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09-05-2001, 18:44:44: Psalms 1:1 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the wicked, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.
09-05-2001, 18:45:28: Psalms 1:2 - But his delight is in the law of YAHWEH; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
09-05-2001, 18:46:01: Psalms 1:3 - And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. HALLELUYAH!
09-05-2001, 19:26:51: I'm only one. But still, I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do. Edward Everett Hale
09-05-2001, 19:28:43: Nina Gordon- Hold on to me We’re the same and you don’t even know it We’re afraid and we try not to show it And you’re tired and i am too So there’s only one thing you can do You’ve got to hold me and tell me what you need And don’t be afraid of what you’re feeling when You know me then i’ll never want to leave you just Hold on to me When we’re apart I still feel together I still believe in a thing called forever But we’re drifting apart It’s true And it’s breaking my heart in two You’ve got to hold me and tell me what you need And don’t be ( don't be ) afraid of what you’ re feeling when You ( know me ) know me then i’ll never want to leave you just Hold on to me Hold on to me We’ll drive away where no one can find us It’s time to leave those dark days behind us In my dreams it’s always you So there’s only one thing we can do You’ve got to hold me and tell me what you need And don’t be ( don't be ) afraid of what you’ re feeling when You ( know me ) know me then i’ll never want to leave you just Hold on to me Just hold on to me Still believe in a thing called forever Still believe in a thing called forever Still believe
09-05-2001, 19:38:35: SCUM MANIFESTO -by Valerie Solanas -------------- Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex. It is now technically possible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the male has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the y(male) gene is an incomplete x(female) gene, that is, has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples. The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself,incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, of love, friendship, affection or tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the service of his drives and needs; he is incapable ofmental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes,he is capable of a large array of negative feelings - hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt- and moreover he is *aware* of what he is and isn't. Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piiece, but is instead eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and, third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure. Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he's lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is nontheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and, furthermore, pay for the opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that doesn't explain screwing corpses and babies. Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify, and filled with a vast, pervasive, diffuse sexuality, the male is psychically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto women, defines the male as active, then sets out to prove that he is ("prove he's a man"). His main means of attempting to prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing of a Big Piece). since he's attempting to prove an error, he must "prove" it again and again. Screwing, then, is a desperate, compulsive attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman; But he *is* passive and *does* want to be a woman. Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through and fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics - emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness, etc. - and projecting onto women all male traits - vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. It should be said though, that the male has one glaring area of superiority over the female - public relations. (He has done a brilliant job of convincing millions of women that men are women and women are men.) The male claim that females find fulfillment through motherhood and sexuality reflects what males think they'd find fulfilling if they were female. Women, in other words, don't have penis envy; men have pussy envy. When the male accepts his passivity, defines himself as a woman (males as well as females think men are women and women are men), and becomes a transvestite he loses his desire to screw (or to do anything else, for that matter; he fulfills himself as a drag queen) and gets his cock chopped off. He then achieves a continuous diffuse sexual feeling from "being a woman". Screwing is, for a man, a defense against his desire to be female. Sex is itself a sublimation. The male, because of his obsession to compensate for not being female combined with his inability to relate and to feel compassion, has made of the world a shitpile. He is responsible for: *War*: The male's normal method of compensation for not being female, namely, getting his Big Gun off, is grossly inadequate, as he can get it off only a very limited number of times; so he gets it off on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that he's a "Man". Since he has no compassion or ability to empathize or identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless number of lives, including his own - his own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of glory than plod grimly on for fifty more years. *Niceness*, *Politeness* and "*Dignity*": Every man, deep down, knows he's a worthless piece of shit. Overwhelmed by a sense of animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to express himself, but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity, the hate and contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from himself the hate and contempt he suspects other men feel for him; having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset by the least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to enforce a "social" code that ensures a perfect blandness, unsullied by the slightest trace of feeling or upsetting opinion. He uses terms like "copulate", "sexual congress", "have relations with" (to men, "*sexual* relations" is a redundancy), overlaid with stilted manners; the suit on the chimp. *Money*, *Marriage and Prostitution*, *Work and Prevention of an Automated Society*: There is no human reason for money or for anyone to work more than two or three hours a week at the very most. All non-creative jobs (practically all jobs now being done) could have been automated long ago, and in a moneyless society everyone can have as much of the best of everything as she wants. But there are non-human, male reasons for maintaining the money-work system: 1. Pussy. Despising his highly inadequate self, overcome with intense anxiety and a deep, profound loneliness when by his empty self, desperate to attach himself to any female in the dim hopes of completing himself, in the mystical belief that by touching gold he'll turn to gold, the male craves the continuous companionship of women. The company of the lowest female is preferable to his own or that of other men, who serve only to remind him of his repulsiveness. But females, unless very young or very sick, must be coerced or bribed into male company. 2. Supply the non-relating male with the delusion of usefulness, and enable him to try to justify his existence by digging holes and filling them up. Leisure time horrifies the male, who will have nothing to do but contemplate his grotesque self. Unable to relate or to love, the male must work. Females crave absorbing, emotionally satisfying, meaningful activity, but lacking the opportnity or ability for this, they prefer to idle and waste away their time in ways of their own choosing - sleeping, shopping, bowling, shooting pool, playing cards and other games, breeding, reading, walking around, daydreaming, eating, playing with themselves, popping pills, going to the movies, getting analyzed, traveling, raising dogs and cats, lolling on the beach, swimming, watching T.V., listening to music, decorating their houses, gardening, sewing, nightclubbing, dancing, visiting, "improving their minds" (taking courses), and absorbing "culture" (lectures, plays, concerts, "arty" movies). Therefore, many females would, even assuming complete economic equality between the sexes, prefer living with males or peddling their asses on the street thus having most of their time for themselves, to spending many hours of their days doing boring, stultifying, non-creative work for somebody else, functioning as less than animals, as machines, or, at best, - if able to get a "good" job - co-managing the shitpile. What will liberate women, therefore, from male control is the total elimination of the money-work system, not the attainment of economic equality with men within it. 3. Power and control. Unmasterful in his personal relations with women, the male attains to general masterfulness by the manipulation of money and of everything and everybody controlled by money, in other words, of everything and everybody. 4. Love substitute. Unable to give love or affection, the male gives money. It makes him fell motherly. The mother gives milk; he gives bread. He is the Breadwinner. 5. Provides the male with a goal. Incapable of enjoying the moment, the male needs something to look forward to, and money provides him with an eternal, never-ending goal: Just think what you could do with 80 trillion dollars - Invest it! And in three years time you'd have 300 trillion dollars!!! 6. Provides the basis for the male's major opportunity to control and manipulate - fatherhood. *Fatherhood and Mental Illness (fear, cowardice, timidity, humility, insecurity, passivity)*: Mother wants what's best for her kids; Daddy only wants what's best for Daddy, that is peace and quiet, pandering to his delusion of dignity ("respect"), a good reflection on himself (status) and the opportunity to control and manipulate, or, if he's an "enlightened" father, to "give guidance". His daughter, in addition, he wants sexually - he gives her *hand* in marriage; the other part is for him. Daddy, unlike Mother, can never give in to his kids, as he must, at all costs, preserve his delusion of decisiveness, forcefulness, always-rightness and strength. Never getting one's way leads to a lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with the world and to a passive acceptance of the status quo. Mother loves her kids, although she sometimes gets angry, but anger blows over quickly and even while it exists, doesn't preclude love and basic acceptance. Emotionally diseased Daddy doesn't love his kids; he approves of them - if they're "good", that is, if they're nice, "respectful", obedient, subservient to his will, quiet and not given to unseemly displays of temper that would be most upsetting to Daddy's easily disturbed male nervous system - in other words, if they're passive vegetables. If they're not "good", he doesn't get angry - not if he's a modern "civilized" father (the old-fashioned ranting, raving brute is preferable, as he is so ridiculous he can be easily despised) - but rather expresses disapproval, a state that, unlike anger, endures and precludes a basic acceptance, leaving the kid with a feeling of worthlessness and a lifelong obsession with being approved of; the result is fear of independent thought, as this leads to unconventional, disapproved of opinions and way of life. For the kid to want Daddy's approval it must respect Daddy, and, being garbage, Daddy can make sure that he is respected only by remaining aloof, by distantness, by acting on the precept "familiarity breeds contempt", which is, of course, true, if one is contemptible. By being distant and aloof, he is able to remain unknown, mysterious, and, thereby, to inspire fear ("respect"). Disapproval of emotional "scenes" leads to fear of strong emotion, fear of one's own anger and hatred, and to a fear of facing reality, as facing it leads at first to anger and hatred. Fear of anger and hatred combined with a lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with and change the world, or even to affect in the slightest way one's own destiny, leads to a mindless belief that the world and most people in it are nice and that the most banal, trivial amusements are great fun and deeply pleasurable. The effect of fatherhood on males, specifically, is to make them "Men", that is, highly defensive of all impulses to passivity, faggotry, and of desires to be female Every boy wants to imitate his mother, be her, fuse with her, but Daddy forbids this; *he* is the mother; *he* gets to fuse with her. So he tells the boy, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, to not be a sissy, to act like a "Man". The boy, scared shitless of and "respecting" his father, complies, and becomes just like Daddy, that the model of "Man"-hood, the all-American ideal - the well-behaved heterosexual dullard. The effect of fatherhood on females is to make them male - dependent, passive, domestic, animalistic, nice, insecure, approval and security seekers, cowardly, humble, "respectful" of authorities and men, closed, not fully responsive, half dead, trivial, dull, conventional, flattened out and thoroughly contemptible. Daddy's Girl, always tense and fearful, uncool, unanalytical, lacking objectivity, appraises Daddy, and thereafter, other men, against a background of fear ("respect") and is not only unable to see the empty shell behind the aloof facade, but accepts the male definition of himself as superior, as a female, and of herself, as inferior, as a male, which, thanks to Daddy, she really is. It is the increase of father hood, resulting from the increased and widespread affluence that fatherhood needs in order to thrive, that has caused the general increase of mindlessness and the decline of women in the United States since the 1920s. Thhe close association of affluence with father hood has led, for the most part, to only the wrong girls, namely, the "privileged" middle-class girls, getting "educated". The effect of fathers, in sum, has been to corrode the world with maleness. The male has a negative Midas tough - everything he touches turns to shit. *Suppression of Individuality, Animalism (domesticity and motherhood) and Functionalism*: The male is just a bundle of conditioned reflexes, incapable of a mentally free response; he is tied to his early conditioning, determined completely by his past experiences. His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he is throughout his life tied to her. It never becomes completely clear to the male that he is not part of his mother, that he is he and she is she. His greatest need is to be guided, sheltered, protected and admired by Mama (men expect women to adore what men shrink from in horror - themselves) and, being completely physical, he yearns to spend his time (that's not spent "out in the world" grimly defending against his passivity) wallowing in basic animal activities - eating, sleeping relaxing and being soothed by Mama. Passive, rattle-headed Daddy's Girl, ever eager for approval, for a pat on the head, for the "respect" of any passing piece of garbage is easily reduced to Mama, mindless ministrator to physical needs, soother of the weary, apey brow, booster of the puny ego, appreciator of the contemptible, a hot water bottle with tits. The reduction to animals of the women of the most backward segment of society - the "privileged, educated" middle-class, the backwash of humanity - where Daddy reigns supreme, has been so thorough that they try to groove on labor pains and lie around in the most advanced nation in the world in the middle of the twentieth century with babies chomping away on their tits. It's not for the kids' sake, though, that the "experts" tell women that Mama should stay at home and grovel in animalism, but for Daddy's; the tit's for Daddy to hang onto; the labour pains for Daddy to vicariously groove on (half dead, he needs awfully strong stimuli to make him respond). Reducing the female to an animal, to Mama, to a male, is necessary for psychological as well as practical reasons: the male is a mere member of the species, interchangeable with every other male. He has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from what intrigues you, what outside yourself absorbs you, what you're in relation to. Completely self-absorbed, capable of being in relation only to their bodies and physical sensations, males differ from each other only to the degree and in the ways they attempt to defend themselves against their passivity and their desire to be female. The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which he doesn't comprehend and isn't capable of relating to or grasping emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with envy. So he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of his or her function or use, assigning to himself, of course, the most important functions - doctor, president, scientist - thereby providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries to convince himself and women (he's succeeded best at convincing women) that the female function is to bear and raise children and to relax, comfort and boost the ego of the male; that her function is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female. In actual fact, the female function is to relate, groove, love and be herself, irreplaceable by anyone else; the male funciton is to produce sperm. We now have sperm banks. In actual fact the female function is to explore, discover, invent, solve problems, crack jokes, make music - all with love. In other words, create a magic world. *Prevention of Privacy*: Although the male, being ashamed of what he is and of almost everything he does, insists on privacy and secrecy in all aspects of his life, he has no real *regard* for privacy. Being empty, not being a complete, separate being, having no self to groove on and needing to be constantly in female company, he sees nothing at all wrong in intruding himself on any woman's thoughts, even a total stranger's, anywhere at any time, but rather feels indignant and insulted when put down for doing so, as well as confused - he can't, for the life of him, understand why anyone would prefer so much as one minute of solitude to the company of any creep around. Wanting to become a woman, he strives to be constantly around females, which is the closest he can get to becoming one, so he created a "society" based on the family - a male-female couple and their kids (the excuse for the family's existence), who live virtually on top of one another, unscrupulously violating the females' rights, privacy and sanity. *Isolation, Suburbs and Prevention of Community*. Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units. desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave him if she is exposed to other men or to anything remotely resembling life, the male seeks to isolate her from other men and from what little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the suburbs, a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids. Isolation enables him to try to maintain his pretense of being an individual by becoming a "rugged individualist", a loner, equating non-co-operation and solitariness with individuality. There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every man is an island. Trapped inside himself, emotionally isolated, unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization, people, cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate to people. So, like a scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging Daddy's little asshole along with him to the wilderness, the suburbs, or, in the case of the "hippie" - he's way out, Man! - all the way out to the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute. The "hippie", whose desire to be a "Man", a "rugged indindualist", isn't quite as strong as the average man's, and who, in addition, is excited by the thought of having lots of women accessible him, rebels against the harshness of a Breadwinner's life and the monotony of one woman. In the name of sharing and co-operation, he forms the commune or tribe, which, for all its togetherness and partly because of it (the commune, being an extended family, is an extended violation of the females' rights, privacy and sanity) is no more a community than normal "society". A true community consists of individuals-not mere species members, not couples-respecting each other's individuality and privacy, at the same time interacting with each other mentally and emotionally-free spirits in free relation to each other-and co- perating with each other to achieve common ends. Traditionalists say the basic unit of "society" is the family; "hippies" say the tribe; no one says the individual. The "hippie" babbles on about individuality, but has no more conception of it than any other man. He desires to get back to Nature back to the wilderness, back to the home of the furry animals that he's one of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare beginning of civilization, to live at the species level, his time taken up with simple, non-intellectual activities - farming, fucking, bead stringing. The most important activity of the commune, the one on which it is based, is gangbanging. The "hippie" is enticed to the commune mainly by the prospect of all the free pussy - the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking but, blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he has to share with, or the jealousies and possessiveness of the pussies themselves. Men cannot co-operate to achieve a common end, because each man's end is all the pussy for himself. The commune, therefore, is doomed to failure: each "hippie" will, in panic, grab the first simpleton who digs him and whisk her off to the suburbs as fast as he can. The male cannot progress socially, but merely swings back and forth from isolation to gangbanging. *Conformity*: Although he wants to be an individual, the male is scared of anything in himself that is the slightest bit different from other men; it causes him to suspect that he's not really a "Man", that he's passive and totally sexual, a highly upsetting suspicion. If other men are A and he's not, he must not be a man; he must be a fag. So he tries to affirm his "Manhood" by being like all the other men. differentness in other men, as well as in himself, threatens him; it means they're fags whom he must at all costs avoid, so he tries to make sure that all other men conform. The male dares to be different to the degree that he accepts his passivity and his desire to be female, his fagginess. The farthest out male is the drag queen, but he, although different from most men, is exactly like all other drag queens; like the functionalist, he has an identity - he is a female. He tries to define all his troubles away - but still no individuality. Not completely convinced that he's a woman, highly insecure about being sufficiently female, he conforms compulsively to the man-made feminine stereotype, ending up as nothing but a bundle of stilted mannerisms. To be sure he's a "Man", the male must see to it that the female be clearly a "Woman", the opposite of a "Man", that is, the female must act like a faggot. And Daddy's Girl, all of whose female instincts were wrenched out of her when little, easily and obligingly adapts herself to the role. *Authority and Government*: Having no sense of right or wrong, no conscience, which can only stem from an ability to empathize with others....having no faith in his non-existent self, being necessarily competitive and, by nature, unable to co-operate, the male feels a need for external guidance and control. So he created authorities - priests, experts, bosses, leaders, etc. - and govemment. Wanting the female (Mama) to guide him, but unable to accept this fact (he is, after all, a MAN), wanting to play Woman, to usurp her function as Guider and Protector, he sees to it that all authorities are male. There's no reason why a society consisting of rational beings capable of empathizing with each other, complete and having no natural reason to compete, should have a government, laws or leaders. *Philosophy, Religion and Morality Based on Sex*: The male's inability to relate to anybody or anything makes his life pointlcss and meaningless (the ultimate male insight is that life is absurd), so he invented philosophy and religion. Being empty, he looks outward, not only for guidance and control, but for salvation and for the meaning of life. Happiness being for him impossible on this earth, he invented Heaven. For a man, having no ability to empathise with others and being totally sexual, "wrong" is sexual "licence" and engaging in "deviant" ("unmanly") sexual practices, that is, not defending against his passivity and total sexuality which, if indulged, would destroy "civilization", since "civilization" is based entirely on the male need to defend himself against these characteristics. For a woman (according to men), "wrong" is any behaviour that would entice men into sexual "license" - that is, not placing male needs above her own and not being a faggot. Religion not only provides men with a goal (Heaven) and helps keep women tied to men, but offers rituals through which he can try to expiate the guilt and shame he feels at not defending himself enough against his sexual impulses; in essence, that guilt and shame he feels at being a male. Most men, utterly cowardly, project their inherent weaknesses onto women, label them female weaknesses and believe themselves to have female strengths; most philosophers, not quite so cowardly, face the fact that male lacks exist in men, but still can't face the fact that they exist in men only. So they label the male condition the Human Condition, pose their nothingness problem, which horrifies them, as a philosophical dilemma, thereby giving stature to their animalism, grandiloquently label their nothingness their "Identity Problem", and proceed to prattle on pompously about the "Crisis of the Individual", the "Essence of Being", "Existence Preceding Essence", "Existential Modes of Being", etc., etc. A woman not only takes her identity and individuality for granted, but knows instinctively that the only wrong is to hurt others, and that the meaning of life is love. *Prejudice (racial, ethnic, religious, etc.)*: The male needs scapegoats onto whom he can project his failings and inadequacies and upon whom he can vent his frustration at not being female. And the various discriminations have the practical advantage of substantially increasing the pussy pool available to the men on top. *Competition, Prestige, Status, Formal Education, Ignorance and Social and Economic Classes*: Having an obsessive desire to be admired by women, but no intrinsic worth, the male constructs a highly artificial society enabling him to appropriate the appearance of worth through money, prestige, "high" social class, degrees, professional position and knowledge and, by pushing as many other men as possible down professionally, socially, economically, and educationally. The purpose of "higher" education is not to educate but to exclude as many as possible from the various professions. The male, totally physical, incapable of mental rapport, although able to understand and use knowledge and ideas, is unable to relate to them, to grasp them emotionally; he does not value knowledge and ideas for their own sake (they're just means to ends) and, consequently, feels no need for mental companions, no need to cultivate the intellectual potentialities of others. On the contrary, the male has a vested interest in ignorance; it gives the few knowledgeable men a decided edge on the unknowledgeable ones and, besides, the male knows that an enlightened, aware female population will mean the end of him. The healthy, conceited female wants the company of equals whom she can respect and groove on; the male and the sick, insecure, unself-confident male female crave the company of worms. No genuine social revolution can be accomplished by the male, as the male on top wants the status quo, and all the male on the bottom wants is to be the male on top. The male "rebel" is a farce; this is the male's "society", made by him to satisfy his needs. He's never satisfied, because he's not capable of being satisfied. Ultimately, what the male "rebel" is rebelling against is being male. The male changes only when forced to do so by technology, when he has no choice, when "society" reaches the stage where he must change or die. We're at that stage now; if women don't get their asses in gear fast, we may very well all die. *Prevention of Conversation*: Being completely self-centered and unable to relate to anything outside himself, the male's "conversation", when not about himself, is an impersonal droning on, removed from anything of human value. Male "intellectual conversation" is a strained, compulsive attempt to impress the female. Daddy's Girl, passive, adaptable, respectful of and in awe of the male, allows him to impose his hideously dull chattcr on her. This is not too difficult for her, as the tension and anxiety, the lack of cool, the insecurity and self-doubt, the unsureness of her own feelings and sensations that Daddy instilled in her make her perceptions superficial and render her unable to see that the male's babble is a babble; like the aesthete "appreciating" the blob that's labeled "Great Art", she believes she's grooving on what bores the shit out of her. Not only does she permit his babble to dominate, she adapts her own "conversation" accordingly. Trained from early childhood in niceness, politeness and "dignity", in pandering to the male need to disguise his animalism she obligingly reduces her "conversation" to small talk, a bland insipid avoidance of any topic beyond the utterly trivial - or, if "educated" to "intellectual" discusssion, that is, impersonal discoursing on irrelevant abstractions - the Gross National Product the Common Market, the influence of Rimbaud on symbolist painting. So adept is she at pandering that it eventually becomes second nature and she continues to pander to men even when in the company of other females only. Apart from pandering, her "conversation" is further limited by her insecurity about expressing deviant, original opinions and the self-absorption based on insecurity and that prevents her conversation from being charming. Niceness, politeness, "dignity", insecurity and self-absorption are hardly conducive to intensity and wit, qualities a conversation must have to be worthy of the name. Such conversation is hardly rampant, as only completely self-confident, arrogant, outgoing, proud, tough-minded females are capable of intense, bitchy, witty conversation. *Prevention of Friendship (Love)*: Men have contempt for themselves, for all other men whom they contemplate more than casually and whom they do not think are females, (for example, "sympathetic" analysts and "Great Artists") or agents of God and for all women who respect and pander to them; the insecure, approval-seeking, pandering male females have contempt for themselves and for all women like them; the self-confident, swinging, thrill-seeking female females have contempt for men and for the pandering male females. In short, contempt is the order of the day. Love is not dependency or sex, but friendship, and, therefore, love can't exist between two males, between a male and a female or between two females, one or both of whom is a mindless, insecure, pandering male; like conversation, love can exist only between two secure, free-wheeling, independent, groovy female females, since friendship is based on respect, not contempt. Even among groovy females deep friendships seldom occur in adulthood, as almost all of them are either tied up with men in order to survive economically, or bogged down in hacking their way through the jungle and in trying to keep their heads above the amorphous mass. Love can't flourish in a society based on money and meaningless work; it requires complete economic as well as personal freedom, leisure time and the opportunity to engage in intensely absorbing, emotionally satisfying activities which, when shared with those you respect, lead to deep friendship. Our "society" provides practically no opportunity to engage in such activities. Having stripped the world of conversation, friendship and love, the male offers us these paltry substitutes: *"Great Art" and "Culture"*: The male "artist" attempts to solve his dilemma of not being able to live, of not being female, by constructing a highly artificial world in which the male is heroized, that is, displays female traits, and the female is reduced to highly limited, insipid subordinate roles, that is, to being male. The male "artistic" aim being, not to communicate (having nothing inside him, he has