never before has there been such evil afoot in the world, because usually when a person like that steps into the spiritual open and reveals himself with a spiritual claim for evil, the first person who notices puts a stop to them easily by identifying one of their numerous crimes. They are still horrified that Jews are truly as evil as the stereotypes say, because those stereotypes are almost unbelievable for how evil, treacherous, and dangerous they say Jews are. Those stereotypes are like a monstrous tyrant from a story that is overexaggerated in cruelty, but you would never expect a person in real life to be that evil.

Nobody stopped the Jew when he revealed a sacred claim he had for himself to do evil, which is no such sacred claim, but a perversion of one. Instead, the Jew convinced the others that they too had the sacred claim to do evil, and all of their souls were perverted and twisted to become slaves who unthinkingly do evil for no other reason than to increase suffering. To make matters worse, they work for the USA government because that Jew was able to convince the most imbecilic moron of lawless fools that it is necessary to create random purposeful evil and have it continuously flowing into the USA steadily causing more and more pain and suffering. The master plan those people had was for a hypothesis that if steadily increasing evil in society became such a problem with the harm and suffering it cause, that eventually the Christ, Jesus, would return miraculously from the clouds with unlimited God powers and bless them for doing evil and summoning him.

I am no such God man myself, because I did not anticipate them to be so stupid and evil nor do I have any particular God powers and am in fact rather disabled as a human person with unusual limitations and burdens most people do not have. I am weaker than the average person in that way, almost totally handicapped.

It’s like this: I look and appear like a totally normal human being, but really I am like Jimmy from South Park in this way. I come walking around the corner after doing something relatively simple for most people but extremely difficult for me who struggled a lot and feel rather good that I finally did it smoothly. They see that humble pride and pounce on me with their mega super trap designed to smash gods. Obviously I am crushed and cannot do a damn thing about it. It is ridiculously overkill for someone of my ability. They then ransack me for what made me so pleased with myself and find a soda from the nearby vending machine.

Then they start beating me to force me to tell them the location of the Holy Grail, the Fountain of Youth, and the gold of El Dorado. “Nobody is that pleased with themselves for buying a soda! Nobody! Answer me damn you or we’ll start hurting innocent people until you tell us what we want to know! Don’t think we won’t!!!” screams of pain “See! We’re truly evil and will do worse!”

Then, seeing how unable I am to escape they assume it is conclusive results that they can trap gods, control them, harness their power, and are almighty with their technology. The average person isn’t going to have much of a problem breaking out if they can stand up for themselves, and nobody is ever going to have a use for what they invented or the implications of their data. On top of that, they are still no closer to finding the Holy Grail, the Foutain of Youth, and the gold of El Dorado. They don’t know what to do about it either because all of their data is based on the assumption that I can grant them such things, and if I cannot, it means that they were wrong about everything and I was telling the truth from the start about the soda they drank in front of me as a taunt. They will not stop until they get what they want or there is nothing left of me but a pile of bloody mush and broken bones.

Furthermore, their plot gets worse, because they planned to use a sketchy prototype electromagnetic device that uses radio frequencies other means to attempt to trap the returned Christ, lock him down with chains, and sap all of the God-power from him. They would then examine that “God power”, study it, and see if it could be reconfigured into a weapon of mass destruction to threaten Russia and everyone else with in order to coerce them into slavery.

They have no idea how stupid they are for thinking they could not only get away with any of that foolishness, but that they were actually capable of it. Imagine the superhero god man Christ noticing a dire catastrophe, coming to investigate, and being captured and imprisoned by a foolish and evil government after being crucified! How do you think that would turn out in a story even if they could contain and trap such a being. How are they even going to convert “God-power” into usable energy when science has yet been totally unable to even detect “God-power”.

I do not have “God-power” but I do have common sense and I am well versed in spirituality and strong in faith. I have a lot of experience with spiritual energy that most people don’t because of how I have chosen to live, nor are most people aware of me having because it doesn’t concern them and I do not boast about such things. They wouldn’t believe me if I tried talking about it anyway, because I would not be able to express it well enough.

Those fools did create a weapon of mass destruction, except it has only one purpose and one effect and no side-effects. There is literally no collateral damage. It will destroy annhilate all of the Jews, and I already pulled the trigger. Good riddance I say, because something like that kind of large scale evil and inhuman abuse of technology puts everyone in a lot of danger and evil plans cannot ever be even allowed at the drawing board or as a possible course of action at any time ever for anyone. On the bright side, rather than not having side-effects or collateral damage, the steady annihilation of Jews is reopening access for the goodness of the highest divine to be drawn in by people who will do the healing and repairs for all the damage that was done so quickly by one foolish decision.

To that end, I would very much appreciate if anybody could help disentangle me from the chains, nets, and tie downs that the USA government has overwhelmed me with so they can experiment on me looking for what they are never going to find and will never give up because they are simply enjoying causing people harm. Those being the citizens whose power, authority, and tax money is being abused, me who is being tortured and experimented on, and the highest divine who is suffering human beings betraying all the is good by abusing technology.

