Fiction Bullshit

It's time the truth be told. Zombies suck. Vampires suck. Robots suck. Ninja suck. Pirates suck. You're not cool if you think any of this stuff rules. Zombies and vampires suck because they don't exist. Metaphorically speaking, sure they do, but that's irrelevant.



Robots suck because they are machines - slaves to humanity.
They can't do shit unless they are programmed to.



Ninja suck because they are obsolete - the guy with the finger on the trigger is not afraid of your skills in martial arts. The Japan Self-Defense Forces consist of the following military units: armies, maritime districts, and air defense forces. I don't see Ninja in the list. Check out the weapons of JSDF. Do you see swords? Do you see shuriken? Shobo? Suntetsu?



Pirates suck because in reality they're nothing more than criminals. And I'm pretty much sure most of them speak and dress normally - sorry to ruin your homosexual fantasies. Parrots and hooks? Seriously, get a life.



You don't have to worship idealized versions of stuff that sucks in order to gain new friends on the internet. Unless you want to befriend losers. And don't even start with with that Batman-Superman bullshit. I don't care which fictional character you find best, because I can always have him beat by my imaginary legendary hero. All I need to say is that my character is just like yours, except he's immortal, invisible, nothing can take away his super powers, and he controls all matter.



I hate geeks and their stupid bullshit. It's not that it's their fault, but talking passionately about fictional issues just pisses me off. I can't help but feel contempt for them. I don't fucking care if Microsoft is an "evil" company. I'm still gonna buy an Xbox360 because it's a cheap platform, and the game coverage is decent. Also, I can hack the console, download games from the internet, burn them on DVD's, and play them for free. I bet you can't do that on your PlayStation 3, smug motherfucker. Enjoy your exclusive shitty games. You're a supporter of a fictional cause that has no realistic basis. I'm tired of bullshit.

Merry Fucking Christmas

Saying "Fucking" between "Merry" and "Christmas" doesn't make you less gay. That's like fucking a dude and pretending he's a chick. You either say "Marry Christmas" and admit that you're gay, or you don't say anything. I can't believe that people who claim to be atheists still follow the tradition and take part in this mass hypnosis. I mean yeah, it's a good holiday, people get to spend more money and stimulate the economy. I'm alright with that, but keep Jesus out of it. It's Satan's party, he's the one fucking shit up. Satan Lucas and his demons, working hard in the Temptation Workshop. Parents annually lend their children's souls in return for Satan's presents - weapons of mass psychological control. OBEY, be a "good" child! Satan's watching. You don't get a present if you misbehave. Satan SEES. Parents are happy with a soulless infant who blindly follows their commands, without ever questioning them, and that's why we don't see any rebels.

Fuck holidays, man... My present to you wouldn't really do much if I've been continuously working on your indoctrination and decay. It's all hypocrisy. You only call me on my Birthday, and I'm supposed to thank you for your kind wishes. Kind wishes mean nothing, plus, I didn't ask for your annoyance. A great tip from my brother: here's a thing you can do with every Greeting Card that you receive - scratch Sender's name and write yours instead, then send it back to them. If you received an e-card, go to the website where the link came from, choose the same card, copy-paste Sender's text, then put your name and email under it.

Holidays are the perfect time for nuisances to show up and ruin your good mood. They don't care about you, but they are afraid about their social status. Everything has to be perfect within the family around the holidays. You have to show how much you care, you have to show what a good and generous person you are. It doesn't really matter if you are any of these things. And I know most of you reading this would agree with me, and I know you're thinking this is old stuff and we all know this is so, but then the next time we meet you're giving me the same holiday bullshit. I'm so tired of arguing about traditions that this entry probably turned out boring and lifeless. I'm sure other people have written about this, so I don't really bother trying to be original. You get my point, I hate fakes, and all holidays do is promote hypocrisy.

Product Placement

How come critics always use product placement as an argument against the quality of a movie? If I were producing an independent movie, I would overload it with as much covert advertising as I can. I would rely on smaller companies that have proven their worth, like Shasta Beverages, Sam's Choice, Frito-Lay, Jack Link's, ConAgra Foods, and many others. I'd get a whole bunch of them advertise in my awesome movie. Nobody has done smaller companies so far. It's great fun.

Nowadays, it's popular to purchase cheap unpopular products, especially if they are badly advertised and look like shit. There is some sentimental value in getting crap like that. It's also a bit extreme. You never know what's gonna make you beg to vomit before you kill yourself. I would plug these kinds of products for free, I don't care. People will have fun spotting them in the store after watching my film. It will be like finding Waldo. Some might even need to travel to California in order to enjoy the wonderful taste of the local beverages. Reminds me of White Castle: a fast food chain based on the illusion of scarcity. People travel hundreds of miles just to stuff themselves with a bunch of turds that taste good only because they're small-sized and rare. And if you ever watched "Faggot & Faggot Go to White Castle", and you happen to be a homosexual, you might get even more hyped about tasting a shit sandwich yourself. I fall victim to the pop culture, guilty as charged. What I say about others applies to me as well, in this case. Except I go for some faggotry other than White Castle. It's all for a good cause: Capitalism. Help small business develop, I am always glad to. And what better way to do that, than to advertise them in my super smash hit movies!

I'm really sleepy, last night I slept for 17 fucking hours. I feel like this blog entry is silly and it doesn't have a good point, nor do I have the experience with movies to really claim that product placement is a good thing for their independence. I guess I'm putting this out for the movie directors reading, because I'm curious if that really is the case. I know a lot of celebrities read my blog for a fact. Don't be shy about leaving me a comment, nobody would believe it was the real you anyway, you've got nothing to lose. Give it a shot, dummy!

Intellectual Property: Take 2

This is a follow-up to Intellectual Property.

I've come up with the following axioms:

1. LABOR + REQUEST + PROPERTY = MONEY
2. LABOR + REQUEST = MONEY
3. REQUEST + PROPERTY = MONEY
4. REQUEST = NO FINANCIAL VALUE
5. LABOR = NO FINANCIAL VALUE

Here is an example: It took 2 years for John to make a sculpture of his mother made out of shit. If the feces were in fact produced by John, the sculpture is in fact his property. If the turds were however collected from a public or a private toilet, he has no right to sell it! In the latter case, the shitters have the right to request their feces back. Let's say the fecal matter was his own, but nobody else finds value in it. That would inevitably lead to the fact that his labor would indeed have no financial value itself.

Here's another example: paintings. What's so expensive about paintings? Is it the image captured on the canvas, or is it actually the canvas itself, along with the frames and the paint? You'd be surprised, but the latter is the truth. Here is the proof: replicas of the same paintings are much cheaper. Why?? What's different about a copy? You've got the same image, the exact same idea, captured on the canvas. Nothing else is different, except for the materials and their age. It's the scarcity of the painting's materials that makes it so expensive. That, combined with its popularity, of course. The price has nothing to do with neither the idea nor the labor related to the painting. In fact, I'm quite sure that the copyist took much more time and effort to replicate the exact same authentic look.

What is the value of artistic ideas? Because of art's subjective nature, the price of the ideas should be determined individually, from every person who has been exposed to them. To me, ideas cost nothing, and I am in my right to pay nothing for them, because in subjectivity, opinion equals truth. The seller of ideas has no right to prevent me from paying. However, the author always has the right to keep their idea a secret and not share it with others. This would be especially useful for inventors. This is where patents get mistaken for a tool of justice. On the opposite, patents are totally unjust, because they are weapons of monopoly. Once an idea has been exposed, there should be no laws preventing it from foreign application. That would be immoral and derogatory to the free market. Imagine what would happen if Bill Gates weren't allowed to base Windows on the MAC OS template? Your operating system would probably suck much more than it does today, because with no competition comes no desire to improve things. Plus, you'd be gay, because everyone knows MAC's turn people gay.

No plagiarism means no anthropomorphic evolution. New ideas are modeled after old ideas. Creativity is the ability to deform templates, or combine 2 or more templates into one. Creativity is to take a few old ideas and re-arrange them in your own way into something new. The more you know, the greater the potential for you is to be creative. Plagiarism causes the evolution of intellectuality. Best example: the Bible, greatest book of all. It has been rewritten so many times by so many people before it reached its current form. And who's the author? God. Because we are all God. The ideas of humanity are one whole, which is constantly growing and developing by itself, like a cell in a constant state of mitosis.

Busy Having Fun

I've been thinking about excuses. Excuses for leaving conversations, not attending to meetings, not answering the phone, etc. I realized that I only conclude my excuse is legit when it's related to mandatory and not essentially pleasant tasks. Like fixing my car, studying for the exam, helping relatives, attending to funerals... it's never about playing videogames, surfing the internet, meditating, fucking the dog, writing my blog, updating my page, etc. It's basically never about fun activities. Why is it that I have this wrong impression that only shitty obligations can get me out of a shitty situation. Why is it that I can't just say "Your party totally sounds like fun, but I'm too busy staying at home today". Not to offend them, I guess. I would be rightfully stating my priorities, but that would expose the fact that I'd rather do nothing than be with them. Why rob them of the truth? Being around people like that and compromising my precious time just for the sake of reciprocity. Am I out of my mind to think like that? Life is short and time is everything I've got and the meaning of life is to spend it as joyfully as one can, hence everyone's first priority should be doing pleasant things, and NOT DOING FUCKING CHORES. You're damn right I'm busy. I was planning on jacking off and you just called. I'm not gonna bullshit you with lies, I really can't engage in this conversation right now because all I'm thinking about is why the hell did I pick up the phone and why am I still holding my dick when you're on the phone and you're a guy.