nothing to say), but to disguise his animalism, he resorts to symbolism and obscurity ("deep stuff"). The vast majority of people, particularly the "educated" ones, lacking faith in their own judgement, humble, respectful of authority ("Daddy knows best" is translated into adult language as "Critic knows best", "Writer knows best", "Ph.D knows best"), are easily conned into believing that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, ambiguity and boredom are marks of depth and brilliance. "Great Art" proves that men are superior to women, that men are women, being labeled "Great Art", almost all of which, as the anti- feminists are fond of reminding us, was created by men. We know that "Great Art" is great because male authorities have told us so, and we can't claim otherwise, as only those with exquisite sensitivities far superior to ours can perceive and appreciate the greatness, the proof of their superior sensitivity being that they appreciate the slop that they appreciate. Appreciating is the sole diversion of the "cultivated"; passive and incompetent, lacking imagination and wit, they must try to make do with that; unable to create their own diversions, to create a little world of their own, to affect in the smallest way their environments, they must accept what's given; unable to create or relate, they spectate. Absorbing "culture" is a desperate, frantic attempt to groove in an ungroovy world, to escape the horror of a sterile, mindless existence. "Culture" provides a sop to the egos of the incompetent, a means of rationalizing passive spectating; they can pride themselves on their ability to appreciate the "finer" things, to see a jewel where there is only a turd (they want to be admired for admiring). Lacking faith in their ability to change anything, resigned to the status quo, they have to see beauty in turds because, so far as they can see, turds are all they'll ever have. The veneration of "Art" and "Culture" - besides leading many women into boring, passive activity that distracts from more important and rewarding activities, from cultivating active abilities and leads to the constant intrusion on our sensibilities of pompous dissertations on the deep beauty of this and that turd. This allows the "artist" to be set up as one possessing superior feelings, perceptions, insights and judgments, thereby undermining the faith of insecure women in the value and validity of their own feelings, perceptions, insights and judgments, The male, having a very limited range of feelings and, consequently, very limited perceptions, insights and judgments, needs the "artist" to guide him, to tell him what life is all about. But the male "artist", being totally sexual, unable to relate to anything beyond his own physical sensations, having nothing to express beyond the insight that for the male life is meaningless and absurd, cannot be an artist. How can he who is not capable of life tell us what life is all about? A "male artist" is a contradiction in terms. A degenerate can only produce degenerate "art". The true artist is every self-confident, healthy female, and in a female society the only Art, the only Culture, will be conceited, kookie, funky females grooving on each other and on everything else in the universe. *Sexuality*: Sex is not part of a relationship; on the contrary, it is a solitary experience, non-creative, a gross waste of time. The female can easily - far more easily than she may think - condition away her sex drive, leaving her completely cool and cerebral and free to pursue truly worthy relationships and activities; but the male, who seems to dig women sexually and who seeks constantly to arouse them, stimulates the highly-sexed female to frenzies of lust, throwing her into a sex bag from which few women ever escape. The lecherous male excited the lustful female; he has to - when the female transcends her body, rises above animalism, the male, whose ego consists of his cock, will disappear. Sex is the refuge of the mindless. And the more mindless the woman, the more deeply embedded in the male "culture", in short, the nicer she is, the more sexual she is. The nicest women in our "society" are raving sex maniacs. But being just awfully, awfully nice they don't, of course, descend to fucking-that's uncouth-rather they make love, commune by means of their bodies and establish sensual rapport; the literary ones are attuned to the throb of Eros and attain a clutch upon the Universe; the religious have spiritual communion with the Divine Sensualism; the mystics merge with the Erotic Principle and blend with the Cosmos, and thc acid heads contact their erotic cells. On the other hand, those females least embedded in the male "Culture", the least nice, those crass and simple souls who reduce fucking to fucking, who are too childish for the grown-up world of suburbs, mortgages, mops and baby shit, too selfish to raise kids and husbands, too uncivilized to give a shit for anyone's opinion of them, too arrogant to respect Daddy, the "Greats" or the deep wisdom of the Ancients, who trust only their animal, gutter instincts, who equate Culture with chicks, whose sole diversion is prowling for emotional thrills and excitement, who are given to disgusting, nasty, upsetting "scenes", hateful, violent bitches given to slamming those who unduly irritate them in the teeth, who'd sink a shiv into a man's chest or ram an icepick up his asshole as soon as look at him, if they knew they could get away with it, in short, those who, by the standards of our "culture" are SCUM....these females are cool and relatively cerebral and skirting asexuality. Unhampered by propriety, niceness, discretion, public opinion, "morals", the "respect" of assholes, always funky, dirty, low-down SCUM gets around....and around and around....they've seen the whole show - every bit of it - the fucking scene, the sucking scene, the dyke scene - they've covered the whole waterfront, been under every dock and pier - the peter pier, the pussy pier....you've got to go through a lot of sex to get to anti-sex, and SCUM's been through it all, and they're now ready for a new show; they want to crawl out from under the dock, move, take off, sink out. But SCUM doesn't yet prevail; SCUM's still in the gutter of our "society", which, if it's not deflected from its present course and if the Bomb doesn't drop on it, will hump itself to death. *Boredom*: Life in a "society" made by and for creatures who, when they are not grim and depressing are utter bores, can only be, when not grim and depressing, an utter bore. *Secrecy, Censorship, Suppression of Knowledge and Ideas, and Expose's*: Every male's deep-seated, secret, most hideous fear is the fear of being discovered to be not a female, but a male, a subhuman animal. Although niceness, politeness and "dignity" suffice to prevent is exposure on a personal level, in order to prevent the general exposure of the male sex as a whole and to maintain his unnatural dominant position in "society", the male must resort to: l. Censorship. Responding reflexly to isolated words and phrases rather than cerebrally to overall meanings, the male attempts to prevent the arousal and discovery of his animalism by censoring not only "pornography", but any work containing "dirty" words, no matter in what context they are used. 2. Suppression of all ideas and knowledge that might expose him or threaten his dominant position in "society". Much biological and psychological data is suppressed, because it is proof of the male's gross inferiority to the female. Also, the problem of mental illness will never be solved while the male maintains control, because first, men have a vested interest in it-only females who have very few of their marbles will allow males the slightest bit of control over anything, and second, the male cannot admit to lhe role that fatherhood plays in causing mental illncss. 3. Expose's. The male's chief delight in life - insofar as the dense, grim male can ever be said to delight in anything - is in exposing others. It doesn't much matter what they're exposed as, so long as they're exposed; it distracts attention from himself. Exposing others as enemy agents (Communists and Socialists) is one of his favorite pastimes, as it removes the source of the threat to him not only from himself, but from the country and the Western world. The bugs up his ass aren't in him; they're in Russia. *Distrust*: Unable to empathize or feel affection or loyalty, being exclusively out for himself, the male has no sense of fair play; cowardly, needing constantly to pander to the female to win her approval, that he is helpless without, always on edge lest his animalism, his maleness be discovered, always needing to cover up, he must lie constantly; being empty, he has no honor or integrity - he doesn't know what those words mean. The male, in short, is treacherous, and the only appropriate attitude in a male "society" is cynicism and distrust. *Ugliness*: Being totally sexual, incapable of cerebral or aesthetic responses, totally materialistic and greedy, the male, besides inflicting on the world "Great Art", has decorated his unlandscaped cities with ugly buildings (both inside and out), ugly decors, billboards, highways, cars, garbage trucks and, most notably, his own putrid self. *Hate and Violence*: The male is eaten up with tension, with frustration at not being female, at not being capable of ever achieving satisfaction or pleasure of any kind; eaten up with hate - not rational hate that is directed against those who abuse or insult you - but irrational, indiscriminate hate....hatred, at bottom, of his own worthless self. Gratuitous violence, besides "proving" he is a "Man", serves as an outlet for his hate and, in addition - the male being capable only of sexual responses and needing very strong stimuli to stimulate his half-dead self - provides him with a little sexual thrill. *Disease and Death*: All diseases are curable, and the aging process and death are due to disease; it is possible, therefore, never to age and to live forever. In fact, the problems of aging and death could be solved within a few years, if an all-out, massive scientific assault were made on the problem. This, however, will not occur within the male establishment, because: 1. The many male scientists who shy away from biological research, terrified of the discovery males are females, and show marked preference for virile, "manly" war and death programs. 2. The discouragement of many potential scientists from scientific careers by the rigidity, boringness, expensiveness, time-consumingness and unfair exclusivity of our "higher" educational system. 3. Propaganda disseminated by insecure male professionals, who jealously guard their positions, so that only a highly select few can comprehend abstract scientific concepts. 4. Widespread lack of self-confidence brought about by the father system that discourages many talented girls from becoming scientists. 5. Lack of automation. There now exists a wealth of data which, if sorted out and correlated, would reveal the cure for cancer and several other diseases and possibly the key to life itself. But the data is so massive it requires high speed computers to correlate it all. The institution of computers will be delayed interminably under the male control system, since the male has a horror of being replaced by machines. 6. The money system's insatiable need for new products. Most of the few scientists around who aren't working on death programs are tied up doing research for corporations. 7. The male likes death - it excitees him sexually and, already dead inside, he wants to die. 8. The bias of the money system for the least creative scientists. Most scientists come from at least relatively affluent families where Daddy reigns supreme. Incapable of a positive state of happiness, which is the only thing that can justify one's existence, the male is, at best, relaxed, comfortable, neutral, and this condition is extremely short-lived, as boredom, a negative state, soon sets in; he is, therefore, doomed to an existence of suffering relieved only by occasional, fleeting stretches of restfulness, which state he can achieve only at the expense of some female. The male is, by his very nature, a leech, an emotional parasite and, therefore, not ethically entitled to live, as no one has the right to live at someone else's expense. Just as humans have a prior right to existence over dogs by virtue of being more highly evolved and having a superior consciousness so women have a prior right to existence over men. The elimination of any male is, therefore, a righteous and good act, an act highly beneficial to women as well as an act of mercy. However, this moral issue will eventually be rendered academic by the fact that the male is gradually eliminating himself. In addition to engaging in the time-honored and classical wars and race-riots, men are more and more either becoming fags or are obliterating themselves through drugs. The female, whether she likes it or not, will eventually take complete charge, if for no other reason than that he will have to - the male, for practical purposes, won't exist. Accelerating this trend is the fact that more and more males are acquiring enlightened self-interest; they're realizing more and more that the female interest is their interest, that they can live only through the female and that the more the female is encouraged to live, to fulfill herself, to be a female and not a male, the more nearly he lives; he's coming to see that it's easier and more satisfactory to live through her than to try to become her and usurp her qualities, claim them as his own, push the female down and claim she's a male. The fag, who accepts his maleness, that is, his passivily and total sexuality, his femininity, is also best served by women being truly female, as it would then be easier for him to be male, feminine. If men were wise they would seek to become really female, would do intensive biological research that would lead to men, by means of operations on the brain and nervous system, being able to be transformed in psyche, as well as body, into women. Whether to continue to use females for reproduction or to reproduce in the laboratory will also become academic: what will happen when every female, twelve and over, is routinely taking the Pill and there are no longer any accidents? How many women will deliberately get or (if an accident) remain pregnant? No, Virginia, women don't just adore being brood mares, despite what the mass of robot, brainwashed women will say. When society consists of only the fully conscious the answer will be none. Should a certain percentage of women be set aside by force to serve as brood mares for the species? Obviously this will not do. The answer is laboratory production of babies. As for the issue of whether or not to continue to reproduce males, it doesn't follow that because the male, like (disease, has always existed among us that he should continue to exist. When genetic control is possible - and it soon will be - it goes without saying that we should produce only whole, complete beings, not physical defects or deficiencies, including emotional deficiencies, such as maleness. Just as the deliberate production of blind people would be highly immoral, so would be the deliberale production of emotional cripples. Why produce even females? Why should there be future generations? What is their purpose? When aging and death are eliminated, why continue to reproduce? Why should we care what happens when we're dead? Why should we care that there is no younger generation to succeed us? Eventually the natural course of events, of social evolution, will lead to total female control of the world and, subsequently, to the cessation of the production of males and, ultimately, to the cessation of the production of females. But SCUM is impatient; SCUM is not consoled by the thought that future generations will thrive; SCUM wants to grab some thrilling living for itself. And, if a large majority of women were SCUM, they could acquire complete control of this country within a few weeks simply by withdrawing from the labor force, thereby paralyzing the entire nation. Additional measures, any one of which would be sufficient to completely disrupt the economy and everything else, would be for women to declare themselves off the money system, stop buying, just loot and simply refuse to obey all laws they don't care to obey. The police force, National Guard, Army, Navy and Marines combined couldn't