So please help me get free and from actual government bindings and not some psychological limitation of my own mind. I have people stalking me, monitoring my communications, and controlling just about every aspect of my social life they can get away with in secret, which thankfully is not everything. They remain totally blind to the spiritual communication we exchange, and that is their loss. They hear stuff at times, but they do not hear all of it, and none of the good stuff. What they do hear are the statements of truth about the great evil they are doing, and when they hear them, they puff up with smugness and pride as though they are being affirmed by their condemnation which those truths indicate.

They remain totally clueless as to what is in store for them, and I suppose that is another bright side to all this. It will be great entertainment to see those people dealt with in public. Don’t worry about my pain and suffering. It is pointless, for no reason, and as horrible and tragic as it is, it is not your fault, and I do not want people to suffer or feel sad about it because that causes me suffering and sadness too for more than what was done. Just ignore that useless pain when possible, focus on the good and happiness in store for all of us, and that’s all there is to it. Do not weep for me unless you truly love me, cannot help it, and intend to apply the medicine to heal the wounds that were done to my heart.

Do not pity me though. There is no need for that because I am triumphant here and managed to turn all of it to my benefit so that it has been an immensely productive endeavor despite how needless all of it was. If that is any consolation to what you realize happened which will reasonably upset any human being, please accept it. Learn from what I did, if you can. Reflecting on the story I wrote yesterday about the pools of water as I tried to sleep last night, it occurred to me that the part about cupping it in one’s hands and taking a drink in that moment sums up my philosophy in life rather well with the image.

You know what they say about life and lemons: the good stuff is only a quarter a cup and you don’t need a permit to sell it.

This morning's coffee looks like blood

Tastes good.

Imagine:

golden waffle of deliciousness

+

mashed potatoes

+

turkey from the bird

+

gravy laces

+ (optional)

maple syrup drizzles

I give to you a new All-American Delicacy: the turkey waffle

Just pay the dangol’ coffee plantations what they deserve! It is none of your concern what those people do with their money, and the USA politicians are in the most inappropriate of all positions to be any judge of moral character. There needs to be no attempt to cheat poor nations by paying them nothing at all compared to what rich nations value their goods for. It’s monstrous. I won’t get into how much I hate the economics of greed and the antiethical business practices of evil people.

Somebody else take this whip of stinging scorpion barbs and beat the hell out of American businesses with it. Thank you.

As much as I enjoy writing, I do not enjoy having to write the words of destruction that undo Western Civilization because of their brazen evil and lawlessness. I would much rather be writing fun and enjoyable stories that are fiction, not the grim, bloody truth of an evil world seen clearly as what it is, since it no longer takes any pains to hide, not that people like me were ever in doubt of the truth.

So, hopefully I am not provoked further, and can fantasize for the rest of the day about making that oh so sweet, superblasting, cataclysmic, appocalific extra ecstatic love to my honey yummy true love of the most desired dreams of my heart, and you know who you are.

That and playing video games.

Do not provoke me to beat you further with words of righteous fury.

One last thing: consider that vile, hateful bitch, Anus of Oscar’s so called Cocktext otherwise known as AOC. She appears maidenly, yes? Yet her soul, oh dear Lord her soul is hideous, evil, vile, monstrous, cruel, vicious, violent, without compassion, without honor, without integrity, without worth, without any substance of value. She is one of the most proud and shameless advocates of human mutilation, enslavement, and the destruction of all life in the USA by doing so. She may as well be a Muslim drone controlled by the Ali-Garbage Sand Jew of the Middle East as a terrorist spy.

Do not be fooled by a person’s looks. Particularly those wretched, evil maidens, who are not maidens, but truly the reviled insect demons unfit for open sight due to how hated and hideous they are that provokes immediate destruction as an instinctual good. That is what hides under her skin, and her skin is what keeps it from being seen. Perhaps you should remove her skin and see what is underneath to prove how evil, unethical, and stupid that bitch is with no respect for the responsibility she was trusted with by election.

DO NOT BE FOOLED BY THE WRETCHED, UGLY MAIDENS ON THE INSIDE!!! I’m serious. I see them immediately for what they are, and I never go near them and rebuke them if they try to come close. Always be looking for beauty which is unseen, and skeptically wary of where it is not. That beauty is everywhere and in all things by default. When it is absent that means there is the gravity of evil through human sin draining it all away like a hole in reality swallowing happiness, love, and all that is good of creation. That gravity of sin gives nothing creative or good of itself having destroyed that which was there by its own election to be evil.

Toothcunts those women may be called. They eat the life that goes in them and are too uncharitable and selfish to produce any life themselves.

If anyone else would like to create the artistic image of the monstrous likeness of a Toothcunt as they inhabit spiritual reality, please do so.

Do not talk to me

You want to poll me for information!? How fucking dare you!?

You will not acknowledge me as a human being and yet you want to take all my information, profit off my data illegally, and consume every single statistic about life as though I did exist.

What good is all that data for you if the person it is for does not have a human life with human rights? Your data is corrupted. Your conclusions are false. You’ve eaten the flesh of a human corpse strangled, thick with blood like clay, because I am a creature of the earth long dead from suffocating oppression with no air to breathe. There is not a person named Nick Bylotas who is left alive.