See, one should take their priorities more seriously. The REAL priorities: fucking shit up, having a blast. I'm taking fun seriously this time. It's my life, it's my time, nobody can give me shit about it. Ever get in a discussion that started out great but it just kept dragging and you've got this awkward STUPID smile on your face and you're like CHAINED to the conversation and you just CAN'T leave it. It just keeps going on and on, and you're enjoying the company but at the same time you realize that nothing of importance is being said and time is just being wasted. And you wanna do other stuff like watching a movie or playing tennis. But the discussion is serious! It's about work! Can you really be productive with that petty smile, being stuck in the corner? It's a given you're gonna get ripped off. Another type of awkward conversations that's even worse is when you become afraid that the other person is going to leave!! They inform you that they have no time, they're in a HURRY! So you try to give them more attention because they're leaving anyway so maximum information can be exchanged. And then THEY JUST KEEP TALKING. And you can't ask them "Weren't you leaving"... it's rude! So you keep giving them what they want and you're once again in the corner. And it seems important but is it really, or is it just plain trivial crap?

This is so, YES IT IS. That's not so. I AGREE. I think this should be that. OF COURSE.

And then your whole day is gone. Why didn't I leave? Because I didn't have anything MANDATORY to do. It's my day off, every day, I've got no shit to do, I'm just fucking the dog. So that's why it's been awkward for me to exit any kind of friendly invitations, because I don't take my fun seriously. From now on I'll be completely honest and tell it like it is.

This smile, I'm not sure if anyone else experiences it. A nervous smile, muscles are strained, you can't really relax them. It occurs when you talk too much to a friend to the point where you have no idea what's going on and why you're still talking. It's ridiculous. Whenever I notice that smile on my face, I'll know that it's time to do something else. It's a desperate defense mechanism that covers up my anger and frustration which should be otherwise freely expressed, so that I exit the conversation and cause the other person to not call me for a while. But no, daddy's boy is here, he's afraid of punishment and condescension. Most people would probably empathize with my natural frustration but I mindread their reactions and fear from rejection arises that forbids me to express my true emotions. BLarerg. I think the realization that free time has its priorities and they are to be taken entirely seriously will somehow help me cope with this. Being busy having fun is more important than being busy doing chores, and that's what matters.

NLP in Practice

Learning how to put NLP into practice is easier than I ever thought. And for so many days, I was incredibly frustrated that I'll never learn how to use my skills in every day conversations. The formula that I'm about to give you here is incredibly simple and very powerful.

There are four levels of learning:

* Unawareness: You don't know about the skill yet.
* Conscious Incompetence: You've discovered a skill. This is the process where you learn the theory and model other people who have mastered the skill.
* Conscious Competence: You have learned how to replicate the skill, but it takes conscious effort to use it. You don't have enough experience to really relax and let it happen yet.
* Unconscious Competence: This is the final level where you can use the skill with no effort what so ever. The right patterns have been programmed into your brain and the skill has become an automatic behavior which you can turn on whenever you want to.

While your knowledge is probably at Level 3 right now, your self-awareness of the skills you've learned is probably at Level 1. What you need to realize is that every person is a master hypnotist at one time or another. You don't have to do anything. You don't have to try. It's already in you.

Recognition Strategy:
In simple terms, be aware of how much you already do in your life. The simple recognition of the skills you have randomly put into action is enough to encourage your brain to learn them.

Real Time Strategy:

1. Watch: Every time you're having a conversation with somebody, open a slot in your consciousness that's going to act as a spectator. Calibrate. You're gonna need a 5 seconds buffer.
2. Notice: Every time you get a change of state in the other person, notice your verbal and body language that preceded the change. Also, notice the changes in you. That's what you need the 5 seconds buffer for. You are now at level 2. You know you have unconsciously put a skill into action.
3. Recognize: You are going to recognize different patterns, that you've already learned in theory. The more often you recognize the patterns, the easier it will be for you to know how to replicate them. That would be level 3 for your self-awareness.
4. Reward: Every time you recognize you've unconsciously used an NLP technique, reward yourself with something. I usually say in my mind "Thank you, neurotransmitters! You did a great job". Rewards increase the speed of unconscious learning, because the wanted behavior becomes an anchor for them.

Memory Strategy:

1. Remember: Remember a situation where you handled something really great, became really close with a perfect stranger, convinced someone of something radical, etc. Anything that you vividly remember where you have influenced a person into changing their state.
2. Recognize: Recognize the skills you had used that you are now aware of. You'll be surprised at how good you've always been at NLP.
3. Reward: Give yourself a treat for being great.

Obama's Victory Speech

It has been discussed before that Obama uses hypnotic language patterns in his speeches to influence the masses. Just to name a few: Pacing and Leading, Causal Modeling, and ambiguity... Here I have tried to translate his victory speech so that it's more transparent to the average person. I have also added a few tips that point out where Obama is pacing with a "yes set" and then leading.

"If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer. [...] It's the answer spoken by [many different people]. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states. We are, and always will be, the United States of America. [...] It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America."

Translation: Voting for me sent a message to the World that you are not individuals. You are, and always will be, sheep. Now you will believe that change has come to America just because you voted for me.

"But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you. [...] This is your victory. And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me. You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead."

Translation: I don't want to hold responsibility over the presidency. This is your responsibility. Now you will believe that you voted for me because you understand that you must work hard.

"For even as we celebrate tonight [P], we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime - two wars [P], a planet in peril [P], the worst financial crisis in a century [P]. Even as we stand here tonight [P], we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq [P] and the mountains of Afghanistan [P] to risk their lives for us [L]."

Translation: I'm making sure you will still believe that murderers, whom we pay with your stolen money, risk their lives for you.

"There's new energy to harness [P], new jobs to be created [P], new schools to build [P], and threats to meet [P], alliances to repair [P]. The road ahead will be long [P]. Our climb will be steep [P]. We may not get there in one year or even in one term [L]. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there [L]. I promise you, we as a people will get there."

Translation: Don't expect anything from me in one term, but keep your belief anyway. Keep blindly following as the herd that you are.

"I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years - block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand."

Translation: Work hard for your nation!

"This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. [...] It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice. So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other."

Translation: Don't expect anything from me at all. Instead, start believing that your being a slave will bring whatever the fuck change you're hoping for. You're responsible for making my term successful, not me. Keep working hard and don't let your fellow sheep stay behind. Be a slave to your new religion. Stay committed.

"To those - to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope."

Translation: Never doubt the ideal of democracy. Never doubt your hope. Keep on living in a dream.

"That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow."

Translation: Be proud of your history and don't leave the dream. Just make sure you work on that change thing and pay your taxes.

"Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old. She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when [...] someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons - because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin. And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America - the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: YES WE CAN. At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. YES WE CAN. When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. YES WE CAN. When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. YES WE CAN. She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." YES WE CAN."

Translation: You, just like Ann Nixon Cooper, have been through a lot of shit lately. Be prepared for more, and believe that you can cope with shit much worse than that.

"And this year [P], in this election [P], she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote [P], because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours [P], she knows how America can change [L]. YES WE CAN."

Translation: You don't know why, but now you know that America can change.

"America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves - if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see? What progress will we have made? This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment."

Translation: Think of the meaning you want to apply to this "Change" thing so that you get in a trance state right before I give you my final instructions.

"This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids [P]; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace [P]; to reclaim the American dream [P] and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one [L]; that while we breathe, we hope [L]. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: YES WE CAN [L]."

Translation: Remember that you are all sheep. Remember to keep your hopes until you're dead. Remember that no reason can distract you from these blind beliefs. You don't need to listen to the critics, because you don't want to let go of predictability. Remember that you can cope with anything we do to you.

What a Dream!

I had a nightmare that was FUCKING AWESOME.

I was in a small room, perhaps a basement. A lot of young people stuffed inside. There's a 14 years old long-haired blond boy with fair skin complexion. He's lying in a drawer and a plastic tube is sticking out of his mouth. He seems either dead or in a deep coma. In the other room, there's a twin of the child, perhaps younger, who's in a similar state, except he's in a sitting position, under something like a desk. They're almost there like a decoration and nobody seems to be concerned with their well-being. Everybody else is talking and pretending there's nothing creepy about the situation.

As I enter the first room I start feeling despair. It's dark, almost no light. I jump in one of the beds angry and frustrated, as suddenly I want to cry. I begin crying and gasping for air but suddenly some guy grabs my head and starts slamming it down. I have no idea what's going on. The shock stops my crying. Soon enough more people jump me and I feel helpless; I can't even resist. One of the guys is pinching my dick and I can't make him stop, and it's fucking painful. LET GO OF MY DICK. Finally, after minutes of torture, they get tired and they let me go. I try to fall asleep again but the feeling of despair comes back to me. My brother appears. He and a few others had planned a revenge on me. It was something like throwing a bunch of clothes at me. He's waiting for my reaction now but I'm no way affected by his pathetic revenge. He's disappointed.