squelch a rebellion of over half the population, particularly when it's made up of people they are utterly helpless without. If all women simply left men, refused to have anything to do with any of them - ever, all men, the government, and the national economy would collapse completely. Even without leaving men, women who are aware of the extent of their superiority to and power over men, could acquire complete control over everything within a few weeks, could effect a total submission of males to females. In a sane society the male would trot along obediently after the female. The male is docile and easily led, easily subjected to the domination of any female who cares to dominate him. The male, in fact, wants desperately to be led by females, wants Mama in charge, wants to abandon himself to her care. But this is not a sane society, and most women are not even dimly aware of where they're at in relation to men The conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM - dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe, who have free-wheeled to the limits of this "society" and are ready to wheel on to something far beyond what it has to offer - and nice, passive, accepting, "cultivated", polite, dignified, subdued, dependent, scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seeking Daddy's Girls, who can't cope with the unknown, who want to continue to wallow in the sewer that is, at least, familiar, who want to hang back with the apes, who feel secure only with Big Daddy standing by, with a big, strong man to lean on and with a fat, hairy face in the White House, who are too cowardly to face up to the hideous reality of what a man is, what Daddy is, who have cast their lot with the swine, who have adapted themselves to animalism, feel superficially comfortable with it and know no other way of "life", who have reduced their minds, thoughts and sights to the male level, who, lacking sense, imagination and wit can have value only in a male "society", who can have a place in the sun, or, rather, in the slime, only as soothers, ego boosters, relaxers and breeders, who are dismissed as inconsequents by other females, who project their deficiencies, their maleness, onto all females and see the female as a worm. But SCUM is too impatient to hope and wait for the de-brainwashing of millions of assholes. Why should the swinging females continue to plod dismally along with the dull male ones? Why should the fates of the groovy and the creepy be intertwined? Why should the active and imaginative consult the passive and dull on social policy? Why should the independent be confined to the sewer along with the dependent who need Daddy to cling to? A small handful of SCUM can take over the country within a year by systematically fucking up the system, selectively destroying property, and murder: SCUM will become members of the unwork force, the fuck-up force; they will get jobs of various kinds and unwork. For example, SCUM salesgirls will not charge for merchandise; SCUM telephone operators will not charge for calls; SCUM office and factory workers in addition to fucking up their work, will secretly destroy equipment. SCUM will unwork at a job until fired, then get a new job to unwork at. SCUM will forcibly relieve bus drivers, cab drivers and subway token sellers of their jobs and run buses and cabs and dispense free tokens to the public. SCUM will destroy all useless and harmful objects - cars, store windows, "Great Art", etc. Eventually SCUM will take over the air-waves - radio and TV networks - by forcibly relieving of their jobs all radio and TV employees who would impede SCUM's entry into the broadcasting studios. SCUM will couple-bust - barge into mixed (male-female) couples, wherever they are, and bust them up. SCUM will kill all men who are not in the Men's Auxiliary of SCUM. Men in the Men's Auxiliary are those men who are working diligently to eliminate themselves, men who, regardless of their motives, do good, men who are playing ball with SCUM. A few examples of the men in the Men's Auxiliary are: men who kill men; biological scientists who are working on constructive programs, as opposed to biological warfare; journalists, writers, editors, publishers and producers who disseminate and promote ideas that will lead to the achievement of SCUM's goals; faggots who, by their shimmering, flaming example, encourage other men to de-man themselves and thereby make themselves relatively inoffensive; men who consistently give things away - money, things, services; men who tell it like it is (so far not one ever has), who put women straight, who reveal the truth about themselves, who give the mindless male females correct sentences to parrot, who tell them a woman's primary goal in life should be to squash the male sex (to aid men in this endeavor SCUM will conduct Turd Sessions, at which every male present will give a speech beginning with the sentence:" I am a turd, a lowly, abject turd," then proceed to list all the ways in which he. His reward for so doing will be the opportunity to fraternize after the session for a whole, solid hour with the SCUM who will be present. Nice, clean-living male women will be invited to the sessions to help clarify any doubts and misunderstandings they may have about the male sex); makers and promoters of sex books and movies, etc, who are hastening the day when all that will be shown on the screen will be Suck and Fuck (males, like the rats following the Pied Piper, will be lured by Pussy to their doom, will be overcome and submerged by and will eventually drown in the passive flesh that they are); drug pushers and advocates, who are hastening the dropping out of men. Being in the Men's Auxiliary is a nccessary but not a sufficient condition for making SCUM's escape list; it's not enough to do good; to save their worthless asses men must must also avoid evil. A few examples of the most obnoxious or harmful types are: rapists, politicians and all who are in their service (campaigners, members of political parties, etc.); lousy singers and musicians; Chairmen of Boards; Breadwinners; landlords; owners of greasy spoons and restaurants that play Musak; "Great Artists"; cheap pikers and welchers; cops, tycoons; scientists working on death and destruction programs or for private industry (practically all scientists); liars and phonies; disc jockeys; men who intrude themselves in the slightest way on any strange female; real estate men; stock brokers; men who speak when they have nothing to say; men who loiter idly on the street and mar the landscape with their presence; double dealers; flim-flam artists; litterbugs; plagiarizers; men who in the slightest way harm any female; all men in the advertising industry; psychiatrists and clinical psychologists; dishonest writers, journalists, editors, publishers, etc.; censors on both the public and private levels; all members of the armed forces, including draftees (LBJ and McNamara give orders, but service men carry them out) and particularly pilots (if the bomb drops, LBJ won't drop it; a pilot will). In the case of a man whose behavior falls into both the good and bad categories, an overall subjective evaluation of him will be made to determine if his behavior is, in the balance, good or bad. It is most tempting to pick off the female "Great Artists", liars and phonies, etc. along with the men, but that would be inexpedient, as it would not be clear to most of the public that the female killed was a male. All women have a fink streak in them, to a great or lesser degree, but it stems from a lifetime of living among men. Eliminate men and women will shape up. Women are improvable; men are not, although their behavior is. When SCUM gets hot on their asses it'll shape up fast. Simultaneously with the fucking-up, looting, couple-busting, destroying and killing, SCUM will recruit. SCUM, then, will consist of recruiters; the elite corps - the hard core activists (the fuck-ups, looters and destroyers) and the elite of the elite - the killers. Dropping out is not the answer; fucking-up is. Most women are already dropped out; they were never in. Dropping out gives control to those few who don't drop out; dropping out is exactly what the establishment leaders want; it plays into the hands of the enemy; it strengthens the system instead of undermining it, since it is based entirely on the non-participation, passivity, apathy and non-involvement of the mass of women. Dropping out, however, is an excellent policy for men and SCUM will enthusiastically encourage it. Looking inside yourself for salvation, contemplating your navel, is not, as the Drop Out people would have you believe, the answer. Happiness lies outside yourself, is achieved through interacting with others. Self-forgetfulness should be one's goal, not self-absorption. The male, capable of only the latter, makes a virtue of an irremediable fault and sets up self-absorption, not only as a good but as a Philosophical Good, and thus gets credit for being deep. SCUM will not picket, demonstrate, march or strike to attempt to achieve its ends. Such tactics are for nice, genteel ladies who scrupulously take only such action as is guaranteed to be ineffective. In addition, only decent, clean-living, male women, highly trained in submerging themselves in the species, act on a mob basis. SCUM consists of individuals; SCUM is not a mob, a blob. Only as many SCUM will do a job as are needed for the job. Also, SCUM, being cool and selfish, will not subject itself to getting rapped on the head with billy clubs; that's for the nice, "privileged, educated", middle-class ladies with a high regard for the touching faith in the essential goodness of Daddy and policemen. If SCUM ever marches, it will be over the President's stupid, sickening face; if SCUM ever strikes, it will be in the dark with a six-inch blade. SCUM will always operate on a criminal as opposed to a civil disobedience basis, that is, as opposed to openly violaling the law and going to jail in order to draw attention to an injustice. Such tactics acknowledge the rightness of the overall system and are used only to modify it slightly, change specific laws. SCUM is against the entire system, the very idea of law and government. SCUM is out to destroy the system, not attain certain rights within it. Also, SCUM - always selfish, always cool - will always aim to avoid detection and punishment. SCUM will always be furtive, sneaky, underhanded (although SCUM murders will always be known to be such). Both destruction and killing will be selective and discriminate. SCUM is against half-crazed, indiscriminate riots, with no clear objective in mind, and in which many of your own kind are picked off. SCUM will never instigate, encourage or participate in riots of any kind or any other form of indiscriminate destruction. SCUM will coolly, furtively, stalk its prey and quietly move in for the kill. Destruction will never be such as to block off routes needed for the transportation of food and other essential supplies, contaminate or cut off the water supply, block streets and traffic to the extent that ambulances can't get through or impede the functioning of hospitals. SCUM will keep on destroying, looting, fucking-up and killing until the money-work system no longer exists and automation is completely instituted or until enough women co-operate with SCUM to make violence unnecessary to achieve these goals, that is, until enough women either unwork or quit work, start looting, leave men and refuse to obey all laws inappropriate to a truly civilized society. Many women will fall into line, but many others, who surrendered long ago to the enemy, who are so adapted to animalism, to maleness, that they like restrictions and restraints, don't know what to do with freedom, will continue to be toadies and doormats, just as peasants in rice paddies remain peasants in rice paddies as one regime topples another. A few of the more volatile will whimper and sulk and throw their toys and dishrags on the floor, but SCUM will continue to steamroller over them. A completely automated society can be accomplished very simply and quickly once there is a public demand for it. The blueprints for it are already in existence, and its construction will only take a few weeks with millions of people working at it. Even though off the money system, everyone will be most happy to pitch in and get the automated society built; it will mark the beginning of a fantastic new era, and there will be a celebration atmosphere accompanying the construction. The elimination of money and the complete institution of automation are basic to all other SCUM reforms; without these two the others can't take place; with them the others will take place very rapidly. The government will automatically collapse. With complete automation it will be possible for every woman to vote directly on every issue by means of an electronic voting machine in her house. Since the government is occupied almost entirely with regulating economic affairs and legislating against purely private matters, the elimination of money and with it the elimination of males who wish to legislate "morality" will mean that there will be practically no issues to vote on. After the elimination of money there will be no further need to kill men; they will be stripped of the only power they have over psychologically independent females. They will be able to impose themselves only on the doormats, who like to be imposed on. The rest of the women will be busy solving the few remaining unsolved problems before planning their agenda for eternity and Utopia - completely revamping educational programs so that millions of women can be trained within a few months for high level intellectual work that now requires years of training (this can be done very easily once our educational goal is to educate and not to perpetuate an academic and intellectual elite); solving the problems of disease and old age and death and completely redesigning our cities and living quarters. Many women will for a while continue to think they dig men, but as they become accustomed to female society and as they become absorbed in their projects, they will evcntually come to see the utter uselessness and banality of the male. The few remaining men can exist out their puny days dropped out on drugs or strutting around in drag or passively watching the high-powered female in action, fulfilling themselves as spectators, vicarious livers (*) or breeding in the cow pasture with the toadies, or they can go off to the nearest friendly suicide center where they will be quietly, quickly and painlessly gassed to death. ------------------------------------------------------------------- (*) It will be electronically possible for him to tune in to any specific female he wants to and follow in detail her every movement. The females will kindly, obligingly consent to this, as it won't hurt them in the slightest and it is a marvelously kind and humane way to treat their unfortunate, handicapped fellow beings. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Prior to the institution of automation, to the replacement of males by machines, the male should be of use to the female, wait on her, cater to her slightest whim, obey her every command, be totally subservient to her, exist in perfect obedience to her will, as opposed to the completely warped, degenerate situation we have now of men, not only not existing at all, cluttering up the world with their ignominious presence, but being pandered to and groveled before by the mass of females, millions of women piously worshipping before the Golden Calf, the dog leading the master on the leash, when in fact the male, short of being a drag queen, is least miserable when his dogginess is recognised - no unrealistic emotional demands are made of him and the completely together female is calling the shots. Rational men want to be squashed, stepped on, crushed and crunched, treated as the curs, the filth that they are, have their repulsiveness confirmed. The sick, irrational men, those who attempt to defend themselves against their disgustingness, when they see SCUM barreling down on them, will cling in terror to Big Mama with her Big Bouncy Boobies, but Boobies won't protect them against SCUM; Big Mama will be clinging to Big Daddy, who will be in the corner shitting in his forceful, dynamic pants. Men who are rational, however, won't kick or struggle or raise a distressing fuss, but will just sit back, relax, enjoy the show and ride the waves to their demise.