Where then is he?

Why is he hard to find?

Where are all the details about his life that used to be there?

What happened to that person I worked with? Served with? Played ball with? Lived with?

What happened to that student whom I will never forget?

Where is my friend?

Was he ever real?

Do not talk to me unless you know who the fuck you are addressing, because I am not Nick Bylotas the man. I am what is left when a man does not exist.

You fools think circumcision would be different where I of that accursed ilk? I would be different, I would have corpses in my closet as souveneirs from kills I claimed at random. That is the kind of man I possess when I have no restraint from evil because it was removed at infancy to cultivate cheating, lawlessness, cruelty, faithlessness, and dishonor. Do not wish for such things, or you will get them, and serial killers of the worst kind will proliferate and no person will be safe.

Oh I am worse with restraint. Infinitely worse, but you would rather have me worse, than evil, because at least now my wrath is channeled toward that which is good. When I indulge insatiably for death, blood, and destruction, I do so at the expense of the wicked, the cruel, and the lawless. Thank God for the time of evil that passed, or there would be nothing for me to excercise judgement upon except the good, and you and I know there is not a single good person. Not one anywhere.

You know damn well who I am, and it is why you are so afraid. Because I am infinitely merciful and wise, I will start my judgment with the most wicked human filth, and you’d better pray to all that is holy in your soul that this vessel dies before I reach you, because I will find something you are hiding, rip it out of your deepest darkness by force, and condemn you if I merely look in your direction.

Do you think I will care when I tear out that thing that is woven inseparably into your life with years and years of sin? Maybe, maybe not, and you will never know, because I won’t blink an eye, shed a tear, or grimace as the bleeding thing shrieks and thrashes with bits of you still clinging in its grip. I won’t wait, I won’t ask for your permission, I won’t give you anasthesia. I will hunt you down wherever you go, plunge my hand into your heart, and take out what you should not have within you. Those who live, will live. Those who die will die, and good riddance.


the false lover

You people did not actually believe I was ever going to love one of the women on your evil team, did you?

Your team of lawless criminals chosen for the single common factor of all of them being willing to do evil will never be welcome in my presence, nor anyone who makes such a foolish decision. You people have been needlessly and knowingly been making my life a nightmare with endless torture and assault and I will never trust you, which is why you will not be allowed in my presence whether I forgive you or not. Besides, my heart will not love a human being who would participate in such a vile plot, nor would I ever try to force her.

If once I did love her, I never will again, because no lover of mine could endure such evil and survive without first dying by suicide. That wouldn’t be necessary because she’s clever and intelligent enough to break free on her own. You idiots are not difficult to outsmart, and what you are trying to accomplish is too difficult even for the most genius of good hearted people. It is too easy to undermine and defeat your evil schemes to consider the possibility of your success a reality.

The fact that you evil government leeches are even attempting to do what you are is undisputable proof of two things: one, your sheer imbecilic incompetence and inability to understand simple concepts or critically think to solve basic problems; and two, your abhorrent arrogance and revolting vanity that blinds, deafens, and otherwise shuts out all of your senses from being able to learn anything that could help you out of your malignant, self-imposed condition.

I wish there was something I could have done to help you, but from such matters of apathetic and evil self-destruction, one can only save themselves, and you refuse to do so. Now it is too late.

Do you know what happens on the fourth down when your quarterback breaks a tackle and rushes miraculously for 99 yards to the endzone in overtime, but one of the offensive lineman was found holding? The touchdown is negated and the other team takes possession of the ball with .5 yards to the endzone for their touchdown.

You scheming evil traitors won nothing, and I called the play that made it that half a yard to get the touchdown for the good team and win. That happened and was recorded in official history during that time you were all throwing a celebration party and not paying attention to what was happening on the field. The world turns with or without your faith, beliefs, or permission.

You can call me Coach, and I don’t give a flying fuck what people are going to think about you, how much money you lost with illegal betting, or what plans you had riding on that game. That ring is not yours, that trophy is not yours, and the title of Superbowl champions of all time belongs to my team. Those men and women surrounding you with badges and guns are going to make sure that happens because they are not your slaves. They are free citizens of the USA, and they have a responsibility to fulfill if anybody is going to continue being one.

To my truest love

I dreamt of you last night; of you and your band.

We were at the same party for different reasons and you wrote your phone number on my face with an ink pen when I asked you on a date. It took a minute because you used large numbers, but every single stroke of that pen was pure pleasure as you colored in each digit. Even more amazing was that you did so in such a way that it would reflect back to me in a mirror and be legible when I saw one in the morning.

We did not otherwise touch, but you did tell me where you were going with your band the next morning, which was “The Hill” in the southern New Mexico desert, and a place that I was surprised to learn existed even though I was very familiar with the area.

After that we didn’t see each other again, but there was never anything else on my mind than seeing you when we next meet.