I stand up and start walking towards the other room. I ask the rest what's wrong with the blond child. They explain that he's dead, but still alive. How the fuck can he still be alive. The boy opens his eyes and stands up moving patiently, almost in slow motion. They pass me the end of the plastic tube sticking out of the boy's mouth. I'm expected to talk to him. It seems like he's otherwise deaf. I grab the tube and I look him in the eyes. He looks back at me; there's no flame of hope in his eyes. He's the most desparate child I've ever seen. As I try to talk into the tube, my voice becomes weaker and I can't help but lose it. I can't even break eye contact, his virtual grasp on me is so great. I don't even know what to say, but the intimidation is so strong. The child is just standing there half-dead and I'm supposed to talk to him through a fucking tube. I feel like I'm gonna start weeping any moment now. My breathing becomes rapid, my chest is tight, and my chin starts shaking from anger and sadness. I break down in tears, and this is when I woke up.

I drew that:


Turns out my mom had turned off the lights. I usually sleep with the lights on. I remember that my dad would always turn them off to force me to go to sleep when I was a child. I would cry and feel abandoned. Perhaps I'll have to finally overcome the fear and try sleeping in the dark. The pinching dick part was probably influenced by me lying in an uncomfortable position. But my mind connected the abuse with my crying because my dad used to give me "real things" to cry about, and that's one of the reasons why I can't fully associate into this emotion anymore.

The brother revenge part is influenced by him recently making a decision to stop talking to me. In my opinion he expected that I would apologize to him. Instead, I'm really happy with the way things are right now, and I think this is the best decision he has ever made so far - not to talk to me. Because he's sick in the head, and I'm one of his abusers. As such, I can't really help him nor sympathize with him. That would be like a rapist helping his victim to get over it.

The child character is a metaphor of everybody else who's like my brother. Abused people who are now living in altered states of consciousness because they are dead on the inside. Kinda like in the Matrix, of course. There's no way for one to reason with such people, unless they've been given sympathy. You've got to speak through the tube, help them understand things with their limited resources. You can't just scream into their ears if they're deaf to your words.

I might delete this entry because it's too personal, but I'll leave it as of now.

Intimidation Factors

I came up with a list of factors to help one determine whether they're being manipulated.

1. Guilt:
The Manipulator covertly makes you feel guilty and makes you question your own credibility. He can do so by ignoring certain aspects of what you're saying, or giving you a condescending look whenever you ask him a critical question about an ambiguous thing he's told you. Another way to elicit guilt is to use a condemning voice tonality and dramatic pauses. Response: State your observations and how you feel. Don't mind read. Question Manipulator's ambiguous behavior. Don't ask "Why" questions because they can provoke defensive reactions. Instead, ask META Model questions: "What/How specifically?", "Says who?", etc.

2. Instant Discomfort:
When you feel discomfort for a fraction of the second but then you discredit it and try to justify your reaction, you are most likely being manipulated. Response: Stop for a second and think about your initial reaction. Share what you felt with whomever caused it. Don't mind read, be curious. If you still feel this discomfort, be assertive until closure.

3. Nervous Grin:
When you have a frozen nervous smile on your face and you feel paralyzed in some way, this means that emotionally you agree with what's being said, but cognitively, you disagree. You are probably being manipulated. Response: Stop for a second and really think about what you're observing. Imagine the message delivered to you without the emotional attachment to it, and try to delete the loaded language.

4. Liking:
When you want to be liked by someone for no apparent reason, even if you don't like them back, you are being manipulated. You might try to fool yourself that you actually like the Manipulator and you might experience guilt for "unconditionally" disliking him. Response: Ask yourself what's in it for you in this relationship. Objectively evaluate the person's attitude specifically towards you. Don't be biased by the way he treats others.

5. Awkward Silence:
When you feel like you're not supposed to say anything but it's expected from you to say something. The Manipulator says nothing and perhaps looks at you with expectation, after you've already finished talking. Questions where you have to "fill in the blank" are being asked often. Response: Tell him you're finished talking when you don't know what else to say. Another response is to stare back at him without saying nothing. Use the moment to break state, excuse yourself and leave the conversation instead of complying. Think about what happened and objectively evaluate the situation.

6. Gibberish:
When someone's talking to you in a non-distinguishable way without letting you question what they mean. They might prevent you from asking for the meaning by making it appear as self-evident. You feel stupid to ask. Response: Ask in an offended way, as in, HOW DARE YOU not tell me what this means. This would not make you look stupid, but instead would pass the ball back to the Manipulator.

7. Confusion:
When a person's prevalent attitude is confusing to you. You might begin to hyperventilate or find yourself in loss of words. If that's the case, you're likely to be manipulated. Response: As soon as you start feeling confused, don't let the momentum get you. It's critical that you catch yourself being confused. Once you realize that, begin pretending you are still confused without actually listening to what the Manipulator is saying, and wait for their move.

8. Fear:
Talking about general negative consequences in a way that implies they're gonna happen to you. Response: Ask the Manipulator to be more specific, as to how the issues he's presenting concern him personally, and how are they relevant to the conversation. Don't let him get ambiguous, keep things chunked down, or else he's gonna get you.

9. Unfounded Hierarchy:
When a rank is based on something which is not related to the specific field. This creates false incentives for group members. If you enter such group, you are to be manipulated. Response: Be independent of any ranks, take an observer role. If you feel peer pressure being applied to you, leave the group.

Manipulation in Therapy

When you're helping someone solve an issue...

1. Contrast principle

* Easy Solution: First suggest a solution A that you know the patient is incapable of completing. Then give them the real solution B and now it's gonna seem much more achievable to them.

* High Expectations: Warn patient that the solution is going to be extremely difficult for them. Next, give them a task that's actually achievable. Be careful not to create a self-fulfilling prophecy, though.

* The Bait: Suggest 3 possible choices to patient: first one (8) is that they solve the problem by doing something unacceptable. The second one (A) is that they cope with the problem and face the negative consequences. The third choice (B) is that they solve the problem by doing something acceptable.

2. Consistency Principle

* Public Commitment: Make patient promise in front of a group of people that they're gonna complete the steps to solve their problem. It's important that the steps are within their range of comfort.

* Written Commitment: Make patient write the things they can do to improve their situation, and what they want their behavior to be, on pieces of paper and stick them to the wall. Before that, do an ecology check.

* Self-Fulfilling Prophecy: Congruently state repeatedly that your patient's behavior is already what they want it to be and their problem is already solved. Another way to use this technique is to state that the solution to the problem is going to be very easy.

* Leading: Congruently state that you have the answer to patient's problem. Each time you meet the patient, give them a small task to do. That's gonna make them come back for more and commit to solving their problem step by step.

* Priming: Ask patient if they are willing to do anything you ask them to in order to solve their problems. That's gonna remove some of their boundaries later when you suggest they do something that they might perceive as embarrassing or silly.

* Pygmalion Effect: Find out what patient likes (X). Find a way to relate X to the solution of their problem. Label the patient as the highest ranked individual in the context of X. Reframe the solution in that context and give the patient a Cause to follow, within this frame.

* Low Balling: Suggest that the solution is going to take the patient very little effort. Next, go on talking about the small details. Finally, drop the bomb and suggest the difficult task to solving their problem. They would be willing to try it out, no matter how hard it is.

3. Reciprocity

* The Gift: Before you suggest a solution to the problem, give the patient a small gift that looks expensive. If they resist, tell them you already have one yourself, you don't wanna throw it out, you've already spent the money, etc. Tell them you want them to follow your instructions in return and that's all you want. Emphasize on that, and warn them you'll be mad if they buy you something in return. Now they'll be more than willing to commit to the solution, because they owe you something in return.

* Stacking Favors: Every time your patient visits, give them seemingly expensive drinks, cookies, snacks, etc. Do it in such a way that consciously they won't feel like they owe you something back. The trick is to be subtle with this technique.

* The Concession: Make your patient do a difficult task that you know is impossible for them to complete. When they come back disappointed, give them the real task to complete as a concession. That's also gonna make the real task seem a lot easier to do.

4. Scarcity

* Deadline: Tell patient that now is the perfect time for them to solve their problem and not to waste away the awesome opportunity. That would motivate them to manage their time better in favor of the solution.

* The Secret: Tell patient that the solution is exclusive and you're working outside of the box. Tell them your techniques are often avoided by therapists because the patients get well too soon and usually don't come back.

* Price: Charge a lot of money for your services. Great motivation for both you and the patient to perform at each one's best.

5. Social Proof

* Uncertainty: Confuse subject about their problem until they're overwhelmed. Then congruently suggest the solution, or even better, suggest that the problem has disappeared.