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09-10-2001, 21:21:09: you suck and I hate the fuck out of you and i want you out the fuck of my neighborhood you spit sucking slimy sick excuse for rotting zombie flesh that you are and you are too because thats all you fuck is ugly rotting smell of death zombie flesh from every bad horror flick ever produced your wretch winch witch hosebag mother was a fucking corpse anyway even from the very begginning when she was born out of a rank and dirty green diseased piss filled test tube she is ill with countless [sexual diseases because she got them from makin it with the garbage trash that you and your sleazy worthless kind do it with and you live like a slob too you dont even flush your hideous toilet or use deodorant so you smell like the crack of a bum's ass the kind your sister licks with her lizard like forked toungue at lunchtime to get her nourishment at least when she isnt near a dirty smell scummy toilet where she can lick and chew and gnaw with her yellow rotting teeth on the lumps of toilet paper that are filled with vast quantities hard peanutty lumps of poop and thats what makes up her draino caustic ridden chemically imbalanced brain too cause she is stupid and drives a really shitty car the kind that they would use in maacco commercials but its even worse than that cause they wouldnt even consider using it in their commercial cause it was too ugly and stinky so she fucked the director for nothing and ate his shit because she liked it and had to have it fill her repugnant slut mouth right up to and even beyond the bitches brim just like your ganglean yak anus loving dick does at the end of a long night when you come home from the faggot bars because you couldnt get some shit eater like yourself to piss on you so you have to have her do it and she doesnt even do it well either because she is more used to pissing on herself which is fine since she was bred that way to begin to be a piss drinking whore of the world more than likely even though she gets more than enough practice from all her white trash scummy trailer park and gutter whore friends that are always tweeking and shooting up diareaha from leaking rotting corpses cause their lives are so god damned miserable and meaningless cause they work at mac donalds eating the stuff from the grease traps and licking the floor clean in search of pubic hairs to add to heir collections that they have stuffed between their teeth they should have their faces mashed against the hot grill and their genitals cut off made into french fries and deep fried in boiling oil but thats too good for them they should be made to slave for ronald mac donald for their entire fucking lives they gleefully chew and suck on that queer ronalds ding a ling all all the ding dong day long for free cause they love him and because he is a nazi with masculine black reflective jack boots to shove up their bitch asses ronald boy grinds their heads into tiny piles of ashes he laughs at them and makes their lives a living hot breathing hell hell where they belong alongside you getting your butt reamed by the devils hot boiling tongue and you will love it too cause you are a chump and demons from all over know that your sisters give it away for free this is why they let them live so that I can kill them with my fucking bare hands squeeze their guts out of their stinky rancid cunts that scientists dont even know how to describe cause its so god damn gross and smelly everyone within a hundred miles or kilometers or whatever pukes all over the place these are good innocent people and your family and you are making them puke i should kill you pump fifty million billion trillion hot screaming rusty bullets into your face and body there arent enough bullets in the entire world for you and your poor excuse for a family they would have to have the factories make them day and night forever and ever i will shoot you until my gun melts dripping hot metal on your fucking piece of shit you call a body girls laugh at you when you go to the beach you have no right to even be seen near water at all cause you surely dont bathe in it do you fucker head with that matted uncut dirty seaweed you call hair you are to cheap to even go to supercuts they wouldnt let you in anyway they will scream and run away from you but i wont i will shove handgrenades up your filthy butthole but i sure wont forget to wear rubber gloves as thick as plywood and a gas mask too cause you fart all the time you stink and kids make fun of you and make you feel like an idiot for doing so but you cant help it cause your sick demonic sucking family dinner ritual begins when your mother farts in your dads face while he jacks off on top of your dinner you enjoy watching his anus open gaping wide while your mother sticks her tongue into it and sucks out all that ancient shit that wont come out naturally cause hes so constipated all the time cause he sits all day at home cause no one will hire him because he looks like a retard and snot is always running out of his nose onto the floor by the gallon and you bottle it up in a thermos so you can drink it when you are on the street bumming money and no one gives it to you but you give it to them all the way down your throat too and they laugh at you and hit you and beat you and ram steel girders attached to funny cars into your measly little balls that you make little girls suck but they throw up i hate you and i havent even begun yet cause theres so many things fucked up about you so why cant you just realize that you have no need to even be a part of this galaxy or dimension you arent even fit to be an alien on star trek mr spock would kill you on sight he is too smart to let you get away with living and annoying people day and night you have annoyed everyone on the planet ten times over they see you coming and get sick to their stomachs i should call up the air force and have them blow up an atomic bomb in your face and video tape it so everyone can enjoy watching you get fried on the big screen and we will humiliate you and your highly inbred family by tieing them up naked behind a speeding jet car and dragging them all over the salt flats after weve covered it with nails and broken glass and hot lava you suck shit i hate you and there arent enough words in the dictionary to describe it so i will say it over and over and brainwash you into killing yourself you piece of turd what the hell why dont you get the fuck out of this city what are you doing listening this it just proves what a simple cocksucker shithead you are get out or fucking kill yourself or are you too god damn fucking chicken you are arent you you fucking worthless slob i hate you you are ugly get off of my sidewalk why should i have to put up with you just because you pretend to live here bullshit you are nothing but bullshit you make me sick of all that you and your kind do you are taking up my space man and i dont like it not at all damn you go burn your house down and go to jail and get buttfucked like you should because you are such a god damn fuckwadded fagacite i should just kill you myself but that would be much to easy your family can eat your anus but i wont you stink of swamp shit and i dont have anything to do with swamp shit but you do because you are and thats why i am telling you this because im tired of wasting my time looking for ways to annihilate you off the god damn face of this fucking planet its being taken over by scum suck fuckers and you are one and i am gonna send you a letter bomb filled with nails and other such horribly devastating objects to rip your ugly face completely and totally off the same face that i have to look at everywhere i go im pissed and i want you fucking out of here even if i have to call in jets to do it carrying bombs and missiles and butt piercing bullets that will rip your fucking ass off so you will quit stuffing things up it that dont belong to you go die you are a piece of dung that isnt worth coming out of a mad cows hairy hemorrhoidal ass i wanna cut your fucking prick off and feed it to your kids in the poor district shit head you are brainless and you dont even know how to tie your shoes because if you did you wouldnt trip so much would you asshole breath when was the last time you thought of killing yourself its been a long time probably so why dont you go do it tonight so i can get some sleep im tired of you waking me up you bastard i will burn your house down i will paint your fucking life black i want to ruin your donkey dick shit swallowing cow cunt sucking life and warp the minds of your poor pathetic dirty children so that they will grow up to be deranged and fuck themselves with broken glass and roam the streets to get hit by cars i will turn them against you you commie pinko cheadar headed buttfucker go sell some of your drugs to your mom so she can overdose and die then you can fuck her like you do your dogs cats and babies you live in hopes that you will become rich or some shit like that you wont so fuck you you cant cause you cant do anything good at all except nothing you can do nothing real good because you are nothing god damn it you are a piece of the ugliest stinkly asshole of your ever so worthless parents your mother is a whore and fucks bums and sucks their dicks and swallows their alcoholic cum cause she cant get enough you let her tongue your asshole and then you shit in her mouth and she spreads it on your dick and sucks it off cause she will suck any strange diseased penis for nothing because she has to have it in her mouth and your dirty pathetic children are the same way you love to rape your little kids tight pussies because they scream and its the only way you can get off when you dont have some ugly fat slobs stinky mildew cunt in your mouth right get the fuck out of here i am going to rip you into pieces and cram them down the sewer so the rats can eat you and shit you out of their anuses because you are a rats ass and rats shit and its what you deserve today right now you lazy fuck go die git leave and go stick your fat head on a railroad track so it can get squashed or i will nail you to the front of a semi truck and drive it over a fucking cliff you son of a bitch you cant comprehend that cause you are too brainless so just fill your house with gas and light a match you cant even do that you are so worthless i cant trade you for dirt you cant do anything but take up space you are a vegetable that rots in sewage and slime you eat bugs and brush your teeth with piss and defecate on the floor and sleep in it because you love shit and you eat shit you are shit i hate you you completely suck im not through yet you deserve all that you can get today now and surely not tomorrow because of the flat worm that you are slime sucking pus filled bag of cartilage is what your head is made out of because you sure dont have any brains they have been buttfucked out of your skull by the dick hungry aliens that spewed forth from your mamas pussy coming from sucking down all that rancid sticky sperm from fat sweaty drunk and dirty diseased bums that live in your house you attract flies and you should be poisoned in your sleep by somebody with lots of money to give to me for killing your gross asshole with dynamite up your bug infested butthole you are gross and you eat and lick the insides of porta potties after they have been abandoned in the desert for years in the hot sun and you live in them too and thats why you have no reason to exist at all leave this planet you dont even speak and cohearent language you are dumb and nothing comes out of your mouth but sludge except cum from your dads herpe ridden dick that is so small it is too small a meal for even a tiny little ant you have every sickness in the world you contaminated sloth fuck you to death with an i beam you need to be raped and beaten within an inch of your life you shit faced asshole pig fucker you fuck pigs cause you are one you are to stupid to know the difference between animal cunt and your own you suck on bricks to pass the time you need to be taken to a junkyard and cut with rusty metal and then have a corroded drive shaft rammed up your ass by an entire pro football team you drunk worthless stinky sheep fucker get out of my face you are utterly ugly and disgusting in unimaginable vast quatities of ways and means you make me sick take your god damn dog with you too your dog is so stupid you make him eat the shit out of your asshole cause he is too dumb to know how to eat dog biscuits he is a mangy mutt that should be put to sleep but they wont waste perfectly good poison on him he should be run over by a truck laden with the heaviest of steel and concrete so as to squash him into a pancake that no one will recognize except of course your whore of a mother who will scrape it off with her teeth and take it to your messy dirty house to be cooked for dinner so your dad can get the energy up to fuck your sisters while listening to you moan and groan as i stick needles into your eyes you dont need to see cause no one wants to see you you suck and you live in a man hole but you arent a man you are a worthless pile of shit carrying diseases and you love it i will burn you with a piece of molten sun go die i hate you leave this planet you are hated and loathed in every corner of the world even the penguins at the south pole hate you and want to kill you they wait day and night for you to step foot on their continent they will freeze you in a block of ice for an eternity if they even see you and i would drag you there naked over a dirt road but there is such a long line of people waiting to destroy you and your entire buttfucking excuse for a family they will just lynch all of you and rip their guts out and let them run into the street why dont you just save them the trouble and run into the street right now so as the cars can run you down into the dirt where you belong you are dirt you eat dirt that has poop in it you suck on exhaust pipes in your spare time you haven't the luck to do it long enough to kill yourself climb into my engine compartment so my cars fan can get a chance to cut your skankly green dick off so you cant reproduce and make this world even more unbearable for everyone else go eat dead bodies they are your only source of fucking food cause food wilts spoils and dies when around your rancid filthy body god hates you too you make my grass die when you walk down the street i should call the fucking cops they will arrest you for every crime in the book and you wont be able to run in that silly ass way that you do cause the cops will have helicopters and drop napalm on you it is worth losing a whole block if they can get you the cops have a picture of your ugly pus covered face in every car they own even the cops on tv have orders to shoot you full of holes on sight you cant hide you never learned how to hide you are too stupid to grasp the idea of hide and seek the kids never played with you in school because you dressed like a fucking slob hippy fuck from some worthless past decade they kicked you and teased you and made you suck their cocks even the school nurse filled hypos with acid and shot up your eyeballs as the teachers watched and laughed at you cause you were fucking dumb they tried to teach you but they couldnt you always had shit in your mouth so they couldnt understand you fucking rotting widerbeast cock eater i will smash your fucking face in with a crescent wrench the biggest and heaviest that they make and then stick your brain in a blender and feed it to fat people at jenny craigs and watch them puke cause your little brain isnt worth anything as food much less as garbage it is garbage but the garbage men will ignore it and pretend it isnt there when i put i out they wont take it cause it will ruin their truck those trucks cost alot of money and you owe everyone enough as it is you humongous scumpot buffalo anus chewing blister headed roach faced whore slime fuck get the fuck out of here i will run you out of town myself and i wont need marshall dillon to do it because you never heard of him because your tv sucks and gets shitty reception cause you are too stupid to attach an antennae to it they wouldnt even sell you one at the tv store cause you were to cheap to buy basic cable and you stunk so bad and had so many flies around you laying eggs in your hair you are a maggot nursery you scared off all the customers everything about you is totally sick your measly life is pathetic you suck and your whole family sucks go kill your self with a god damn chainsaw i will cut down the biggest tree in the world and let it fall on you and squash you into the fucking dirt you are fertilizer that plants and bugs dont even eat you are truly non scrumptious to even the lowest of all life forms if rocks were alive they wouldnt touch you either nothing on this great planet will touch you at least it was great until you came along my job is to basicly eradicate disintegrate and annihilate you into total nothingness not even a trace of you has to be here or it will grow into another one of you and thats all this world needs is another bad sci fi horror show but i wont mind cause i will get to destroy you all over again yes and i will too so lets get fucking started shall we i wont show you any mercy cause you dont deserve any not even from god he is waiting also to kill the shit out of you he hates you he didnt even make you to begin with that was someone that broke into his house when he was out creating another universe cause you have ruined this one with your presence you are trash and you have ruined this whole universe and now we have to make spaceships to get the fuck out of here but we wont have to if you destroy yourself now do it scum or i will cave in your chest with a dozen industrial strength acme buggs bunny pneumatic jackhammers and rip out your insides and sell it to alpo for dog food but they will laugh and slam the door cause you are poison and filth and you have bad taste all one has to do is look ever so slightly into your trashy condemned piece of shit house and they will scream and run away your bed is full of bugs and lice and you sleep with bums from third world countries so you can ram their dirty cocks into your gaping sewer of a cunt the subway is cleaner than you are you are fucking fucked up man go to the cemetery and dig yourself a grave and i will throw your ass in and bury you alive and encase the whole area in super quick dry concrete to make sure you stay there then i will go to your house and i will microwave all your stinky smelly mangy pets and watch and laugh as they explode and cover the kitchen walls with blood i will piss gleefully all over your photographs of your ridiculous family cause they are mangy like the exploded dogs and cats you fuck in your bedroom i have to torch it all down to the ground to make it safe to live for other people that are unfortunate enough to live near you or even remotely pass through the area in sheer pain and agony you give them all nightmares you are so hideous and disgusting i will sell grenade launchers to your neighbors so they can so they can murder your brothers and sisters and anyone else who has anything to do with you whatsoever in the slightest tiniest bit at all ever i totally hate you dude or should i say dud that would certainly be more like it wouldnt it but you cant answer me because i have crammed poisonous lizards into your face and mouth you suck and are a lowlife and you and i but mostly i have the need to have every kind of pain known to man and unman and super man ultra man spider man cool man and the man inflicted upon you you need to suffer all the time everywhere everyday no matter which vacation spot you try to run away to i will find you i will punch your titties into your spine and paralyze you and drop you into a gigantic pool of hungry young maggots and carpet beetles but you deserve more