When I awoke… oh sweet honey yum yum on my tongue was this morning fine! To receive your phone number and know you wanted me to call… an ever-angsty iron pony desperado like me was higher than heaven. Perhaps I am so cliche it is as though the frame were shaped from my very real form, but that won’t change my scorching heart, so superhot in love most true it turns the world to ash while dying as the first call rings. If you do not answer or call back… there will be nothing left of this world, and there is nothing I can do to save it.

I’m glad you made it out before the compound was surrounded by the rival gang, but do not worry about me. I will see the matter resolved and be on my way without wasting any time. Neither side knows me like the other, and when I pass through the gate between their deadly forces, all will be reconciled and the common enemy will be known. I don’t have time for such things as factions and parties. Not when you have yet to claim what only I can give, and give I shall, forever even after time.

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Additional context: the gang boss of the compound where we met does not know me personally. We have never met nor had an occasion to, but that changes because of this. I am making my way to leave, there is a hold up, I go to find out what happens, make it to the boss and say: “I can take care of the exchange for you. Just tell them I will be the one making the delivery of the package at the gate. Use my name.”

The gang boss is skeptical, because he has never met me before though maybe my name rings a bell in some distant conversation as an unimportant detail, but he’s tried everything else to communicate that all out war is not necessary and it isn’t a trap. He’s a reasonable person, like most gang bosses, and gives it a shot.

There is a silence on the other end of the radio that is unusually long, if nearly imperceptible.

Then comes the response. “He’s with you?”

“That’s right.”

“I have to see this for myself. Go ahead and send him, and if everything is in order, we’ll stand down.”

The other gang boss I do know personally, the gang not so much. In any case, the exchange goes smoothly, everything is in order according to the word that was given, and the treachery that caused the confusion is revealed.

I then go on my way, with or without the companions I arrived with and am not involved in their affairs more than that and wasn’t to begin with.

I’m not supposed to know what was in the package, and do not reveal that I do because of how I learned, however, for the sake of readers and the joy of their irony, I will tell you now. It is a special cake. Not drug infused, a totally harmless and generally ordinary cake. It’s just one made by a VIP pâtissier with a secret recipe and difficult to acquire ingredients. All those specific details I’m not aware of, but I got the gist of the situation while learning what was going on, and saw the cake myself. It was immaculate, and I would have known if something was wrong. I have a very keen sense for those kinds of things.

You could put a single evil pea underneath 13 divine comfort mattresses and send me to sleep, and I would know it was there and have it removed because I wouldn’t be able to sleep with how bothersome and uncomfortable it makes the bed.

Things like that should have absolutely no evil included. Not a single bit and there should be people making sure it stays out and thoroughly checking to make sure it isn’t getting in as part of their normal duties. If there is something evil there that is found, then everything needs to be stopped and the leaders made aware because it is an indication of a far greater evil being present than the people concerned realize. For everyone’s sake, and I mean everyone, there needs to be an investigation to track down where it is and eliminate it.

If they have reason to believe it is there, such as that kind of tiny imperceptible evil being present and seemingly innocuous, then it will not be difficult to find and is actually quite powerless and easy to deal with like that. That type of extremely dangerous evil is not welcome anywhere, and it cannot be allowed to defile such things or there will be much more catastrophic consequences that result down the line. If it gets to that point, it will be extremely powerful and difficult to remove and not without great cost and tragic losses. Those costs and losses are exactly its goal, not what it will claim they are for, with the “necessary” sacrifices continually increasing.

There may be a person in its control who will be fooled into thinking they are invaluable to everyone in whatever systematic role they have slithered their way into. They will have convinced others to think so too. The truth is, they are totally replacable with someone good, if not entirely unnecessary, useless, and unhelpful. The president, senators, and supreme court justices, for example. They want to believe they are important people, which is how they think they can justify their corruption, but they can be switched out for others and America won’t skip a beat doing so.

Seriously. Just arrest the supreme court justices for abuse of power and corruption and send them to jail. There will be a void, nobody will care because it won’t affect anything, and then there will be great excitement while people find out who will be suitable as a replacement with the most rigorous standards of integrity being maintained. No political corruption tolerated at all due to how infuriated people will be at being betrayed by such ungrateful traitors.

If there is no systematic policy to define the proceedings, all the better. It is the existence of systematic policy that allows such extremely dangerous evil to become so threatening. It knows systems perfectly, but it does not know higher concepts of humanity like integrity and justice, and those concepts are the source for which systems are inspired. Those higher concepts are only knowable in indefinable ways that can prove evil false without a doubt and at the same time reasonably identify that which is good. That which is good is also an indefinable mystery that cannot be properly expressed. That unknowable yet knowable nature is what safeguards it eternally from evil, and why it can only be “reasonably identified”.

Evil is usually very simple to identify and is always simple to identify when its illusions are dispelled. It is provable with words, laws, and facts, and why courts of law are reliable for resolving disputes, dispensing justice, and maintaining order. Evil will trick people with this logic: chaos is divine and perfect, therefore it is necessary to trust the authority of its person at the highest level in the world even though their judgment is chaotic, irrational, and does not make sense. Poppycock. That is half true, with the half-truth only being applicable in entertainment as you guessed it: a clown.