* Similarity: Tell a story about a fictional character (X) who is similar to the patient, without being too blatant. Describe how X used to have the same problem and give them the solution that X has found. If you have a really good rapport with the patient, you can talk about yourself instead of X.

* Credibility: Talk about many specialists who have found your solution to be the most effective. Even better, bring a friend who would act as an authority figure to approve of your suggestions. Show written testimonials from other people who have already solved a problem similar to that of the patient.

Intellectual Property

There's no such thing as "Intellectual Property" and I am not ashamed to download shit for free. Knowledge is like a candle, when one candle lights another it does not diminish from the light of the first. In the same way, copying someone's ideas doesn't mean you're taking them away from the original author. Nobody owns ideas, the same way we don't own words. Thus, an idea can't be stolen.

One would argue that time is money and ideas take time to come up with. I would like to correct you, sir. Time is money only when it has been spent in order to provide an exclusive valuable service that the client voluntarily requested. Let's say you walk to a place in the public mountain every day, and you've naturally made a pathway by walking on the same ground so many times. Then a tourist discovers your pathway and finds it to be useful. He takes advantage of it to conveniently go to that same place you've been going to.

1. Just because he's using your pathway doesn't mean he had demanded it from you.
2. You hadn't spent your time making the pathway exclusively for the tourist.
3. If more tourists find your pathway useful, that wouldn't mean you've wasted more time on it.

If you still demand a tax from everyone who's walking on this pathway, you're just being a total dick. Here's a parallel scenario: The weather is cold. You get on a bus. The bus is loaded, there are no seats available. A person stands up because it's time for him to leave. You take his seat and suddenly he's demanding money from you, just because the seat is warm from his ass and farts.

I hope you can see now how ridiculous the concept of Intellectual Property really is. It makes no fucking sense. So if one claims that ideas can be owned, that would mean that they are either an artist or an inventor. We all know that artists cling to socialism because there's too much competition in their field, and without support from a socialistic government, they won't be able to earn enough money. Inventors make a big deal out of patents to claim monopoly over their products. If you wanna earn money, quit your whining and get real. Non-existing things cost non-existing money.

Stop buying unicorns! When you pirate MP3's, you're downloading CAPITALISM. Because inevitably the delusional douchebags will become extinct. The young demographic will no longer dream about becoming unicorn riders or dragon slayers. Instead, they will be focusing on real things that would help the economy grow.

Therapeutic Art

After studying hypnosis, I learned to appreciate the therapeutic potential of art. This made me reconsider the claim I made about art being essentially destructive just because of it distractive nature. Art has a hypnotic effect on people, but I came to realize that being in a trance can be a very useful state depending on the context. So I made a false distinction in the past claiming that art is evil, when it's clear to me now that art on itself isn't bad. It's the way people abuse its power that's destructive. Art is a dangerous psychotronic tool that can be used both for healing and killing - just like a scalpel.

How can art be helpful?

Analogies and metaphors in art can help people get rid of unhealthy beliefs. A person who's affected by a metaphor comes to a conclusion himself, thus owning his choice. People hate being blatantly told what to do and how to do it, even if it's beneficial to them. You want them to understand things from their own model of the world by giving them the freedom of connecting the dots. Let me explain the difference between blatant commands and metaphors with an example. Let's say you wanna help someone in need of shoes. In the first case, you're giving the guy your own shoes - they may not fit him well. In the second case, you're giving the guy a gift card for the shoe store, where he can get the shoes that fit him best.

Ambiguity in song lyrics, or movie plots, can also be a great tool for the observer to insert their own context and come to their own conclusions. It's very dangerous, though, considering that some people might have a destructive imagination. Hence, the authors should be careful in how they set the checkpoints and who they are presenting their work to. Embedded commands can be another powerful way to implant positive thoughts into someone's mind. They might be helpful for creating a better chance of response towards a suggestion.

Finally, let's talk about NLP and how naturally one can create anchors in a movie and influence the audience in a totally unconscious way. This can be such an effective way to completely change one's perception of things in a matter of minutes. You can't even imagine the countless possibilities there are for setting anchors in a movie and associating them with different states and beliefs. You can associate colors and sounds with emotions, positions and size with intensity, the list goes on and on.

So go ahead and start experimenting.

Trolling

This is a follow-up to "I am not my Taste".

I just came to a new conclusion. It's a lot more plausible than my previous justification of my temporary irrational behavior. What I was essentially doing was what psychotherapists call "projection". When a person's defensive mechanisms don't let him genuinely feel a certain emotion at a certain occasion, he would provoke others to experience that feeling instead, and only this way would he feel relieved. It's kinda like when you watch your friend play videogames because you can't afford buying a console. It's still better than nothing, and you are temporary distracted from the real problem - earning cash. It's easier to choose the temporary comfort of watching someone else play in the short run.

Being provocative is really about the troll reacting to his own forbidden emotions that he will have evoked in others. That's the whole point of acting like a jerk - to get angry response from people. Because you can't allow yourself to be angry but you need to react to that emotion. Finally, you've had your short-term relief, but you didn't own the anger, so you're still left with a general sense of distaste. That's just one example out of many. I'll never forget the first time I made a person cry on live cam. Seeing that girl weep for me was something so amazing and stimulating. I haven't cried since I was 14. I have forgotten what it feels like.

Here comes the question, though. Many times people over-react to something just because they are hypocritical and they don't want to appear, let's say, cruel, even though their actions prove that they are. Could the act of trolling be both a cry for justice and projection at the same time? Even if the victim is hypocritical or brainwashed, I think their emotions are still genuine. It doesn't matter if they act upon their standards. It's their beliefs that cause their feelings; they certainly believe that they are moral and the troll is evil, so they honestly react to that.

Surely, the act of trolling fits right into the sado-masochistic scenario, and each side gets something out of the relationship. What the masochist gets is to experience the sense of being the witness or the victim of an unjust act. They always feel the need to prove how horrible their life is, so they keep getting themselves into situations that inevitably lead them into harm.

So is it really bad to act like a prick? I would say it's destructive to both parties. It feels really good in the short run, but it leaves the wounds open. I wanna quit that habit and help people realize the harm they're doing to others and mostly to themselves. For a start, I guess it would be a good idea for the trolls like me, to try and associate with their victims' feelings. Try to get under their skin, imagine you are who they are. Fully sympathize. Mirror their body language, match their breathing, try to be like them on a physiological level as much as possible. FEEL what they feel. I'm almost positive that once you really learn how to do that, you'll no longer have the need to provoke tantrum. Well, I'll be the first one to tell you if it worked.

To be continued... inb4 cool story bro.

Fuck Diplomas

What do you wanna go to college for?

a) get a degree
b) get knowledge
c) score with hot sluts

If you answered (a) then GTFO. YOUR DOIN IT WRONG. I can't believe how many people blindly conform to these standards. The whole educational system is asshole-backwards. Education is now about getting a piece of paper, and if you want to acquire certain skills, you're supposed to do this on your own, as a side project, or during the course of work. People pay mad money for a fucking degree without realizing the fact that good employers DO NOT GIVE A FUCK about your education. You can claim you finished Batman School in Ponyland. They won't even ask you for the papers.

Manager: Can you do the job? Are you the kind of person we're looking for?
Retard: WELL, DUH, I GRADUATED FROM HARVARD!
Manager: Let me see those papers...
Manager: hmmm.... not too soft... I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid I can't wipe my ass with that!

In case they do hire you based on your certificate, enjoy your shitty job, fag. The rest of your life is gonna suck. I keep getting advice from motherfuckers with a high degree. Ain't none of them is ever happy with their occupation. They keep saying "NO THIS IS NOT TRUE, I LOVE MY JOB!" and you can tell it's a lie from their painful grimace. If you really loved your job, you wouldn't be complaining about how tired you always are, douche bag. In the end of the day, it's all about justifying your bad choices so that you don't feel like you've wasted your life. Fucking bitch, you can't fool me, I ain't blind. Your degree ain't worth shit.

I've been thinking about my life and what I wanna do with it. I'm taking a bunch of interesting classes in college because I enjoy learning new things. I'm not on a certificate program because I don't wanna study shit I'm not comfortable with. Meanwhile, I've been trying to get closer to myself by studying philosophy and psychology on my own. No one gives me credit for that. Why is it that only when shit is on schedule people take it seriously. Only when authoritative figures are present. Shit is ridiculous. My relatives claim they care about me and yet they are against me taking the time to focus on my spirituality. A psychologically healthy individual can achieve everything he wants. Faggots wanna bring me down, threatening me with failure because I ain't working and I ain't getting a degree. They keep repeating it's a waste of time. All they care about is their pathetic beliefs that help them cope with years of bad choices.

Jackie Chan

1. Jackie Chan is very popular.
2. Jackie Chan is a great actor.
3. Jackie Chan has a great agent.
4. Jackie Chan can do cool tricks.
5. Jackie Chan is different than the average hero.



6. Jackie Chan is funnier than Ben Stiller.
7. Jackie Chan respects black people.
8. Ben Stiller is old news. Jackie Chan is forever.
9. Jackie Chan's best friend is Anthony Hopkins.
10. Jackie Chan.



Jackie Chan we can believe in. Anthony Hopkins.