than that cause you deserve nothing at all people never listen to you and ignore you because they are sick of the sound of your voice and i am too and i will run a sears roto tiller over your head over and over and take pictures of it and pass them around your school with pictures of both of your parents sucking and fucking giant prehistoric sloth beasts your dick looks like a dog dick only worse cause that would be offensive to all dogs everywhere and your cunt looks like a rotted hole in the side of a ten day old battlefield corpse i would put you on a space ship and blast you off to another galaxy but it will come back because the aliens will have nothing to do at all with you you arent even considered by them to be even the lowest of all life forms you are so fucking useless your destiny is to rot in your own mind and go crazy and torture yourself for an eternity with oh so brief periods of normalness so you can forget the torture you have suffered only to have it happen again a howitzer a blender chopping away at your genitals i will be at the controls and i will waste your family and spouse in front of you and have them raped into nothingness by alien beings from other planets and i will sell tickets and make a fortune so i can live in splendor you disgusting poor excuse for matter that you are i hate you completely and totally i kill you in my sleep and when i am awake and so did everyone else that ever lived ever since the beginning of all time known and unknown even the animals and plants hate you they would like to see you live in the streets and set on fire on a daily basis you bastard fuckhole faggot nazi piece of trash bitch fucker and sucker of all that is repugnant and surely not to forget as well all that is sickly and gross and disgustingly corroded with puke from a thousand drunken junkie slimeballs that live in bowling alleys to die a thousand million deaths isnt even enough for you either and your whore of a girlfriend that needs to have her head converted into a trash can for toxic waste that is all she is good for besides a lousy fuck you would have thought she couldnt fuck anything any more cause she fucks anything that moves including things that dont move like rocks and hammers and broken wine bottles but it doesnt have to be a wine bottle or even a broken bottle but she has had so many thousands of regular bottles up there she has gotten to the point where only broken wine bottles will fuck her she is a fucking slut mangy fat whoring bitch and soon even the broken wine bottles will have nothing to do with her then she will have to go back to rocks and when that peters out she will have you because trash fucks trash and begets even more trash that you screw also even though it is incest you bastarding whoring fucking shitty junk heap of unwanted broken plates with stupid brainless designs on them nobody wants likes or needs you go kill your head with a blast of ddt you are lower than the lowly hairy dangling dick of a sewer roach scummy gross idiot you are trash i will kick your god damn fuck ass all the way down the street i will sick rabid dogs on your butt you are so moldy they would rather die than bite you so why dont you just bite yourself i will even sharpen your teeth though you have none they rotted out of your skull a long time ago or should i say that your dentist felt sorry for them being trapped in that crummy head of yours that he yanked them out just before committing suicide because he could not believe that he even got close to your horrible ugly smelly mouth just to save some teeth but thats his job to save teeth and my job is to knock teeth in and we will start with you because you are first in someones mind when they think about whose teeth they would like to knock in with a steel bar covered with many countless unbelievably sharp edges so sharp that it doesnt even have to get near something to cut it completely and absolutely totally off the entire fucking face of the planet where no one can find it again not even god and he wont even bother cause i have told you he hates you and wants you to cease to exist he hates your furniture and your house it looks like every broken down ugly abandoned crack house combined even all the ones that the cops shut down and they are shutting them down because they are looking for you mother fucker and its only a matter of time before they find you and bring you to me so i can torment you and make you eat your dads testicles and lick the hot asphalt streets covered with oil and rocks and animal carcasses you will keep listening because what i say is the holy truth and fact and even scientists from everywhere say that yes you need to die and the sooner the better you sack of shit with dead smelly fish in it i will go into the future and bring back the biggest most modern and destructive gun ever in the universe and jam your head down inside the barrel with my foot and just before you suffocate i will pull the trigger and the whole planet will cheer and they will make me king of earth and i will have all the pussy i want you asshole you will die and i will be thanked daily for the rest of time come on in i am ready i will kick your ass i will write about destroying you and it will be a best seller everyone wants to stick an axe in your chest and twist it they will look deep into your eyes and laugh until their sides split you are a walking comedy you are a hundred bad drivers you are so dumb stupid and pathetic you dont even know how to play candyland and even if you had candyland the company who makes it would find out cause all of a sudden all the other candyland games would stink when children opened them up and the company would take it back from you and slap you in the fucking face for even thinking that they made the game for you to even know about much less play it and all those poor kids with stinky candyland games that they got for christmas you have ruined christmas for them and santa clause will make a special trip from the north pole to fucking kill you and make you suck the caca out of his reindeers asses then he will call christ and he will fucking nail you to a cross and tell his dad to strike you with lightning every hour on the hour and call down vultures to eat away at your eyeballs you will die and i will be first in line to watch i will piss and defecate on your grave i will kick over your headstone and carve giant swastikas on it and spray paint your address on every wall and flat surface in the world so people can go to your house any time they want day or night and abuse you and torture and maim and burn and squash your little pecker and shove it in to your fucking mouth so you can choke on it and barf yourself inside out so i can pour salt on your insides and take a cheese grater to your balls you damn dirty dick licking dirt clod you slovenly dimwitted shitheaded shitkicker go suck a horses dick i will ravage your family with fire and bombs i will destroy your lives you are all fucking shitty and insignificant and have no use being you fucking sucking shithole fag licker of street gutters your mom lives in the gutter i will crush her damn head cause your brain is made by purina cause you have such a dog face from sticking your nose in poodle butts you bastard slime let me fucking rip you in half and drag you across the desert i want to drown you in my toilet and flush you down the pipes to the sewage treatment plant where you will probably fuck up the machines and nobody will be able to use their toilets anymore so they will have to tie you up and shit in your mouth you will get so constipated and we will shove a cork in your ass to make you explode all over the walls and we will make your children clean it up with their hair it is so matted and rotted anyway who will know the difference i will know the difference i can spot you and your kind from far far away even from another planet even if i was blind and on another planet you cannot hide anywhere and no one will let you anyway you are trapped there is no way out you will see my bullets coming towards you in slow motion yet you will not be able to escape and parts of your body will be shredded one by one and you will scream scream scream in such terrible agony i cant even begin to describe it without using up all time in the world but if you wake up my neighbors i will kick your fucking lame chicken ass in so just remember that when you wake up and find that your legs have been cut off and you feel like screaming you dumb slobbering idiot go suck an egg i fucking hate you to death you damn dirty urinal licker when are you going to put a shotgun in your disgusting mouth fucker head i will destroy you i will disintegrate you into a pile of ashes and dump you into an ashtray so everyone can stick their cigarettes out on your miserable ass you dirty bastard you will be hung and beaten with rusty iron chains the heaviest that they make then you will be staked out in the desert to dehydrate and decompose in the hot sun your eyes will boil away what the hell is going on here why are you even on this planet why do you exist at all you septic tank sucker i will tell you you mother fucker you exist so as i can torment you and spit on you and tell you how much you fucking suck you bastard you are so fucking ugly when you walk down the street people scream and run to the bomb shelters and get flame throwers to burn you to cinders you are their entertainment i will ruin you to the utmost of my endlessly praised and admired ability when it comes to the subject of your destruction and who is to do it my ability far exceeds the limits of your measly mealy little raoch nipple brain so i will have to show you i will give a sample to your head i will demonstrate my powers of annihilation on the members of your family i will make their lives a living three dimensional hell and i am not talkin walt disney either i will starve them and urinate and defecate on their crushed and mangled bodies and i will have the time of my life smashing you out of existence it will give me the utmost pleasure and people will think of me forever after as a living god for ridding the universe of your entity when people eat a hero sandwich they will think of me because i am the one living being that will stop at absolutely nothing to eradicate you into total anti matter and that is all that matters to me and everyone else they hate you i hate you the gods even hate you especially zeus he is just aching to pump countless bolts of lightning into your fanny he will bring back to life every roman gladiator and they will slaughter you one by one over and over again yes it will be a glorious undertaking the klingons will have their turn too and so will everyone else that has ever lived in fiction or nonfiction they will all pay me huge and ludicrous sums of money to get a chance to destroy you and i will have a penthouse and women and you name it mother fucker i will tear you and punch holes in your tongue with an awl ya baby i am just getting started so you will read and read on cause this is about you and all for you my knives are for you my guns are for you my bombs missiles grenades landmines every tool of destruction known to man is at my disposal it was all donated to me with a hand shake and a smile once they knew what i needed them for your time has come it is your end bayba hallelujah praise all the gods of war and destruction your dead mutha fuckah i will kill yer ass an dats garunteeed i have all the heavy weight muthas on my side we are talkin god and jesus and allah and zeus and apollo and adolf hitler and lizzy borden and charles manson and abe lincoln and bozo and ready kilowatt and sugar bear and the whole crew from the honey comb hide out and gi joe not those little ones either were talking bout scarface gi joe and evel knievel and ghengis cahn and captain kirk and godzilla and general destructo and spider man and the entire planet of the apes and charles bronson and mike tyson and secret sauce agent and william shakespeare and jabber jaw and madonna and fucking everyone man you are dead meat we will kill your ass you are fucked forever you cant deny your destiny i will see to that you big fat slob of a cock eater you i hate you to no ends to infinity even past infinity so fuck you i will light you on fire and dowse you with fucking gasoline and other such highly flammable liquids shit head i ache to fry you and boil you in tar i have all kinds of nifty things in store for you mutha let the lord be praised for giving me such powers of complete and total carnage and i even have his permission to do with you anything i want he has washed his hands of you and left you to me for whatever and i will too you walking talking bag of used cat litter you fucking whore you will take anything up your pussy your cunt is a fucking vacuum cleaner that only sucks up things that are dirty and rusted and covered with mold and puke you suck on popsicles made from frozen diarrhea you never eat anything else but fecal matter except maybe maggots and some other shit like that shit you know what the fuck i mean your the one that does it not i you fuckin cocksucker do you understand now why i hate you of course not you are too fucking retarded you are a nitwit a dufus and a simple and complete moron i will grind you against the roughest and harshest substances known to exist and i will put them on my black and decker belt sander and run it back and forth across your body but lets start with your ugly face so i wont have to look at it while i finish the job and this job pays well too even though i would gladly do it for free the thought of actually receiving truck loads of moola for doing something that i enjoy as much and even more than anything else makes me do it with that much bigger a smile on my face and even more warmth in my heart and laughter laughter laughter it is hilarious to watch you in such pain and to know that i am the sole perpetrator of your torture and punishment you were mistakenly brought into this world now you must you will and you are right now even as i speak and shove this skewer up your filthy ass suffering the consequences of your actions that were of course made by no thought of your own but i dont care do you hear me i dont fucking fucking care you are dead and thats all that matters and thats all that you even need think about cause thats all that your tiny mind can handle just you leave the how and why and what to me i will do a good job blowing you away you have the best turning you into the dirt that you are cause i hate you and i want you dead to all the universe and everything in it no one will ever find your remains they will be spread all over the galaxy it will take a five year mission an ten thousand dr whos to find you but they wont find you and do you want to know why ha ha ha ha ho ho he he ha because thats why because they fucking dont care either and they never ever will ever thats why you dick head they hate you i told you you idiot everyone hates you everyone is on my side you havent got a prayer not even a chance in millions you have no hope of escaping they are all waiting everything that is nasty and painful awaits you patiently cause every possible combination of torture and torment will be inflicted upon you we have the biggest super computers in the world working day and night coming up with new and interesting ways of fucking with you physically and mentally as well with others we might have overlooked you just name it sooner or later it will happen to you it is all heading in your direction it has one and only one target in mind and that is of course you who the fuck else you dummy what did you think that there was someone else do you think i would go through all this trouble for someone else ha ha bullshit you are so fucked and hated that there is only one of you to destroy it would be nice if we had exact copies of you to kill along with yourself but unfortunately we dont but we do have the immediate members of your family on ice so that when we are finished with you we can have a big party and start up on them yes sir it will be a blast what me and my cronies will do to them will turn your stomach but then again maybe it wont cause we will just do to them what we did to you we might change the order a bit for variety but so what who cares where you are concerned no one does thats who you are a bad fuck kill yourself and save us the trouble you will try that and it wont work cause you were meant to be destroyed by me and me alone and if i want others to join in on the fun who hate you too thats my god damn business so fuck off you big fuckin weenie i will roast you and feed you too baseball fans but they will take just one bite and go running to the john to throw up and shit all kinds of diaherrea out of their asses and you will be there to catch it too with your mouth wide open begging and pleading for more caca to be heaved in your direction and will it ever be heaved in your direction we are talking about dump trucks and forklifts and bulldozers and every other kind of heavy machinery available to man yes their wheels will roll over you relentlessly crushing and mangling your body so your own mother wont recognize it but all she will have to do is look at that filthy butthole of yours and she will recognize you immediately cause she has spent so much time with her tongue up there how many times a day does she scratch and claw at your pants to get you to give her an opportunity to reach way up your butthole and grab hold of mounds of hot shit that she can spread all over her naked body and then lay outside in the hot sun and bask in the stink and masturbate with dead rattlesnakes i will tell you how many times none thats how many because all she has to do is ask and you gladly have her do it and teach your sisters to do it and your dad cause you and your whole family are fucking sick they need to be put away they need to be taken to a field and bombed by lowflying aircraft from every nation in the world we will test nerve gas on your family we will shoot you up with gallons of toxic drugs and watch and laugh as you peel off your skin and eat it yes why dont you just consume yourself that will be easy enough we will cook one of your arms over an open fire and let you eat it then we will do the same to your other arm and your legs and when thats all done and you are nothing but an even more useless torso we will just shoot you and use you as shark bate mother fucker full of shit that you are i will kick your ass i will fuckin kill you man you god damn homo fucking ass sucking living rot i hate you i will tar and feather and burn you pump a thousand pounds of compressed air into you until you fucking explode dont you realize dont you fucking get it i know your dumb and stupid and you are a moron and that is why i am drilling it into your head this is my job we have already covered that the only thing you need do is just listen to me listen to me because i am right listen to me because you have no mind of your own listen to me because you are searching for destruction but you dont have to search i am more than willing to bring it to your front door you asshole i am your armageddon man i am dominos pizza guaranteed fresh hot free delivery to you the one i hate what more can you ask for than to have the same service delivered to your crazy fucked up and smelly loved ones but you dont need to ask this is just what i am talking about you are so dumb this is a fucking package deal not only do we wipe you out but we wipe everyone out that has anything to do with you we have a list and we are checking it twice we will decide who will get slaughtered and fried mutha fuckah jam jam jam on it you will die thats all there is to it theres no tell in which one of us will do it so get this shit head yer fukin history baby go get the fuck out of here you are a scum and suck fuck off eat shit go jump on the slow boat to china and