Monday, October 24, 2022

On the defence of corporeal punishment

 The reason, why our parents should have privilege over their childrens bodies, is tolerance and respect towards the government. I know it sounds absurd. How does it correlate and connect with the government, then you get your ass whooped or kneel on a sack of dry rice! Recently the children of well of rich people, have been conducting in envirnomentalist propaganda by spewing soup on priceless art. I guess they never learned it the hard way. Anyway, the reason we need corporeal punishment, is its our first experience of authority. Its then children learn to negotriate about their rights and how rules are affecting them -- especially in a situation, if you're the first second or third born son/daughter and get wrongfulyu punished for something you didn't do and how it affects your relationships with the family and wrongdoer. Corporeal punbishment allows us to experience the penal code in a safe way, because surely its painfull in the heat of the moment, and you hate your parents to hell and back then you're younger *BUT* then you grow older, you will learn, that you most of the time deserved it, and it got you away from bullshit -- even the times, you got it undeserved, taught you something. Ity taught you restraint and patience -- qualities what the woke lack the most, being like hyperactive deranged lunatics on a sugar rush. That's what you get, then freedom has no responcibility. 

That is also the reason, we are bombarded by this fake shit, what is meant to make the father and family altogether week and brittle, so that feminists and grifters would have an easier time to make a killing. I also follow a certain utopian blend of Communism and environmental tendencies, but I draw the line at throwing soup onto priceless art!! How do you hold up something, what needs the utmost attention of all its participants, if you fegrade the majority into a vegetative state? What if one of the supreme leaders gets piss in their heads and infects the entire hive? And this is there corporeal punishment teaches how to take responcibility -- cause and effect. 

But no, censorship and controlling all of the public discord will solve it! In the Bible there is a saying, don't rember where exactly, which states: "Don't want to know everything, and dont be overly just, for you have also slandered the king and God behind the corner and why would you die before your time!" When you rely on censorship and control, rather than corporeal punishment in the youth, because the first is clean and popular but the latter causes alot of controvercy, is to drive the dissent underground and making it look cool. Arius would not have so many followers, had not the Catholic Church being such a doushe then converting the german tribes and insisting all worship their king -- the Pope. Much of revolutions happen, beause the leadership is decadent and punishes its critics too harshly while giving candy and nuts to their children and followers. People wil learn fast and loose all respect towards you, and then time of need comes, you have nobody to askew, because you never owned peoples respect, what is gained through things like corporeal punishment. Rules are to be followed and rules have to be strict, not the vague spaced out clusterfuck like the terms of service of Twitter, where you need a lawyer and a PhD to understand it, and still could fall short. It should be unilateral and fair to verybody -- and he who administer it should follow it the same, how he who is lectured. I can't see that in the government nor in the political parties or envirnomental activists. I instead see a lot of unused energy, what failed to be channeled propperly. The other reasoning is false witch hunted tendencies of assuming every word your opponents utter will draw you to the last lair of the Kingdom of Slanesh, to make you fall asleep, so your tormented soul would roam there for eternity, or outright summons your queen to this realm!! It makes the shouting out of phobias ever more irroneus and giving me the urge of holding a mirror in front of those people, who are more clinicly afraid, than the ones mostly accused. It also sounds much like a boy, accuses the girl of being an icequeen and frigid for not having pussy! It is ok to say no, if you don't feel right with an agenda. I think I'll spend some gasoline active services from now on, due to the soup on the artpiece... 

You can't have proper dialogue, then you think your opponent is Luciver, though I liked the series with the same name. In order to have dialogue, you need to assume in good faith, that your opponent is an intelligible fair and sound character -- and then you successfully have done so, it reflects back to you through cortesy and respect, that you will see the same in your oponent, who uses you as his mirror, as he is yours. I don't know many people, who like to gaze into judgin eyes -- I studied theology and conversion, wanting to become a pastor. That was the first thing I learned, in how to have a conversation, that you should not judge other people. Although I was told, that most of them shall go to Hell; that I should not read some books, because they are infernal (I still read Thus spoke Zarathustra and found a soulmate for life) that in the end we shall previal and win etc. Basically what you hear in every movement or said by any coach before the big game. But what does it matter, then your facemask makes the horses sweat and the milk ferment (assumed of witches presence) and then have a lecture on how not to be a witch. People will surely follow you then!! Indeed. Halleluyah 