No doubt that Ben Stiller is a professional rapper, but people believe that Jackie Chan can fight hip-hop by becoming a rapper himself. Isn't that ridiculous? Anthony Hopkins sent Jackie Chan to Compton with the idea that he would persuade other rappers into quitting music. People need the real Jackie Chan - Bruce Lee. He would never even think about becoming one of the rappers. Instead, he would just ignore them and let hip-hop die out on itself because new generations will come to exist. People will no longer listen.

4 years from now, let's really make this country the land of Bruce Lee.

The Real Exorcist

There's a show on the SciFi channel, it's called "The Real Exorcist" with Bob Larson. Bob is a hypnotist that acts like a priest. I'm not sure if he's aware of that, though, because he has stated that hypnosis is an evil sinful science. Anyways, I wanted to explain the act of exorcism to the people who think it's supernatural. To me, it's one of the most destructive rituals and it makes people sicker rather than healing them.

Let's examine a potential client. Of course it must be a religious individual because nobody else would hire an exorcist in the first place. Why would they believe that they have been possessed by a demon? Well, usually these are people who have gone through a lot of pain in their lives, despite how faithful they were to their God. They had committed themselves to a Higher Being that was supposed to protect them. So now instead of doubting their religion, they begin to doubt their own minds. Why? Because rejecting their God would be an extremely painful and life-changing experience for them. They would be exposed to the ugly truth of false commitments and worthless existence. So instead of taking the red pill, they want to make their faith even stronger. There must be something wrong with them, why are they on the verge of rejecting God? It's the Devil! He's controlling their mind!

So here comes the exorcist. His job is already half-way done. He's more like a bridge for his clients. Their false selves just need his approval, so to speak. And Bob is well-aware of that. He starts out with a session of cold reading - a technique used by psychics to tell people what they already know about themselves in a mystic context. Bob "discovers" the patient's problems and insecurities, and he then pokes into these wounds, triggering pain and shame. This is a technique used by car salesmen. They find a hurt and then they suggest that their product can heal it. That's what Bob does next - he assures the client that it's really a demon who's causing the problems and he then suggest that only exorcism would make things better. Before the exorcism begins, Bob explicitly requires that the patient fully cooperates because it's really up to them for the demon to exit their body. He then gets into an "Exorcist" character, projecting incredible confidence and power. Bob suggests that the patient might experience emotional outbursts or even something more. He suggests that without ever breaking eye contact. It feels like an order for them, because they are in an incredibly susceptible state. After all, he made them believe that he's the only one who could help them, and they're strongly willing to believe they are possessed because they don't want to feel more shame.

The act of exorcism is all about pacing and leading now - a basic hypnosis technique. By stating the obvious and telling the client what they're gonna experience next, he's building up momentum which influences them into believing that he is the one who is no control of them now. Now he starts using leading statements that are designed to strengthen their faith in God. This is really powerful when he makes them repeat what he's saying. This way they are making a public commitment and it's impossible not to be consistent with what they've said, at least for a while. At this time some clients become very emotional, and some even resist, which is perfectly normal a reaction. After all, this guy is raping their brains and suffocating their only gasp for truth. Despite the defense, Bob can still very powerfully influence the patients, because he made them expect their resistance and he helped them externalize these feelings in the form of a demon. To be exorcised is the ultimate self-defeat...

Memory

I was playing BeatMania and suddenly an idea came to me. I made an analogy between physical exercise and mental exercise. When you work out to gain muscle, you lift weights until you burn out and your body gets sore. After you're done, you rest until the pain is gone, letting your cells do the work of healing and expanding the muscle tissue. The pain here is an indicator suggesting that you stop training. Well, the same is perhaps true for the learning process. You gather information until you become so frustrated that you want to pound your head into the table. That's a sign from the subconsciousness that it has gathered the optimal amount of information and now it's time to assess it. Time for some rest. You will have learned more than you ever expected. As long as you have a basic understanding of what you had been studying, your subconsciousness will do the work of connecting the dots and associating the new information with the old one. In fact, to think of it now, that's how I learned PHP. I remember I rent a book from the local library and I read everything in one week. I didn't even practice that much, I just gave the whole book a quick glance. Weeks later did I start putting the theory into practice and I was surprised by the things I remembered. I didn't even know I knew that, it just came into me intuitively.

Again, this is just a theory. I think it's valid, though. Have you ever tried really hard doing something? Hours of frustration without any success. You thought you'd never be able to learn how to do it right and you stopped trying. But then, a week later, you gave it a second chance, and you turned out a lot better than the first time. That's what I'm talking about. Frustration is a bliss.

Family Manifesto

Let me formulate something about family values and summarize a couple of points here. This could be especially useful to anyone having pressure issues at home.

1. You didn't choose to have any of your relatives, hence you are free of any responsibility regarding their lives. You are only responsible for your own life and your own problems. If your parents or siblings require help and respect from you and you don't feel like they deserve it, don't feel guilty. It's their fault that you are left with such impression. You have no obligations to your family what so ever.

2. Your parents chose to have you, hence they are responsible for your well-being. Here's an analogy that might help - choosing to have a pet and taking care of it doesn't require any care on the part of the animal. Hence, whenever you need help, your parents are obliged to please you, no matter how old you are.

3. Your parents' property is also your property. Your own property is exclusively yours. Family members cannot take credit for providing you with food and shelter. That's already yours - you earned it by being their child. Parents, on the other hand, can't pressure you to share your property with them. If you don't feel like doing that, it means they haven't earned your respect and it's their fault.

4. Having a sibling is a relationship equal to having a roommate. You are to share only what's given to you by the family. Outside of this boundary, each person has their own property and is not required to share it with their siblings. Help and respect should also be individually earned. Nobody chose to have a sibling, unless of course, you like incest. Hence, no responsibility should be taken upon each other.

Note: I have changed some of my views on that subject. More on that here: Finally Free

I am Not my Taste

I like to think that I'm a logical human being and I strongly value rationality. Judging from some of my actions, though, you would never believe this to be true, especially if you don't know me well enough. And I can totally understand that now. It all comes from my appreciation of the artistic value of irrational behaviors. One might think that I value irrationality itself. I don't. When I am me, when I'm out of character, I would always try my best to think objectively and logically. So why is it that I do these weird things then?

What's so artistic about being crazy? It simply is. Art is all about subjective experience, and crazy people have the most original and colorful stories to tell. Art is artificial, and so are these people. They have lost touch with their true selves, and that loss makes them actors for life. Yes, I was one of those people once, when "everything was just a movie". That's when I started attracting parasites to me. Maybe they mistaken me for one of them, or maybe they just saw me as a host. My role-models were in fact antagonistic to my true values. Because I wanted to amuse myself the same way they amused me. I wanted to become the circus freaks that made me laugh so hard. I hadn't yet realized that laughter is often the product of condescension. It's the good feeling you get when you know you're not like them. I was contradicting my true emotions. And having become a laughing stock, it didn't feel that funny. I was wondering why people didn't give me the respect that I deserve. Well, it's because they didn't have respect for themselves. While I was trying to be one of them, I was still aware of what's going on, and most of them were completely lost.

Back to the antagonistic role-models. My so-called "heroes". The artists that I like to emulate. I don't really wanna be like them, and my dignity would never allow me to do the dirty things they did. Emulation is temporary and not fundamental. I'm just playing. I'm testing people's responses. I'm testing my own boundaries. I'm being genuinely curious, exploring the different aspects of one's behavior. It makes me happy when people respond to my irrational character in a shocking manner. That's the best part of it. Getting a response from the audience. I guess seeing an angry person who freely expresses their feelings of disgust make me feel better about society. Not because what provoked their shock deserved such a reaction, but mostly because I can see the audience becoming emotional. Remember the movie Equilibrium? I believe we are already living in such a world.

In conclusion, there are people who actually value irrational behavior, not its artistic content. It seems like I share their taste in music and their sense of humor. That's why I was always surrounded by such horrible misfortunes. And that's why rational people mistaken me for such a failure and distance themselves from me. I am not my taste and my taste is what I'm not.

Having Sex is Lame

According to a recent scientific study at a Harvard institute, "having sex" is the lamest term for intercourse. followed by "sleep with" and "get laid". People even prefer "making love" compared to the latter. "Seriously dude, that shit makes me cringe", says Professor Cheese from Harvard University, "We see so many commercials on TV that mention these words and get away with it, leaving our kids mentally distressed and cringed. This is an equivalent of emotional sexual abuse". Studies do show that children question the terms in their heads and are left generally confused as to "what is sex" and "how is it had". Can you imagine what is going on in their minds? "Is sex like a cake? Is it tasty? Why do people want it so much? Why do especially couples want it? How come I don't know about something that everybody else wants and obviously enjoys immensely? I may be a bad boy because mom and dad never give me sex." Another example of such confusion: "What's the big deal if a man and a woman sleep together in one bed? Why is this so important to adults? Why do they fight over it?" Imagine children's frustration, for crying out loud! What's so bad about using "fuck"? At least kids would know it's an adult thing separate from a cake or sleeping in one bed with another person.