when you do get to china we will be right there to blow your fucking head to smithereens got it you bastard you piece of turd you amount to nothing not one iota ziltcho zero nada the big circle we will sell your children to satanists to use in their rituals we will make tapes of it so that the torture of your children can be seen and enjoyed by millions on the geraldo show your annihilation will be the hippest and most popular saturday morning entertainment for all the kids who you went to school with especially the neilsons who teased you and hit you and beat on you and called you names and who hated you and made you eat their shit and suck their dicks they will all watch you fry and take part in call in surveys of what to do to you next it will be fun it will be a fun family entertainment extravaganza for us all and not only on a sunday morning either but on every day of the week like morton downey jr like the six o clock news like reruns and wheel of fortune pat sajak will crucify you on the wheel himself and spin it and vanna white will menstruate all over your spinning body you will get so sick from spinning that you will puke in one long gigantic barf that will leave you completely hollow and your organs and guts will be all over the set and we will stomp on them and mash them with our feet and then feed it to snails also of course long sharp burning white hot shards of tempered glass will be dropped on you from the top of a skyscraper while you are chained to the street so cars carrying gleefully stoked to the max passengers can play havoc with your ugly deformed zitty pestilent stinky rancid moldy body you trashy bottle fucking masturbating necrophilic your torture will give all of us who hate your miserable ass such a rip roaring good time budwieser will be drunk dry and then after we are drunk we will drive dozens of large older and incredibly heavy and cheap automobiles recklessly into your home your mother and father will cover the bottom of our vehicles your kids will eat the glass of our headlights and your girlfriend your girl friend will be train fucked and i mean we will tie her down and literally drive a roaring mile long amtrak up her gaping hole what you have the nerve to call her pussy we will be on a cunt hunt when we find the cunt we will shoot her and cut her fucking head off and stuff it in a trash bin behind a seven eleven where it will rot and decay into a mound of dust and all the poor decayed maggots who died thinking they had found a meal but they found poison instead you bastard how dare you bring that on poor innocent maggots fuck you you will pay you bastard you will pay with your services as a being to be hated and destroyed fucking fuck you fuck fuck you and fuck you to death fucking die die die die die i hate hate hate you i hate all of you come to me i will crush you into and right through the pavement i will beat you with my fists until nothing is left not even the tiniest morsel of your being will escape me i will pound you into the dirt until the earth splits in half i will torment you till the sun is reduced to a single ice cube wandering around the universe aimlessly in search of a freezer i will take you out to space and toss you into a fucking black hole let carl sagan deal with your pitiful shit i wont have it any more do you fucking understand me you slovenly wretch of a human being but you arent a human you are a cheap imitation a poorly informed imposter your are dead meat and youre mine mine to destroy mine to obliterate mine to throw into the depths of the deepest hottest inferno yah mutha you are mine and i am lovin it you dont know just how bitchin it is to have your very own torture toy it is great and thats all you need to know cause i will tell you what ever the fuck i want to if i want to tell you to bite your tongue in half or i will mash your balls in a vise hey thats my business not yours so fuck off and do what i tell you and without delay either cause if you postpone any of my enjoyment by god forbid procrastinating i will beat the shit out of you and cut your little sisters titties off got that clown idiot jerko you better because i am not laughing mother fucker i hate you and i always will hate you forever and ever and we are not talking just until the cows come home or until hell freezes over or when the fat lady sings we are talking forever man you suck and stink and smell and i will kill you you are a worthless piece of trash the worst thing ever to happen to gods universe and you are dead meat all of us feel the same way and we wont rest because fucking with you is how we get our jollies and our jollies are very important to us you bastard go die i hate you now you fuck go back to the beginning of this story the best story that has ever been written or ever will be fuck the bible as it has nothing on this fine piece of work and start all over again or i will kill the shit out of you i didnt think you would obey me thats why i love to fuck with you because you are a never ending inspiration you piss me off so much all the time i always have energy to kill and maim you i have endless credit with the swiss banks and all the worlds defense departments to get as many weapons as i need want or could ever ask for to obliterate your poor pathetic weenie into dust space dust because thats where i would have to put it deep into space so deep and totally far out nobody would ever see you again unless they had a big telescope but then if they saw your dust it would burn out their eyes and absolutly crack the lense and cause unrepairable huge amounts of dollar damage which would just be added to your bill the bill that your gonna pay for for the rest of your life being harassed and fucked with forever because its all a joke you will never pay off your bill it is so big you cant even imagine your mind is too feeble and weak from all the chemicals and bullets that have been pumped into your skull not that it wasnt feeble before because it most certainly was so shut your damn mouth but only after i fill it with broken glass windshields and uranium and explode it in some remote desert in new mexico but it wont be that remote no you wont be that lonely because there will be plenty of people there to watch people would gladly pay their last cent to see you blown up and they would gladly sit in a greyhound bus even to get there to see me blow you up with my bare hands the same hands that will kill and kill again sounds like a fuckin block buster movie doesnt it i kill you again and again lets add a few more agains and top it off with the mention of my bare hands and we have the greatest fuckin film of all time your head exploding in an imax theatre in three d yes tee shirts and posters of your head exploding will be sold all over the world at incredible marked up prices because this would be worth it and i would be famous and you in turn would just be dirt brown stinky moist with dog urine dirt the same dirt that you will suck into your lungs as you try to breath but you cannot because a huge dumptruck is providing the dirt and a giant funnel is guiding it into you mouth we have to guide it because if we didnt it would run away yes even dirt runs away from you i would not have believed it myself but i saw it i heard it scream but this is the sacrifice we all have to make because you are around breathing our air we make too many sacrifices thats why your end is near but it will be long in coming cause i am going to take you there ever so slowly one by one i insert barbed fish hooks into your scrotum i release tiny flesh eating insects to gnaw away at your balls dont pass out from the pain dont go to sleep you may not know what you will find when you wake up who knows a molten fourty five caliber bullet making its way randomly throughout the inards of your sick fucked up body maybe a speeding dodge charger crashing and careening towards you on a hot desert road as you lay bleeding broken and sodomized you son of a bitch you will be strapped into every unsafe carnival ride there is only because we all need but certainly dont depend on an entertainment enviorment to injure you in we will give out free hot dogs and cotton candy to be consumed as we watch you shit your pants as you fall amongst the spintering remains of a huge roller coaster and we will laugh and have espn there to show us instant replays in slow motion throughout the day as we have fun with our families picking apart your corpse and tossing the pieces into ashtrays and other such glassware that is ever so much purer and clean and more usable now that you are off the face of the planet we will win stuffed toy versions of you that will be taken apart quite cruely by our children who will grow up hating your miserable ass face shit for a head they will stamp on your effigie and shout out your name repeatedly as your arms head and legs are torn off and thrown before speeding twenty ton industrial strength military style steamrollers which are driven by me and people who work for me but they arent recieving any monatary compansation at all for doing so because oh it brings such joy and happiness and meaning to their lives crushing you into the asphalt were you belong a tomb of hot tar and tiny rocks to jam all the orfices of your disgusting body which shouldnt feel to much different from all the other gross things that you were born to do you smelly rat baby crap infested moronic imbecile i really do fucking hate you to death and thats where you belong death yes buddy he is waiting but for you it will only be a temporary thing because you see he will get sick of you in about two seconds maybe less and then he will only kick your ass back here for us to attempt to send you back again and thats the incredible novelty of the situation we and mostly i get to destroy you often very often i get to try everything out on you scum whore of the god damned universe junkie fag nigger sucking spic wop assed kike commie creepo chink fuck head yes these all apply to you you are the combination of all these your are the reason why these exist plus many more that havent been mentioned yet or havent been invented yet but the inventing goes on twenty four hours a day and when a new one does come we will surely and definately let you know with many things and such following actions as a hail of bullets or even a steamshovel pearched on your forhead when you wake up a dozen medical students disecting you and throwing your parts across the floor where frat boys will play hall hockey with your inards these can all be yours and not for nineteen ninty five no not any credit card will be accepted your credit was never here nobody is fool enough to fuckin trust you no we bring this to you at no cost to you just endless daily payments of your life that is all and you will and better agree cause you know it is right you know they are right you know i am right when i say you suck fuck you i hate you pig skin chewing nautious dead fish bait faced prick of the world you are a world champion asshole but all your trophies are long gone people stopped giving them to you between torture sessions because you were ramming them up your butt when nobody was looking do you think we are stupid no you are the only one who is dumb and absolutly brainless we watch you all the time even though it makes us so sick we puke into your eyesockets and mouth we look at you because we like to picture your fat head caving in very gently under the weight of a giant stone axe made by cavemen long ago for that very same purpose even back then dinosaurs would chew you up and spit you out again you tasted so sick and rancid you gave them all diseases and they went insane and killed each other with trees that fell over and died as you passed you are the reason they are extinct you are the reason we blast away at you and your family with very effective rayguns from other worldly worlds they heard about you and came down in flying saucers to join in on the fun and excitement ha ha we laugh with alien beings who dont understand us because words are not needed to express the dislike there is for you that is why i say this it has been such common knowlege that you are to be hated that it just goes without saying well here i am saying it this is now available to all a handbook of destruction the destruction of your miserable wormly fuck ass you diseased trilobyte fuckin aye nintendo has a new game out i see it now it has your picture on it its called smear the little shit its called blow his head in now today before someone else does it before you and takes all the fun away no problem i let people kill and dismember you all the time i teach a class on it a take feild trips to your trashy house and lead them in a destructo frenzy your children raped by giant radioactive long skinny cacti with molotov cocktails on the ends their butts explode and cover your front lawn with feces and sausage casings not that your front lawn doesnt already have alot of shit in it already i know you cultivate it because that is all you are allowed to eat at least when we are not shoving your mothers cancerous ovaries down your throat your head encased in a peanut butter like substance that is actually compressed big caca sewer roaches you are forced to eat your way out because you cannot breathe you puke but it is no use it goes into your mouth huge chunks of sick house bugs you swallow it comes out of your ass like a playdough press but unknown to you because you cant see cause we burned out your eyes with m eighties is that we scoop it back up and shovel it back into your head encasement you loose all senses of time because of a super dangerous experimental drug we gave you ha ha we dont care you go crazy and gulp down more gross bugs but we get bored and release your head from the bug butter only to press it against a freshly lit blow torch supplied by direct pipelines from the middle east yes you will be here a long time you fuckin piece a shit you fuckin suck man fuck you i dont care i dont care man your screams fall on deaf ears i am comitted you are committed this is a fuckin committment man dont you get it get the fuck out of here i will close my eyes and count to one hundred you will be instructed to run and hide to escape all this but i only count to one and one half i turn around and smash in the back of your fuckin head with a used ninety pound oil well drill bit you have been fooled again you are the sucker that is born every minute every minute i get to fuck you over again you never learn because you have been beaten into submission beaten down crushed and pulverized you plain just get your ass kicked frequently more often than the home shopping club lady honks her horn she honks because she is in line to beat you and she is impatient and needs to feel your brains ooze between here fingers as she scoops out your inards and throws them to the hungry rabid cambodian dogs and sloths a different person each day will take you through a different slaughter house where they will practice on you and perfect their craft and a craft it is fuck you what do you know besides bathing in sewage treatment plants and drinking urine samples from the police station at gun point fella thats what the cops call you when they handcuff your arms and legs and cock and balls to six squad cars and take off code three to dennys people dont get their food at dennys in ten minutes for nuthun you know they have to rush to eat so in case you come in they can run out before they barf after seeing your face you make everyone sick to their stomachs you are why peptmo bismol exists you are why rolaids and gasex exist you make everyone so ill with your god damned presence they have to shove chemicles down their throats well the time has come now it is time for us it is your turn to eat fuckin toxic waste mother fucker that you are damn you the sight of you is enough to cause a fifty car pile up on the four o five you are forbidden to drive on the freeways and streets cause the sight of you in someones rear view mirror is enough to burn their eyes out you are used as the special effect in every horror movie they just put you on the screen for a split second and everyone in the whole house screams and throws up simultaneously you are worse than walking dead bastard ive had enough my arm drives a steel shank into you leg splintering your knee cap into a thousand pieces then the next leg piled into a white hot furnace your arms beaten ragged against fresh asphalt with louisville sluggers and magnesium softball bats the big huge heavy ones that lesbians use pounding and pounding your scrotum so hard that your testicles shoot out ripping huge tears into your ball sack only to splatter against some brick wall and drip down into the dirt that you worship and eat and suck on whenever you get the chance because you know that is where you belong and if you can get closer to it by eating sucking and what all on all dirt everywhere no matter how remote or polluted than so be it fecal headed faggasite you roll dingle berries up in zig zags and fucking smoke them when nobody is looking dont you yes you get caught with your fingers in corpses butts scraping away fuck you man we have proof and you are gonna rot for it and dont try to lie your way out we have you we have it all we have everything we need to proceed to fill your nostrils with volatile and highly unstable explosives when you least expect it you will see a giant mound of dynamite falling from the sky with fuses burnin baby right down on you we are gonna take out your whole family kit and kaboodle kibbles and bits and the whole nine yards to boot buttface bunghole eatin bitched bastard you have had sex with everything in the barnyard havent you no wonder theres so many fuckin vegetarians damn it i just knew you were responsible we know and we have written the worlds leaders and they have written back in total agreement they all want to know when i am going to get the ball rolling when am i gonna get the job done well good things come to those who wait and now ive waited long enough and its better than good its god damned excellent man yer fuckin mine its all here on paper and the paper says destroy and torture this son of a bitch and all those who have any connection to this soon to be diseased and destroyed anal groping shit faced cocksucker kill it do what ever you can do what ever you want just do what needs to be done im doin it and your screaming and im doin it and your bleeding and im doin it your cock caught in a drill press the press jams as it gets tangled up it shorts out not only does it electrocute your sorry ass but it lights it on fire your butt is burning and you see nothing but red you broke my fuckin drill press man i shovel your charred body of the floor of my once immaculate shop toss it out in the trash bin where your remains obviously eat through and once again you are on the street for us to deal with youve ruin my fucking trash bin man fucking dick you fucking stupid bur head i bring out my magic dust and sprinkle it on you and wala you are whole again to be chained up in the cellar where you will wait dammit till we come for you again but it wont be that long no brain storming here about what to do with you next suggestions flow like niagra falls where violence to your being is considered no i would say its more of a matter of heads or tales heads we kill you tails we kill you if it stands on its end we fuckin still kill you so shut up and if you spit out the glowing charcoal briquet we put in your fucking mouth yesterday youll get double do you hear me e planet of the apes and charles bronson and mike tyson and secret sauce agent and william shakespeare and jabber jaw and madonna and fucking everyone man you are dead meat we will kill your ass you are fucked forever you cant deny your destiny i will see to that you big fat slob of rotton hamburger meat in an old smelly package that nobody wants to buy...