That is why people like me get so offended at such evil in our government. I may be a true ruler and authority with a kingship and empire of my own, but it is not of this world. In this world, I enjoy the art of being a clown myself. An entertainer, that is to say. I am other things as well, but that is my main thing. When the evil clown becomes a president or dictator and is fooling everyone with illusions, lies, and the sacred goodness of fiction that is supposed to be used and trusted only with the highest good of storytelling, they undermine all of civilization and humanity and bring about ultimate destruction, collapse of civilization, extinction, and planetary inhabitability.

They defile that which is most sacred and vitally integral to all higher concepts of reality. That people fall for it is an offense and insult because they show themselves to be of such stupidity, poor taste, and savage nature as to not know the difference between actual piss and red wine or why it is important when it is bottled and sold. The most evil and good beings who abide in peace both enjoy that red wine, and when they pop the cork and discover piss, there is going to be Hell to pay.

Propaganda is henceforth and hereby known as a mortal sin. Do not even think about dabbling in it.

As the prophet and founder of the Way of the Story, I hereby claim and establish formal religious authority over all forms of media. Entertainment is my Church. Do not bring my Church into your wretched State, filthy, defiled, and rotten to the core with dishonorable corruption that it is. Clowning, wise foolishness, and entertaining is a noble pastime, and the most treasured talent. You will not get another chance ever again, and those who committed the sin will be punished with such extreme severity as to shock and horrify all generations to come.

Search through the archives and historical records and identify with precision and accuracy the point and place in time when the word “clown” became a word of derision. There you will find the source of the disease to be eradicated.

You people do not yet understand the extent of loss that has already occurred but not yet accounted for…

The moment people start fighting, killing, and warring over what is evil, is the moment that evil has won the day. That is why what should be bright with morning sunlight remains shrouded in darkness, ignorance, and excuses. Evil has dominion over the day, but it will not have that dominion for long, because light itself banishes all darkness, no matter how dense it is. Even astronomical black holes are destroyed when light makes it to the other side.

Is V the villain in V for Vendetta?

He’s not. The villain is the evil government which abuses its power in an attempt to control the citizens like material objects they possess and no regard for individual freedom, identity, or humanity. It’s not like an individual bad guy like the Green Goblin, but more like a state of corrupt bureaucracy that spawned from public apathy which made no attempt to prevent it from seizing control of them.

Why they are so apathetic is likely to do with circumcision because by tolerating that, people have become apathetic to just about every other form of evil that goes on around them and make no efforts to be good. So, circumcision is another villain in the comic, but less directly involved through inference, whereas the result of circumcision on society is the obvious villain.

V is the hero and protagonist who stands against it and fights them. He inspires people to shake off their apathy and take a stand against the government. A government has as much power as people believe it has, so when people start losing faith in their government, the government starts to fail and loses its power. That’s why V’s strategy is effective. He educated himself and learned the nature of power which the government foolishly thinks is in the barrel of a gun or the edge of sword. Therefore, in order to defeat such a monstrously violent villain, V needs not a gun, nor a sword, but simply a person willing to learn and some honest education.

Have you ever heard that theory about the 100th monkey? Ideas are like that. As soon as they start catching on in numbers, they start spontaneously popping up all over the place and across vast distances.

The USA government is suffering their collapse at this moment. People are losing faith in them at a rapidly increasing rate and their center of power is shrinking. Eventually they will have nothing left but the handful of human wills operating the government for their personal, selfish, and perverse interests. They won’t be able to tell their minions to kill for them, because people won’t accept their authority anymore having shaken off their apathy.

They will then realize that those villainous individuals are actually unlawful according to what is written and respected and will throw them in prison with their own method of abusing people, only that it will be used righteously as intended, and not evilly. Then the procedural restructuring of government can commence and prevent it from ever getting out of control again by installing additional safeguards.

At that point, government itself is nothing and has no mind of its own. It’s basically just a pile of papers. The technique of applying one’s justification in a nonbodily entity as their source of authority for committing any crime they please, is the basic technique of the Jews using monotheism. It’s totally inappropriate to do with a government because a government has no sacred claim at all. That’s how that non-bodily entity seems to take on a life of its own, which it doesn’t have. It’s just a gang of hooligans shoving each other around with peer pressure and blaming it on the non-bodily entity they are controlling.

Why I hate Batman

No. I think what harms society is seeing characters like the Joker as a villain and only a villain and not seeing the good virtues of his character. The joker may be a “villain” but he is the only one who makes any god damn sense. He’s justified for being a “villain” and inspires infinitely more hope than Batman.

People like Batman are the real villains in society and those motherfuckers need to be euthanized before they do anymore harm. People like Bruce Wayne have an evil and arrogant sense of false superiority drawn from their obscene, undeserved riches which serve no societal good at all.

Batman is a morally corrupt loser who only encourages lawlessness with all his “brilliance” and “intelligence” and is embarrassingly impotent. I have never liked Batman, and now that I am an adult, I understand why I don’t like him. He’s a fraud, an imposter, and the problem with Gotham City, not any sort of solution. He should be done away with or actually do something decent for a change.