And this shit is not only happening on TV, and it's not only a cheap trick to get away with talking about fucking on air. Shit goes on in our personal lives, too. I see adults talking about "having sex" or "getting laid". What the fuck are you talking about, man? Did you bang her? Did you bone her? Did you do her? Did you hit it? "No man, we had sex! You've gotta be politically correct! Such language is disrespectful to women!" Come on, we all know women are dirtier than men. But they refer to it as "sleeping" and they'd go crazy with "insomnia". Go get some sleeping pills, girl, cuz I can see your twat speaking. Why would one use a much longer and less efficient synonym when you have a verb specifically engineered to represent the act of intercourse. It drives me out of my skin and it always makes me cringe to see people try to make sex conversations appear less explicit. Like in that show Scrubs. Ugh, it makes me feel so icky. Fucking hospital shows, always based on sexual relationships.

I think I might have been sexually abused as a child because I'm having a hunch that what I'm saying is not at all an objective statement and these things perhaps shouldn't make me feel that angry. But I think it's mainly because casual sex is against my values, although I tried to make it appear is if it weren't, in the past. It infuriates me how most relationships are not based on virtue, but rather on lust and the desire to be in control. I'm curious of what you might be thinking on that issue.

Suze Orman Can Eat Shit

Don't you point your finger at me, Suze Orman. Don't you point that poopy finger from the TV screen telling me what I should be doing, shit for brains. You arrogant twat, who do you think you are? I was so glad that the bailout plan got rejected and look at all the media going crazy over it. Guess what, I don't give a shit about the credit debt. I've never used a credit card and I never will. I have integrity, unlike other people. Americans can learn to live without credit, they're good people for the most part. What the media suggests is that we take more credit and pile it up in a shit mountain where Suze Orman can take her daily baths. Not to mention that out of those billion dollars, much will end up in the politicians' pockets, because money will have to be spent on bureaucracy and other made-up services. And where do they get that money from - the taxpayer. Would you rather pay more taxes or live with what you got and refuse to use credit services? The bailout plan would raise your taxes, you're gonna end up with less money, and then you're gonna need more credit if you want to keep living the same standards. So what's the point?

The media is so aggressively advocating the bailout plan that I'm almost sure it'll pass next time they're voting. I urge you to spread awareness. This is ridiculous. Instead of talking about the real problems, they're connecting the financial crisis to McCain's leadership issues. They're implying that whatever a person with an authoritative rank says must be true. "THE REPUBLICANS ARE IMMORAL. THEY DISAGREED WITH WHAT THEIR MASTER SAID". And that's coming from the liberals. It's clear that both wings support fascism, and they're gonna keep fighting for nationalizing industries.

What's the worst that can happen if the bailout plan took action? You'll see in 10 years. Suze Orman will be throwing her poo at you from the top of the Shit Mountain.

Ultimate Workout

I came up with the concept of a perfect workout regime that works both for strength and bulking up.

First day: power lifting. Choose 2 muscle groups to train, and start lifting some serious weights at low reps - 4 to 5 per set. Start out with lower weight, and increase per each out of 4 sets. It's essential that you do not burnout. If you feel that you can't do more reps, do NOT force them, because you don't want to have lactic acid in your muscles on the next day.

Second day: burnout. Work same 2 muscle groups from the previous day. This time use less weight, such that you're comfortable lifting. Do as many reps in a set as you can, until you can't do more than 1 rep in a set. Do the exercises slowly and hold at point of resistance.

Third day: you're gonna be sore as shit. Consume protein as much as your livers can allow, and rest as much as you can. It can take you from 3 to 5 days to recover. After you no longer feel pain, do a cardio day, and after that, repeat the cycle for the next muscle group you wanna train.

Hire Your Kid

Being a son could often be a pretty tough full-time job, don't you all agree?
Most parents don't love their children unconditionally. Instead they only show affection when something has been achieved, thus making a "human-doing" out of their kids. You wanna get some cash, you gotta beg mommy and daddy. But "money has to be earned". One way or another they'll make you work for that shit. When not achieving things, you get labeled a bad boy, and they deprive you from goods. You might get the impression that you're a fundamentally flawed person who can only prove his worth by contributing to society. Yeah, I was one of those people, because I happen to have been raised as a slave, like many other kids, for sure. When a day passed without a finished task, I always felt like shit. I'm still working on fixing that problem, because it's not an easy task. The strict self-discipline and perfectionism, the fear of failure, the uneasiness around people who know more than me in a particular field... being in control is addictive to human-doings, because they always have to avoid the constant shame, based on the deep notion that they're worthless. They strongly believe this, subconsciously, and that's why they fear making mistakes. Any mistake would blow their cover and they would feel naked and ashamed. The perfectionist's deepest secret: he's "evil" and he has to constantly hide it by being great at everything. That was me, but it's time to move on, right? If you are not being in control physically, that doesn't mean you lack psychological control. People who enjoy being physically abused are addicted to being in control of their "negative" emotions by suppressing their sadness and hurt.

Rapist Alert

A serial stuffed animal rapist is on the loose. He is known for kidnapping children's toys against their will, and brutally sodomizing them on tape. But that's not all. John Tanner, also known as Free Willy, works as a child entertainer and visits kindergartens on the Weekends. On August 27th, teacher Lissa Randell witnessed something godawfully shocking.

"We often have Mr. Tanner come over, mostly for birthday parties. Kids always had a great time with him. One day I had an important appointment with my dentist, so I left early, leaving John responsible for the children. Turned out my dentist was sick, so I came back to work. I entered the building, and I heard a loud noise coming from the playroom. I tiptoed to the door and I barely opened it. What I saw was appalling." - says Miss Randell. Free Willy was caught showing one of his twisted videos to the innocent prepubescent viewers. The sinful images were projected on the wall. In the film, Tanner was sodomizing a stuffed replica of the infamous TV character, ALF.

"John was naked, and he was penetrating the doll. It had an attached artificial anus and lipstick smeared around its lips." - explains the shocked witness - "At the time being, the children were laughing and having fun. They thought it was part of Willy's clown schtick. But imagine the impact on their tender little brains! This is all gonna affect their adulthood in a terrible way! May God help them..."

When Lissa witnessed the abominable abuse, she quickly ran to her office and called 911. Soon enough, the cops came and arrested the pervert. In his home, they found dozens of mutilated stuffed animals and videotapes. Some toys had their pubic areas shaved, others had strap-on penis extensions. On one of the videos, Tanner documented himself defecating on a puppy doll. After that, he used his own feces as lubrication. Finally, after his climax, the clown ate his own products.

The case is still open.

I'm Not a Coward

Let me get this straight. I am a proud virgin. Ever since I pimped my looks and I knew that I could have all the single bitches in the world, I realized that I have always had this opportunity, because I am truly awesome. And I remember all the instances when I could totally score but I just didn't feel like it. And douchebags have called me a coward for that. Because I didn't take advantage of a helpless insecure misfortune. Because I didn't risk getting emotionally attached to a female who cannot reciprocate. Because I didn't risk to be exploited. Maybe I was scared. And hell, I had my reasons. I'm not willing to pay the price for casual sex. I'm not willing to pay the price for a virtual relationship. It costs much more than having blue balls. Plus, I'm happy to have both of my hands not amputated.

Jock Wannabe: You can't possibly live without sex! It's not healthy! We all have a sex drive and running away from it is like running away from yourself. You've got issues, man, build some self-esteem!

Most people have a libido, true. It's there to help us multiply. That's what sex is for. You can't possibly claim that being healthy depends on making babies. That's ridiculous. And I'm not running away from my sex drive. It's there, and I acknowledge it. Attractive women make my dick hard.

Jock Wannabe: Then just go for it, dude! *metal horns*

I don't feel like it. It's kinda like, when you're really angry at someone, and you swear that you're gonna kill them. You meet them in person and suddenly you don't actually feel like killing them, because it's irrational. Same goes for casual sex. I'm intelligent enough to estimate what's in it for me, and it's not enough, compared to how much it would cost me. Of course I'd be scared. And I respect that fear because it tells me all the facts I need to know in one hunch. But how does that make me a coward most of all? I'm brave enough to admit I'm a virgin. I'm brave enough to reject attractive women. I'm brave enough to poke a jock in the eye with my penis. Would a guy with no self-esteem do this shit? I'm awesome. Sure, sometimes I get self-conscious about specific things, but overall, I know I'm potentially a great mate, compared to all the other motherfuckers with no brains. Not to mention that I've got a cock and two balls. Beat that, bitch. I rule that motherfucker. And you ain't getting any of that.

This has nothing to do with Christianity or any religion. I'm the living proof of a moral atheist. Because it's rational to be moral. I don't need no God to tell me what's good for me. I'm smart enough to evaluate my choices. Fuck you, kinky grandma who preaches abstinence. I don't care about abstinence. I just wanna stay out of trouble and pee in your soup only when you aren't watching. I don't care if other people choose to fuck whomever their dick gets hard to. Just don't push your beliefs on me. Don't tell me what I should be doing. Just keep filming home-made pornos so that I can jack off to your girlfriend.

inb4 trolls mocking me

The Curse of Beauty

The problem with beautiful women is that they have power over something they didn't achieve. Try to see the world through their eyes. At first, you're gonna be surprised why they're praising you for something you didn't earn (your beauty). It's rather awkward in the beginning, but as it keeps going on and on, you start to convince yourself that maybe you are virtuous for your beauty. You realize that:

1. this gives you power
2. you have monopoly over less attractive girls, no matter how smart or virtuous they are.