If you have corporeal punishment, it is a stronger chance you also have proper dialogue, because it has been whipped into your core, what priority is, and when who does get a say on what terms and how much. Then you wont be seeing one politician speak over another or simply talking the time off. Had I offered such disrespectful lip on my dinnertable towards my grandparens or mother, I would have lectured before and after every bite I took and corporeal punished. Respect starts from respecting yourself, that you hve certain groundrules how to act out, and what is your bottomline, then you see to it, how you lectuire others or if its your business even to do so. Sometimes less said is more good done, than saying something stupid and ruining everything 4 generations tried to build up. But how do you know, what is good or evil, if you never been punished for being edgy or disrespectful in your life and your first encounter with law was then you had to start serving your prison time, or then a commentator ripped your head off and shit in your neck, because you assumed all people think alike, and hence said something only a truebeliever of your sect could comprehend. People can come to the same conclusions and follow your narrative, but they mostly think differently!! That is the strength and weakness of democracy. Then it could also happen, you don't need to involve yourself in such methods, because a debate shall yield better results. 

Thus our parents should have privilege over our bodies, maybe even privilege over who we can marry (the old marriage hag should be reinstated -- the old spinster woman, wo goes looking for a proper woman for you, based on received criteria from your parents, on the marketplace, and knows who in the community is slutty or otherwise unworthy of marriage), then there will be no more problems with incels and unhinged activists. 

Sunday, October 23, 2022

Why so Sirius

 "Why so Serious?" people have asked me lots; put a smile on the face; 

some cream and sugar in your bitter coffee. Honey perhaps a slice of 

lemon on the rhim, to feel the grin on your chin. I vent Chile 

circumventing the thrill to deep chill in your abridged senseless overkill! 

I am as white as a raven goes, when Sirius was Black and fell through 

the mirror cracks -- the jars of cray unbroken in the clay masse distinction. 

What does a crayon want more then to be drawn off and written out -- Nirvana 

May the mokša and Kismet be with you, as the force majore embraces the meek. 

Why so Sirius -- so I could fit Orions belt and be Nimrod in Yahveh Sebaots gaze!!

The Canary in the mime

 We are like canaries in the mime, when others play mute sideshows; 

we will in the Light -- to do away the darkness, and then we die. 

There is no oxygen but oxynorons in the high mountains -- and honeydew. 

"Hang in there!" said my Monika to my Sayori and cut Yuri to pieces; 

while Natsuki was starving of despair, fatherless and friendless... 

You don't love memes anymore, overdosing on bingefeeded Moetubes 

and interludes of hagios virtuoso omnis impotentes imposantes sempre salutant!!

Unfazed of the death of Romantic needs and urges in Yourself to grow up and 

a pair of sixpacks in your fridge -- in the fringes still sobbing about your lost 

childhood and tortured Peter Pan, whos heart you cut out, to never bleed again. 

But this is your encore, the Final cut, why not breed with the fat ladybug; 

for the night, there gales met their mountains, to let it rip and grind -- Canary in the Mime!!

Crucial Fix

 I'm asphyxiated as Me fucked Myself and scorned I the crux on the suffix; 

as the Crusifix in my head and hands, melted away in the bland slogans: 

"Who am I, but Who Myself are Me art You?" Rate me; Grade me; berate me; 

slight me; blight me; as the angels lift me up weaponizes and kites me... 

The muttering Uterus, uttered some cuss, what sounded sus -- thus a Crusial fix 

had to give in the argus gloria mundi ave Moria deus profundi arcana Sophia!

Existance is futile

 Existance; -- Acceptance; Exitus Exiquus; 

Existance is futile, then grind is your booze. 

You win and you loose; youre a winner and snooze; 

until the navel gazes back in the ravine of your soul abused. 


Existance in Trance, for the fragrance of my Chemical Romance; 

as my diallect spills beans, I raise peanuts for your clothes buttons. 

The Alp wants to dance on your chest some canasta playing bakara; 

on a russian roulette, motherloading the ultimate orgasm from Kerouac 


Existance is clandestine, as angels are born and torn up every second of the hour; 

as you know what you will and deceive as you retreive what you deserve through 

sanities Blair. Being too sober, to let the Fool out, and show the emperors nudes. 

I scour in my minds last hour, for the maddened glee and cacophony 17 to 22 Sheckel!