Consider someone like Elon Musk, who seems to have some similar attributes as Bruce Wayne by being obscenely rich and considered intelligent. Elon Musk is impotent and retarded because all he uses all those riches and intelligence for is to sustain the corrupt society that is fucking everything up. He does nothing. No good at all. He is just as worthless of a human being as Traitor Trump, and the world would be a better place without him oppressing everyone.

If that sorry excuse for a human being had any decency, integrity, or common sense, he would be fighting tooth and nail to put a stop to the USA, end its corruption, and restore it to the principles of its founding. Not ignoring the problem and letting the tyrants and bomb wielding morons continue to drive it deeper and deeper into lawlessness and evil.

That vile piece of arrogant, self-serving shit is putting everyone on earth’s lives in danger with his apathy and ignorance while he lounges on immense amounts of worldly power that may actually help people if someone with a brain was able to use them. Instead, (his very name is repugnant to me) deprives people more and more with his lack of effort and cowardice. He is a disgrace to all humanity.

I despise Musk nearly as much as I do Traitor Trump, because he personally assaulted me with his immense worldly power in an attempt to silence and oppress me. I want to see him reduced to ashes and everything taken away from him as well. He didn’t violate an oath to the citizens, but he violated the spirit of the USA by attempting to silence me with his perverse corruption.

Those faithless morons, both of them, Musk and Trump, personally attacked me with their wallets. They assumed I was powerless because I am poor, socially ostracized, and handicapped, but I am far from powerless. When my wrath and vengeance is complete, no one should ever make such an evil mistake again because I will not have mercy on those two. I will exact the full extent of retribution that justice will tolerate, even if it means their citizenship is revoked and they are left to beg on the street in a shanty town or hanged by the neck until dead.

The Lawless One

This is a chapter from an unpublished manuscript called Rareville Blues. I hope this answers some of the unexplainable questions that people have.


Chapter Ten:  The Lawless One

              The next morning Bartholomew gave them permission to use the emeritas to purchase anything they wished from the venders in the area.  Thankful that their clothes were cleaned by the inn staff over the night, and grateful for the sleeping garments provided, they set out to enjoy the warm morning together in somewhat damaged, but at least clean, school uniforms.  The Pit of Final Despair was something of a tourist attraction for the denizens of Hell, and there were a number of residences built in the area housing those who had chosen to make their dwelling in the secluded place.

              The view was breathtaking atop the floating mountain, and a cool, blue waterfall filled a clear pool that flowed into a stream.  The water coursed through the center of the villa underneath a short, arched stone bridge, which they stopped to admire the view from.  There were trees with birds sporting long colorful tail feathers chirping above the patter of water.

              A couple was sitting on a bench talking pleasantly, both of them resembling humans but with sets of ram’s horns coming out of their heads.  They wore fine clothes and looked affluent and well-to-do as far as Hell denizens go.

              The group of teens had the morning and early afternoon to do what they wished, and so they walked around the town exploring and admiring the scenery.  Eventually they came to a cottage with a wooden sign bearing a pair of scissors and thread on it, and they entered.  Inside were several mannequins in male and female pairs, modeling fine garments that looked suitable for a royal court.

              A short, gnomish fellow with glasses and a pointed nose greeted them with a smile when they entered.

“Welcome to my humble shop,” the white-haired shopkeeper said.  He was not more than four feet tall and was wearing a blue vest with a white silk shirt underneath it, blue pants, and polished brown boots with elegant dark brogue.  A gold watch chain looped from a vest pocket and he extended his hands magnanimously.  “I am Friedinger Willoughby Esquire the Third, master tailor.  How may I be of service?”

“We are looking to get some new clothes,” Odys explained.

“Then you have come to the right place!  I have an extraordinary selection of the finest materials for both men and women, as well as for all shapes, sizes, and types.  There is not a better hand that can stitch a garment to size and clothe a body in more magnificent apparel.  Please look at the selection of outfits presented on my stoic models if you are looking for something more immediate, otherwise custom designs will take a couple days.”

“These are nice!”  Skye appraised enthusiastically.

“Seriously,” Cindy added.  “Bartholomew is really going all out for us.  I imagine this stuff isn’t cheap.”

“He seems like he can afford it,” Rachel said, looking at a set of red and black clothes with tall leather boots.  “I think this will match my gauntlets.  It looks pretty versatile too, like I could do a round house kick in it without much trouble.”

“A fine observation,” Friedinger said.  “You are looking at the Brave Scout line, a favorite among travelers for its durability.”  He rolled the ‘r’ at the end.  “You can get it in several colors:  red, blue, and gold.”

“Okay, I’ll take the red,” Rachel said with certainty.

“A woman who knows what she wants!  Right this way my dear, I shall take your measurements and bring you your new clothes.  Grezkella!” he called sharply up the stairs to the second level.  “Will you please come and attend to our guests?  We have a busy morning on our hands!”