That aspect essentially corrupts you because you realize that there's no need to be virtuous. You already have tons of guys competing for you. You can be a total bitch and still get away with it. And this is your revenge. Men who discriminate on looks do deserve to be treated badly because they are in a way what causes this vicious circle of corruption. But now it's too late for you to develop a personality, because you're too caught up in a slave scenario, where you love being the victim and proving guys to be pigs.

Better appearance doesn't necessarily mean greater confidence. Because, as I mentioned above, most pretty chicks feel depressed because they're not loved for who they are. And what's frustrating is that they have been too crippled to really expand. They don't have any self-confidence left: they only create the illusion of one. But of course, that does in no way mean that less attractive girls are automatically virtuous, especially if they believe that being pretty is a virtue and try hard to be sexy.

When you're not loved for who you are, and rather for your looks, you subconsciously might start to believe that there's something fundamentally wrong about yourself. And with that in mind, there's no possibility you could ever have self-confidence. Beauty is irrelevant in the cases where one does not present themselves in such way. For example, if a woman claims that a man shouldn't love a less-attractive than her woman, then obviously she's putting herself in "court" where she, too, should be judged by her looks. A confident woman is only intimidating to a weak man. Some women mistake confidence with aggressiveness, and later they wonder why no man wants them.

There's no need to try and fool yourself that a certain part of your body is prettier than you think. The simple act of accepting your own body for what it is will make you more confident and calm.

Head Album Review

I recently got ahold of Head's debut album - Save Me From Myself. For those of you who don't know, this is Brian Welch: ex-member of KoRn who left the band after finding Christ. Ever since his departure, their music turned to shit. Obviously he was the essential element that contributed to the overall original sound they used to have. And I gotta tell you, Jesus saved neo-metal.

Save Me From Myself is a surprisingly good record. What does it sound like? KoRn from the 90's. Even the vocals somehow remind me of Jon Davis. There's a thin line, though, that Welch didn't cross. He added some other spices in the mix, like synths and a collaboration with Stephen Hawking. I also noticed some Deftones influence, which made me think about their upcoming album...

Music wise, Head's songs are strongly built on trivial tunes that never get old. Nothing genius about them, they're just well-arranged. The best tracks in my opinion are "Save Me From Myself" and "Die Religion Die". I have yet to read the lyrics, but from what I hear, they're hilarious. I wonder if he really buys into Christianity... I really hope it's a subtle joke, Andy Kaufman style. It's hard to believe, though, knowing that Welch is a recovering junkie, and many such take a religious approach to solve their problem.

I wonder how he got these gurus of alternative music to play for him, like JOSH FREESE, Tony Levin, Trevor Dunn... Trevor Dunn, for crying out loud! I bet he got paid for his name to be on the list and never actually recorded bass for the album. I mean, come on, a 5 year old could play Head's riffs! You don't need a legend to do that for you! Same goes for Nine Inch Nails. Trent Reznor always hires some great musicians, which is totally a P.R. action to get more publicity. It's all bullshit, I tell ya. While we're at it, if you're a NiN fan, I don't wanna know you.

In conclusion, if you need some background music for your fap/rape/scat sessions, Save Me From Myself is the best choice for you! Embrace Christ in your holy deeds! Give it a try.

Comedians

Most of the stand-up comedians on TV piss me off...
Here's a simple self-explanatory synopsis:

Hello, I'm a Comedian. I hate my life and I suck at relationships. *laughter* I love women but they are evil. *laughter* I hate sharing but I'm married. *laughter* I should be telling a story now, where I mention an inside joke. Then, I'll talk about a few other things, and after a certain time, I'll refer to the inside joke again. This always gets me the biggest laughs and applause, cuz people get to show they were paying attention, proving how good a children they are. *laughter* I'm not a father figure. My dad used to beat me up, but he was a good parent. *laughter* Almost as good as embedding the previous inside joke again. *laughter and applause* Now let's talk about politics... John Mccain. *laughter* Barack Obama. *laughter* Alright, that brought a few laughs. Let's move on... Nine Eleven. *laughter* Now that was funny because you thought I was gonna change the topic. Seriously, though, as much as I hate the government, I love that country, man, and I think we should all support our troops in Iraq. God bless America! *cheers and applause* Well, that's my time, everybody! I hate myself! You're all a bunch of niggers. Fuck you! *cheers and applause*

Positive Thinking

There's nothing wrong with being positive, and I completely support that attitude. The problem is that some people mistake delusion for positivity. When the glass of water is 3/4 empty and you call it half-full, you're not an optimistic person, but rather a liar (calling it 1/4 full would be the right choice). That's just a brief example of how people wanna fool themselves just for the sake of staying positive and avoiding anxiety. But hey, there's a way to face the facts and still be optimistic! And compromise is out of the question. The only requirement is curiousity. "Why" is the best thing in the world. I've been trying to accept my ignorance and explore the reason for the painful emotions I get to experience. Once I've accepted them, the pain gets decreased. Once I find what has truly caused them, they no longer hurt me.

Here's a metaphor that might explain what I mean: You fall down, you break your leg. You try to walk, but it hurts even more. You acknowledge the pain and you decide to sit down and see what's wrong. You look at your leg and your bone is sticking out - now you know the cause. You are shocked when you see the ugly truth, it might even paralyse you for a few minutes. But the adrenaline is pumping, which significantly decreases the pain. Once you get used to the objective fact, it's time for healing. Put yourself back together, avoid the actions that cause you discomfort, and you are back to being healthy. If you were a pessimist, the healing might have never started. But still, it's important that you saw what the problem was. In the case of irrational optimism, you'd be walking with a broken leg, destroying and deforming the bone with each step further, until it's too late and it needs to be amputated.

I lost contact with a lot of friends in the process of healing. I can't run with a cast on, you know. I might seem a bit dark and depressed lately, but owls ain't what they seem. Most of the time I feel pretty great, even though I'm all serious and shit. Recognizing the truth would be hard without skepticism. And long-term happiness requires a strong foundation of facts. You might think I'm crazy now, but when the Big Bad Wolf tries to blow my house down, his huffing and puffing would only make my dick hard.

There's difference between staying positive and acting like you're staying positive.

Music Sucks

Man, I hate the music industry. It's like a huge drug company... first they lure you into their evil world with their catchy tunes and what not. Then they put a demon in your head by brainwashing you with their "public relations". They make you believe that being a musician can be a successful career. How do they do that: by exposing all these faggot shits on TV and convincing you how rich they are and how much fun they're having. While this can be somewhat true about these exact "artists", it has nothing to do with reality. Them motherfuckers got all lucky and that's that. There is no music market. Nobody tells you that. IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT WITH MUSIC, IF YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY, BUY OUR QUALITY EQIUPMENT! It's all about people buying shitty over-priced products. The more fans believing they can become successful artists, the more customers you got. And man, I just can't stand watching these brainwashed victims obsessed with buying new equipment and talking about that shit all the time. How is that contributing to music if they ain't got no talent in the first place? Fucking $4000 guitars and all that bullcrap. I've had the opportunity to record with an expensive guitar and I did compare it to a cheap one - there was almost no difference. Faggots overhype that shit and play with your mind all the time. Manufacturers rip you off and you're the happy retard. What are you so happy about, you just wasted all your cash on a placebo! It's not even an investment cuz you'll never make it with music. You are nobody and you suck, although that doesn't even matter. And no, being a rockstar doesn't get you chicks - being an arrogant jerk does.

Some people, like me, fuck with music as a hobby. That could be fun sometimes. But most of the time it's just a time-consuming frustrating process. And when I finally complete a song, I'm thinking, "Why the fuck did I just do this!? It's not like I'M gonna listen to it". It's like defecating - you need to do it, many times it takes effort, but after you're done, you just flush it down the toilet cuz you hate that shit. I see no point in recording material anymore, unless it's provocative or offensive. Why would I care to contribute to a society of sick people who wouldn't appreciate my true work of art? And seriously, what is art? It's horse shit, that's what it is. Cheap faggotry that gives you a psychological trip. Why would anyone need that, if their life didn't already suck? Artfags are no better than junkies.

Fake and real artists contribute to the same pile of shit. Doesn't matter if you do it for the money. You're still producing "drugs" that make people believe their own fallacies, instead of acknowledging and understanding their emotions. I've always been a truth seeker. Talking to artists only made me feel confused and frustrated, since most of them are delusional and arrogant - their views about the world are awfully subjective.