Punk is Aqua Fons and the redeaming quality of every Bohemian to knock up Heathens moor; 

I want to grow some spores into your mush rooms, what neglected to dick a proper Richard. 

As straight as a jacket on a lantern, to make the crows scared of the scarce shadows verdict; 

addicted to the dictionary au contraire, ma fraire, never sorry for my french and german  manners. 


Existance is Torn into Madness and frivolouis serenity; sadness in the civil content of dying slowly. 

As your balls cannot push the dick to lionheart -- the asshole shows his ugly rear... and the doushe. 

Just zone out and embrace the ravine, the ravernous urge to jump and make the Fall and leaves... 

How else could you make tea, from the crushed remains of once lost souls, steamed up to date dares!!

Why Gods have always hated emancipated women, and why this is a Matriarhical thing.

 Its more of a random thought in the dark, than a coherent essay, thinking of the origins of Lilith in Judaism and Christian theology. It makes no sense, to create such cockblocks, unless you want your husband to have second thoughts about having  woman on the side. Its not very masculine to do such a thing, but very childish and feminine. If a man has a loose cannon, hes gonna blast anyway -- demon or not. Only women, would worry about loosing their offspring to the sluttening. 

If a man is successful, He can have many women, if a woman is succesful, she could have your Man!! Isn't it irroneus, that woeness is so feminine, and putting the woman on this sickly sweet smelled pedestal, there only sanctemoneus access is granted, in a language, which always is shifting and turning, like the tides of a void ocean in the dark. Also the insistance that everything should be gay and nonbinary just as previously in the book Crime and Punishment by Dostojevski they couldn't be a man, to crticize the Philosophies of Nietzche about the Superman. People have always craved for something not them, but safe!! There is no safe gold digging or discovering the frontier. Ask any historian. But then everything is discovered, some people, want to play Indiana Jones or Tomb Raider for fun or create demons for the same thrill, to see others have a panic attack and give all to the thright mob. There is something alluring and yet obnoxious about an independent woman. You don't marry someone, to find out on Saturday, that shes gone with the wind, like that woman in Shocolat. You want all women to be fragile and dependant -- women want that, because that is less competition!!  Because a married woman, don't compete for yours, but an independent emancipated one might. Or your man might drool for a something something, what the ordinary dont give... A song once said: "Good girls go to Heaven, bad girl go backstage!" it rings true. And because all the girls want to go backstage, demons like Lilith are created, so not many would dare, because there are bad thing like miscarriage and drug overdose; ghonorhea etc. Once a mans dick kicks in, he stops thinking, but a woman is always thinking, especially then her pussy kicks in... Maybe I should change my coffee... too stronk? Ah well :v 

Unstable

 Sleepwalking on the broom, my Little Witch game, for the Wild hunt unfased; 

miasmas in the dazed and confused out of place -- then I seethe you, lord Allmighty -- 

commemorating all lost souls, sold for fools gold, then Arons went Alien graze 

for New Torque and Old Lancaster sakes -- thus alien flames engulf and tame the haze. 

Bloody Konoha, your champions are killed by a fox spirit and frigthening

is the despair in the eyes of your scholars, as they teech: "Thou shalt not Kill!" Bling 

telling the sob story on the smallest moe violin, what an angel on a needles eye raised!! 


Lift up your hands not your spirits, ye Warriors of Christ, lift them up holding the Cup!

Bow down in front of the Lord and open like a suit of Armor, receiving your Victor!! 

You are the Shield and Sword, behold, make way for your Lord and Saviour -- Behold Buck; 

may your antlers be broken, be that pussy, you made your belittled brother serve, no fucks 

given, none received, its time to serve, and swerve out of light for darkness -- Doctor 

House, dost not treat the high and mighty but the lows and unsightly, Sarcasm rules, Proctor. 

No Academy, but True Life and no Gifts but the grifts ungiven to your honour and rubber duck. 


May wormwood enter thou and vinegar fill you to the brim, as you get stoned to Brimstone; 

the new family series about a Theologian family, who's son is fucking around in secret; 

while the father does pompous Sermons, while neglecting his dues as Father; little sister honed, 

cuts herself and auditions for a role as Little Red Riding Hoe on an OnlyFans, while boned 

by superstition and Tolerance, hands out cookies and pamfletes, to thiose, who come -- erect 

the next community member, to own up to all the bullshit, what needs to be done in prospect 31!

The Mother is a Karen, who can't stay out of otherman pants and business while too far gone...