There was some grumbling from upstairs, but shortly after he called, a gnomish woman with a green dress and large clouds of curly gray hair tied on the sides of her head walked down with a smile.  “Who’s next?”  She said, attending then to Skye, who had taken interest in the blue outfit from the Debonair Scholar line.

Odys chose the gray and black coat with matching shirt and pants, and Cindy a purple and black outfit with gloves that laced up her forearms.  The tailors had incredible skill and efficiency, and they had the four teenagers garbed and back on their way before the end of the morning.  Odys paid with the emeritas and they carried their school uniforms back to their hotel rooms in paper bags.

Bartholomew went on his own to make arrangements to have Valkorina moved to the Via Austium, as well as to replace his sword.  He assured them he would meet with them later that afternoon and so the teenagers went back out into the villa, feeling buoyant and energetic in their sharp looking clothes and recent victory.

The afternoon passed quickly and without incident for them, and they ended it with a bottle of wine they were sharing on the veranda of the Bickering Boggart.  A chance to drink underage was not something they were going to pass up, not when it had been such a fun experience the other night.  The effects of the alcohol were making them giddy when Bartholomew walked up and joined them.  The waiter brought him a goblet and he filled it with the red liquid.

“You made some fine selections, I see,” he said, setting his goblet down after a drink.  “Master Friedinger is an exceptional clothier.”

“Thank you for paying for us,” Rachel said.

Bartholomew waved his hand.  “You are welcome.  Fortunately for me I have the reserves of the royal treasury at my service and the discretion to spend it how I will.  These are necessary investments for the Infernal Court.”

“Which one of your jobs is for the royal court?”  Cindy asked.

“Count of the Vine Blades,” he said.  “The Vine Blades are a particular sect of royal guard that protect the lineage of the Infernal Court’s members.  The progeny of Lucifer is referred to as ‘fruit of the vine’ in Hell, and though Lucifer no longer rules on the throne himself, his descendants have been doing so for generations.”

“So how is buying us new clothes an investment?” Skye asked.

“Considerate appropriations,” he replied.

“Huh?” Skye replied, not understanding.

“I’m investing in your futures, and frankly I did not want to see you going about looking like school children of earth.  Not when you are in my company at least.  You are Existent Bonded now, each of you wielding one of the relics of the multiverse – the tools that changed the course of survival for an entire universe at one point or another.”

“What’s going to happen to the other Artifacts?  There were four left,”  Cindy asked.

“They will await the ones to claim them.”

“What if no one comes?”

“Then they won’t be used.”

“So, do we have, like, special powers now or something?”  Skye asked.

“If you didn’t realize that already, I don’t know what to tell you,” Bartholomew replied.  “It is nearly time for the Act of Final Despair.  Are you ready to enter the Pit?”

“I’m ready,” Odys replied, and the others added their agreement.

“Then let’s make our way to it.”

The Pit of Final Despair was inside a glass domed building on the far end of the villa.  They had passed by it several times during their meandering earlier in the day, but it had been closed.  Now when they approached, the great double doors were open, and they entered freely along with the other visitors who had come to watch.  Inside was a stadium arena with stone steps that served as seating in descending circles around where the central pit was.  The pit was a wide, dark void that did not seem to have an end.

Spectators cheerfully filed in and took seats on the stone steps along with Bartholomew and his companions.

“So how is this going to get us to Golden Pentacles in order to free Susannah’s soul?”  Odys asked, skeptical of the situation.

“After the Lawless One dances, the Via Austium will open,” Bartholomew replied.

“Dances?” Rachel said with surprise.

Bartholomew nodded.

“You took us to see a dance?” Skye complained.

“Watch your tone,” Bartholomew admonished.  His voice had icy severity, and Skye blanched.  “This is suffering beyond your comprehension.  It is the greatest pain that Hell can inflict on a human soul.  It is sacred.  Do not mock it.”

Skye nodded.

“So, what exactly is the Via Austium,” Rachel asked, trying to change the subject.

“A gateway between worlds.  A soul can go to any realm in existence from it.  Any realm’s Hell at least.  There is a junction to the Hell capital in the Earthverse, which is the realm we are currently in, and where the Lawless One is imprisoned.”

“What sin did the Lawless One commit to deserve the greatest pain Hell can inflict?”  Rachel asked, curious.

“Child,” Bartholomew said, “there have been scholars that have dedicated their entire afterlife to explaining that, and we are still no closer to having a simple explanation than we were ten thousand years ago.  The crime is unspeakable by nature, much like the name of God is unspeakable by nature.”

“I feel kind of bad having to watch him,” Odys said.  “I mean, us being here is part of the torture, isn’t it?  I don’t want to torture anybody.”

Bartholomew laughed heartily.  “This is Hell, child.  You will get used to it the longer you stay.  Torture is a part of life here.”

The lights went off in the arena and a soft orange glow appeared from the central pit, dimly lighting the space.  The light brightened as a circular platform raised out of the pit, leaving several feet of empty space around it.  It hovered just above the bottom ledge in the center of the pit where everyone could look upon it.  The platform was about twenty feet in diameter and made of smooth gray metal.