Music. It's the fruit of resentful people with shit lives. It always comes down to that conclusion, no matter how you look at it. Tribal music is used for religious rites, and it's supposed to give you a psychedelic experience. You're religious? You want to escape reality? You've got a shit life. Classical music was the work of poor perverted sociopaths. Shit life. Rock and rap music are invented by black Americans - they were oppressed and confused. Shit life. Techno music was invented by faggots, I believe. Same shit. Oppression and unhappiness made all these people express their feelings through art. How great is that for those in charge? They don't have to deal with the crowd's anger and resentment anymore, cuz it's being buffered by creative activities and feasts. That's how masters preserve their power.

Bread and circus games.

After having been focused on music for the last 10 years, I finally say fuck it: it's in no way constructive nor efficient. My purpose of life is to be happy, that's what I live for. No empty cause can replace that. You can't be happy if you distort reality, and that's what artists do.
Music is artificial. I quit that shit.

Ego Problems

I'll probably stop blogging for a while. I've got some issues that need to be taken care of. Like, I'd always put myself in a situation where people would annoy me. I let them fuck with me and then I blame them. It's fucked up, I'm losing my mind. It's like running on the streets screaming "PUNCH ME IN THE FACE" and then wondering why they punched you. Fucked up shit, I tell you. Thanks to my false-self, I've burnt bridges with people who actually cared about me and respected me for who I am. I needed that punch, and I asked for it. Made me realize how stupid I've become.

I always try to force my creativity because I want every day to be productive. I don't have a "real" job, so I try to make a career out of my art. If a day goes by without me having done anything creative, I feel like a worthless consumer. I just hate being passive cuz it hurts my ego. That ain't right. I mean, who am I proving myself to? Society? Why do I care about contributing to society? I think I've been brainwashed by my parents and relatives. It's time that I take procrastination to a higher level. From now on, I'll stop caring about being productive. Creativity should NOT be forced. It should be the IDEA ITSELF that forces artists to produce shit.

Oh man, my ego is so hard to please. I wish I had the sizzle points to be attractive. I just wanna know that hot preppy girls want me. They're not even my type: meanwhile, I'll be fucking a bunch of bizarre skanks. Hell, just making the hip cunts jealous would make me so happy. That'd be like a "Fuck you" to the motherfucking mainstream. The guys would wanna look like me, and I'd always think of the wackest shit to wear, just to fuck with them (not literally). I'm competitive like that, I wanna be the hottest dude. My PR agent, Vans Vega, made a fitness program for me, and I'm gonna be doing that shit for a while: hardcore physical exercise on a strict diet. Actually, it's not as hard as I thought... it only takes me 3 hours a day.

So yeah, I'll be back, niggas. Citius, Altius, Fortius.

Creepy Foreign Guy

"Eh, don't mind Spratz, he's just that creepy foreign guy on the internet".

Oh yeah? I bet I'm more American than you, motherfucker. But that's not even the point. Why would you even consider my nationality over my intellect? Just because I have a fucking accent you gotta discredit all I have to say. You fucking retard face, I hate you. And what's so creepy about me? I'm a tall European guy, handsome for a man. Shut up, I look NOTHING like an Arab! And if you say big noses ain't sexy, you're a fucking liar. My lips are juicier than those of Angelina Jolie, so don't act like you ain't gay for me, bitch. It's okay, I understand. My eyes are brown, big deal. Blue eyes came about because of random changes in the genes that affect eye color. Hence, blue-eyed people are mutants, and they're actually less healthy than awesome people like me. Who's the weirdo now?

I'm so perfect... I don't get it! I enter the store and everybody's giving me the "you don't belong here" look. Even the fucking Indians. Am I really that different? I can't see it, man... all that negative attention, what causes it? I'm getting too self-conscious about that shit, and I'm no longer confident talking to people. I always use the self-checkout lane to avoid small talk. Sometimes I'm even nervous about talking to my friends on the phone. Cuz once you've been labeled, it's hard to get out of that curse. It's not me who's speaking, it's the foreign dude. It's the weird guy with the bird. You like him but not in THAT way, no way. That would be gross! He's goofy! Well so are Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, and all these others gay guys you're so crazy about. All men are goofy, it's not just me, but the fact that I'm also foreign makes you think otherwise.

"If you don't like it here, quit bitching and go back to Shitland, Spratzaman!"

Shut up because you need me, asshole! The fact that you're still reading this proves me right. Take a look around - European faggots rule Hollywood. Without us, you'd be bored as fuck, so pray that I stay, motherfuckers. Cuz if I go away, you're gonna miss me and I ain't gonna miss you back. You like to laugh at my expense and I don't mind that, but you gotta pay for it somehow. Treat me with respect, that's all I'm asking for. I'm a person, stop treating me like an alien.

Remembering Tim Russert

I don't want to remember that fucker! Quit shoving him down my throat! Like people care. You're supposed to talk about Barack Obama's supremacy and his brutal fight with McCain. FIGHT TO THE DEATH! There will be torture, blood-sucking, and beheadings! Why don't you instead show some more baby pandas? Fire your "political" team and join forces with Animal Planet! Monkeys are far more attractive than snobbish people. Or even better, you can make an obituary channel. Now that would be unique! Then you can talk about Tim Russert 24/7 and get away with it. Cable Necrophilia Network and Necrophilia Broadcasting Company... Death sure will raise your ratings, guys!

Talking about the media we have today. I love watching TV because it inspires me to hate. Radio stations are even worse but I simply can't stand a minute of that brainwash. 5 songs get played 20 times a day in between 10 minute blocks of commercials and annoying talk shows with retarded hosts. And that shit can really fuck you up in the head if you're passively listening, which means listening without evaluating the information. In most cases, that's what happens, cuz where else do you get exposed to radio waves but in your car, or at work - places where you're already doing something important, so questioning the things that you hear is not really your priority. After a while, you turn into a predictable consumer, and you won't realize how you would start having a desire for things that you don't really need. Brainwash, motherfucker.

So yeah, I choose watching TV, cuz then you're just sitting on a couch doing nothing else. Leaves you plenty of time for thinking about the shit that you observe. I watch Cartoon Network, FX, Comedy Central, or the Sci-Fi channel. But comedy is evil. Look at all these stand-up comedians that talk about the logical reality. People laugh at that shit. When the show's over they forget everything and they feel better about themselves for a while. This creates the impression that the truth is only a thing we could laugh about because we can never live in a world where logic rules. That's why I prefer the purest form of comedy - stupidity and absurdism. Facts ain't to be laughed at, ignorance is! Look at these pathetic fucks - they're actually laughing at their own stupidity when they hear the sad truth about their lives. Does that really lift their mood, or does it subconsciously depress them even more?

Watch out, Tim Russert's ghost is gonna rape your daughter in the ass!

Food is Wack

Goddammit, food is horrible these days... whatever I put in my mouth feels like poison. It's been one week since I stopped caring about meals. My body weight ain't really my issue, I just don't wanna feel like shit. No matter what I eat, no matter how healthy it is, my body ain't taking chances. Digestion problems, heartburn, headaches, nausea, sleepiness, insomnia, you name it. All of these motherfuckers would take turns FUCKING me in the ass. I used to be a champion eater in my teens. I could eat tons of food and ain't no shit was gonna happen... And before that, when I was a child, my granny used to forcefeed me. I was so skinny that the neighborhood kids would call me "the Auschwitz boy" (still better than my high-school nickname "The Shit"). I was also very energetic; I would always run, climb trees, play soccer, mess with old people, all that kid stuff. When there were no other kids outside, I'd play alone. And look at me now! I'm a wreck... I can't go anywhere on my own cuz I get too self-conscious. I'm stuck at home with no friends and I'm too lazy to exercise because I lack self-motivation.

I don't even feel like playing videogames! It costs money and shit! And it ain't even fun no more cuz the fuckers made games so engaging and competitive. There's always someone better than you who would love to beat your ass at your favorite games. And then you're thinking "I shouldn't feel bad, that guy is probably a fat slob covered in zits"... it turns out he's a hot guy with abs and a cool hairstyle. Then you try to fool yourself "Eh, I can still beat that guy in real life, he looks like a wuss". Wrong again! Turns out the motherfucker took Jiu-Jitsu classes and he'll whoop your ass in no time. I wish I was a champion eater once again. I'd get a comforting cottage pie and eat the shit out of it. No, wait! First I'm gonna pull out my dick and fuck it like there ain't tomorrow, pretending it's that gamer's girlfriend. Let me put on the Food channel first. Oh yes, being fat is comfortable. I wanna be that fat asshole who doesn't give a shit.

Dick: We are what we eat, Sparx!
Me: I no longer eat dicks for breakfast, but apparently you're still on the same diet.

Bitch, please. Anything that makes you feel good and energized is good for you. No matter how dangerous people say it might be, every person's health is unique, so if it works for you, fuck what your friends say. And don't worry about that BMI horse shit. Some people are actually healthier when they're "overweight", others feel perfect when they're "underweight". I hate doctors, don't ever trust those criminals cuz they'll fuck you up. Be your own doctor; you know best what works for you. See, this is the kind of thinking that destroyed my teeth. This is an old article and it's full of self-justifications for destructive behavior. Be careful what you eat. Don't take my stupid advice, or you'll end up like me - I can't even chew hard food.