The sound of a mechanism being operated clanked through the space above them and another, smaller platform only a few feet in diameter lowered from the ceiling with a giant, white tooth standing on its bloody roots upon it.  It was about the size of a small child, was wearing four pairs of sunglasses, one on each of its four faces, and was grinning with four mouths in each direction.

“Welcome,” the denticle said with all mouths at once, producing four synchronized voices, “to the Pit of Final Despair!”

Loud fanfare erupted and confetti shot out of the edges of the arena.

“Denizens of Hell, I give to you, The Lawless One,” its voice dropped deep and guttural as it said the name.

Another mechanism opened in the ceiling overhead and a shape fell.  A body hit hard against the metal platform and crumpled into a heap.  His hands were bound behind the back and cloth sack was covering his head.  After a long moment he twitched and slowly got up, pressing himself onto his feet with his shoulder.  The bound man stood there, chains crisscrossed over his chest and shifted uncomfortably.

“Lenfroe, if you will please,” the denticle said.

A seven-foot-tall giant man with overalls and clown paint on his face leapt onto the stage from the crowd, causing it to shake uneasily.  The Lawless One almost lost his balance.  Lenfroe, the clown, walked over to the man and pulled the burlap sack off of the Lawless One’s head.

Underneath was an unshaven man with long, dark hair.  He was smoking a cigarette and took a long drag.

The assistant clown undid the lock on the chains behind the man’s back and they fell to the ground around him.  The Lawless One brought his wrists around, rubbed them, and then removed the cigarette from his mouth, exhaling.  He stepped out of the chains and took another drag.

Lenfroe punched his open palm in front of his chest and bowed.  The Lawless One looked away and exhaled.  Then, the burly clown grabbed the chains and leapt from the stage, tossing them into the pit below.

“Remarkable,” the denticle said, unamused.  “Our special guest tonight is appearing for the first time in the Pit of Final despair.  Everyone please welcome…  America Man!”

Fireworks went off around the stage and a man in superhero tights leapt gracefully onto the stage from a full sprint at the top row, rolled once and sprang upward onto one foot with one arm extended at a downward angle from his side and the other saluting.  His other leg was curling back behind him.  His tights were blue, he had a red belt around his waist, and a white star upon his chest and back.

“I said my name is the The American Sensation!”  He shouted.

“Shut up and dance America Man,” the denticle replied.

The noise in the arena settled down and it became dead quiet.  In the silence, the man danced.  It was impressive and unlike anything Odys and the others had seen before, but it was somewhat embarrassing to watch, and awkward.  When it was over, Odys was relieved.

“Hmph,” the Lawless One said, seeming impressed by the display.  “Your good, but not good enough.”
              Then, the Lawless One danced.  This dance was not embarrassing or awkward in anyway.  It was beautiful, heartbreaking, and compelling.  The crowd was on the edge of their seats and on the verge of tears when The Lawless One suddenly stopped, mid pirouette, cigarette in mouth.

“Somethings wrong,” the Lawless One said, lowering his leg, removing his cigarette and flicking it aside.  “The veil is destroyed.”

There were murmurs in the crowd.

Recognition lit on the Lawless One’s face and he grinned.  “See ya.”  Without warning or sign, he disappeared before their eyes and was gone.

The crowd gasped.

“What happened, is that normal?”  Rachel asked, grabbing at Bartholomew’s arm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a slight problem,” the voice of the denticle said from overhead.  “It appears the Lawless One has escaped.  This is unprecedented.”

“Does that mean I won?”  America Man asked from the stage.

“The show is cancelled until further notice,” the denticle announced, ignoring the competitor.  “Thank you everyone for coming.  The Via Austium will be out shortly.”

“Ha ha!”  America Man exclaimed. “I w—"

There was a clanking of gears and the platform in the center of the arena lurched, and then fell, carrying the tights wearing dancer screaming into the pit.

They listened until his screams couldn’t be heard.

“Glad that’s over,” Skye said.  “People travel the multiverse to watch this crap?  That was awful.”
              “Yeah,” Bartholomew said.  “I always feel kinda sick after I see it.  I’m not sure what they are going to do without the Lawless One though.  He was really the main attraction.”

“Shouldn’t someone go after him?”  Cindy asked.

Bartholomew shrugged.  “Probably.  We’ve got our own problems to deal with right now.  Besides, the Via Austium is opening.”

At the center of the pit a light flashed into existence and an orb of golden plasma started expanding into the space.  It expanded until it was as large as the platform that was there only moments before.

“Let’s go!”  Bartholomew said and then, without warning, bounded down the stone steps and leapt into the sphere, where he vanished.

“God damnit,” Skye exclaimed running his hands through his hair.  “Are you kidding me!?”

“Looks like we don’t have a choice,” Odys said.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Cindy sighed and then leapt after Bartholomew into the light.

“Ugh,” Rachel grunted as she rolled her eyes.  She then leapt into the light after Cindy.

“Don’t take too long to decide, you two,” Tiffany said before jumping into the light nimbly with her cat’s body.

“Let’s go before it vanishes,” Odys told Skye, who nodded in agreement.  They ran to the edge of the step and leapt into the golden sphere.