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09-12-2001, 14:09:42: Remember the old science program What Will They Think of Next? They had this bit on Bell-Labs early synthetic speach project. I believe the default phrase it used was. I'm a computer at bell laboratories and i'm learning to speak and every day i'm sounding more and more human. Great old program. Wonder har far they got with it.
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09-13-2001, 07:37:28: Just trying this to see if it really works. Anyone around?????
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09-13-2001, 12:13:53: Hullo Rob, are you around?
09-13-2001, 12:14:47: 2 bad you cant talk back, i could through your text in a text-to-speach engine to make it sound more real double point bracket :)
09-13-2001, 12:41:11: Hello, what is this? Does it work? The last time I tried it did not. Better luck this time?
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09-15-2001, 10:53:23: The name Rob Hansen is far, far too popular.
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09-15-2001, 17:44:08: script language="JavaScript" alert('Hello') /script
09-15-2001, 18:36:06: I'm the biggest nut in Hollywood -- but I'll let you play the game the way you want to. When I was too fem, I put a lemon in the ocean, and that caused the Earth and the Moon and the Sun to fall. As I was saying to a potato, "You can't get fruit out of apples without eating them -- but then, that's not the goods without the goods, is it?" Grass and hash, God and Iron Butterfly, marijuana head game, diamond is the answer, etc. (DONT'T TALK ABOUT THOSE BIG BANDS ALL THE TIME!!!) If you do it, that does it. Well, I'd better go write down "rainbow", because it protects me.
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09-18-2001, 06:09:11: GOOD MORNING HONEY
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09-18-2001, 21:22:54: Where to start there is no beginning. A dream is a television in your head a vision of your true self or what you see your-self as. Lights flash and you see your-self as a hero or a passionate lover. You wake up and in the shadows stands a dark figure a tormented soul. Your nightmare. Panic overtakes you, you cannot breath. Another jolt and you find your-self lying in your bed cold and alone.
09-18-2001, 21:27:19: the poem was from chameleon in California
09-18-2001, 21:27:36: hoped you liked it
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09-19-2001, 08:24:28: A good man is hard to find, but a hard man is good to find!
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09-20-2001, 17:36:13: Mr. Putnam arrives, and Danforth tells him that there is an accusation that he prompted his daughter to cry witchery upon George Jacobs. Giles claims that the proof is that if Jacobs hangs for a witch he forfeits his property and only Putnam can buy it. Giles claims that someone told him that he heard Putnam say that his daughter gave him a fair gift of land when she accused Jacobs. Giles refuses to name this person, however. When Danforth threatens Giles with contempt, Giles responds that this is not an official court session. Danforth arrests Giles for contempt, and Giles makes a rush for Putnam, but Proctor holds him back. Proctor comforts Mary. Hale advises Danforth that he cannot say that Proctor is an honest man, but it would be better to send him home to hire a lawyer. Hale has signed seventy-two death warrants, and he claims that he dares not take a life without reasonable doubt. Hale says that he doubts the guilt of Rebecca Nurse. Danforth explains that witchcraft is by its very nature an invisible crime, thus only the witch and the victim will witness it. The witch will not accuse herself, thus one must rely on the victim. Parris wishes to question them, but Danforth tells him to be silent. Mary Warren claims that she is with God now, and Danforth tells her that she is either lying now or was lying earlier, and in either case committed perjury. Abigail enters with the other girls. Abigail tells Danforth that Goody Proctor always kept poppets. Proctor claims that he believes Abigail means to murder his wife, and orders Mary to tell Danforth how the girls danced in the woods naked. Parris tells Danforth that he never found anybody naked, but admits to finding them dancing. Parris demands that Mary Warren pretend to faint as she had done before, but she cannot, for she has no sense of it; she once thought she saw spirits, but now she does not. Abigail threatens Danforth, claiming that the powers of Hell may affect him soon. Abigail pretends that she feels a sharp wind threatening her. Proctor calls Abigail a whore and grabs her by the hair. Finally he admits that he had an affair with Abigail in the proper place, where his beasts are bedded. Danforth orders Parris to bring Elizabeth to the court. If Elizabeth admits to firing Abigail for her affair with Proctor, Danforth will charge Abigail. Cheever brings Elizabeth to the court, where she says that she fired Abigail because she displeased her, and because she thought that her husband fancied Abigail. She says that Proctor never committed lechery. Proctor cries out for Elizabeth to tell the truth for he has confessed, but Danforth orders Elizabeth to leave. Proctor says that his wife meant only to save his reputation. Hale claims that it is a natural lie to tell, and to stop before another person is condemned. Abigail then claims that she sees Mary Warren's spirit manifested as a bird, trying to hurt her. Mary Warren sobs that she is merely standing in court, but Abigail continues with the charade. Mary Warren claims that the girls are lying, but after Danforth threatens her and Abigail refuses to stop her charade, Mary submits and accuses Proctor of being the Devil's man. She says that Proctor made her sign the Devil's book and made her try to overthrow the court. Danforth orders Proctor to admit his allegiance with Satan, but Proctor cries out that God is dead, and that a fire is burning because the court is pulling Heaven down and raising up a whore. Hale denounces the proceedings and quits the court. Analysis: Among the characters in the play, it is Deputy Governor Danforth who seems to provide the most obvious symbol of Senator Joseph McCarthy. Danforth rules over the proceedings as if he automatically has assigned guilt to the accused suspects, and adopts a harsh and vindictive air. However, Miller does not make Danforth a direct equivalent of the irrational demagogue McCarthy; rather, Danforth is a stern, cold man of unfailing faith in his judicial powers. He does not manifest any particular political ambition, but instead acts to preserve the strength of the court over which he rules. This does make Danforth suspicious of any attack on the plaintiffs and the proceedings, but does allow him some room for flexibility. He uses reason to persuade Proctor to drop his charges against Abigail, telling him that his wife is spared for at least a year and that he need not worry about her execution. It is Danforth's stern rationality that makes him a more disturbing figure; he is not a malicious villain equivalent to Abigail Williams or Thomas Putnam, but rather a man who operates out of intense faith in the integrity of his court. He operates under the assumption that good and evil can be clearly and intensely defined, a flaw of tragic irony. In his desperate hope to sharply delineate good and evil, Danforth becomes the willing accomplice of those who obscure this line. It is Reverend Parris who appears as the demagogue in this act of the play, denouncing all challenges to the court as challenges to Christianity and God himself. Parris is paranoid and foolish, demanding that all ninety-one people who attest to the good name of the three accused women be brought in for questioning. It is Parris' rabid defense of the trials that finally causes Hale to break from the court and offer a defense of the Proctors, Coreys and Nurses. Parris' demagoguery is placed into even sharper relief when one the true reason for the girls' admission of witchcraft is revealed. Parris knows that the trials are a fraud and that the girls are lying, yet continues to push against witchcraft to suit his ends. Miller develops the motivations of the proponents of the witchcraft trials in this chapter. Reverend Parris remains motivated by suspicion and paranoia, while Thomas Putnam moves from an original motivation of grudges against others to unabashed greed. Abigail Williams, in contrast, has moved from self-preservation to a more general lust for power. However, upon the arrest of Rebecca Nurse and Elizabeth Proctor, Reverend Hale now eschews the supernatural explanations for more concrete, legal explanations. He redeems himself from his role as a Pontius Pilate by serving as an advocate for justice. This is significant, for it provides concrete evidence that opposition to the trials does not necessarily mean opposition to law and order.
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09-21-2001, 19:42:50: President Bush warned Afghanistan's Taliban rulers to hand over Osama bin Laden and his followers or ``share in their fate'' as he set down his doctrine to avenge last week's attack on America
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09-23-2001, 10:40:33: I poop
09-23-2001, 12:54:24: Elif air ab tizak!
09-23-2001, 12:55:13: Khara beek
09-23-2001, 13:10:01: hi how are you
09-23-2001, 14:30:15: How are you!
09-23-2001, 17:24:57: hello rob!
09-23-2001, 20:13:05: what
09-24-2001, 00:16:55: thankyou for your time
09-24-2001, 00:17:02: thankyou for your time
09-24-2001, 04:25:14: hello
09-24-2001, 05:54:56: good morning this is a test
09-24-2001, 09:43:31: hello
09-24-2001, 10:25:49: hello
09-24-2001, 12:38:51: GO BLOW YOURSELF
09-24-2001, 12:39:33: OOPS
09-24-2001, 17:51:53: hola susana
09-25-2001, 00:43:36: Hey Man
09-25-2001, 00:48:29: I know you are Osama Bin Laden's brother.Soon FBI will have a coffee time in your office.
09-25-2001, 03:47:41: Why cyber in chat rooms when you can have the real thing in real life?
09-25-2001, 11:25:20: hello
09-25-2001, 12:16:56: wake up
09-25-2001, 12:19:38: I'm cosmo kramer the assman
09-25-2001, 14:42:10: where can i download a program that will do this on my computer?
09-25-2001, 16:37:40: Hello Im camping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
09-25-2001, 16:57:32: Is this for real?
09-25-2001, 17:57:33: poo poo
09-25-2001, 18:45:36: I saw a bird fly over an elephant that was playing hopscotch with a zebra in central park
09-25-2001, 19:16:28: hello
09-25-2001, 19:16:53: hello
09-25-2001, 20:23:04: Well isn't this interesting? Now why in the world would you want to do this?
09-25-2001, 22:38:48: hi
09-26-2001, 00:27:25: hello
09-26-2001, 01:02:51: uncle lou's words on pride: you can always keep your head up if you invent an elaborate pulley device
09-26-2001, 01:47:19: God Bless You and God Bless America. Aloha from Hawaii.
09-26-2001, 03:25:37: hello
09-26-2001, 06:26:49: SEND ME SOME MONEY
09-26-2001, 07:12:05: Cuz I am a thug baby
09-26-2001, 08:07:56: hello
09-26-2001, 08:09:17: vejvbvwblvvl
09-26-2001, 13:31:39:
09-26-2001, 19:21:23: this is it
09-26-2001, 19:22:08: this is it
09-26-2001, 19:32:58: hello
09-27-2001, 01:46:15: poor you, looking at what people say (talk) to you, this experiment has completely failed
09-27-2001, 03:20:10: Hey Rob Hansen I doubt this really works, but you have a nice day! from Dot
09-27-2001, 03:21:08: Hey Rob Hansen I doubt this really works, but you have a nice day! from Dot
09-27-2001, 06:31:11: data
09-27-2001, 06:31:33: data
09-27-2001, 08:11:28: hello dal
09-27-2001, 17:06:26: HELLO
09-27-2001, 17:45:24: hello
09-28-2001, 00:45:59: hello
09-28-2001, 00:46:20: hello
09-28-2001, 07:46:27: hello
09-28-2001, 11:03:40: gay
09-28-2001, 15:42:10: Don Quixote - The novel's comic hero, the great knight-errant. Don Quixote spends the first 50 years of his life as a gentleman named Alonso Quixano, living in a village in La Mancha and devoting himself to hunting and tending his estate. His growing obsession with stories of knighthood and books of chivalry, however, leads him into a kind of madness, and he decides to abandon his former life to become a wandering knight. Idealistic, single-minded, and highly confused, he takes the name Don Quixote de la Mancha, dons a suit of armor, and sets out to right the world's wrongs with the might of his sword.
09-28-2001, 16:03:48: get out of the way
09-28-2001, 18:43:26: HEy Mark
09-28-2001, 18:43:57: HEy Mark
09-28-2001, 19:38:37: fuck off
09-29-2001, 04:14:13: magdalena
09-29-2001, 04:14:49: magdalena
09-29-2001, 04:23:32: hey hey
09-29-2001, 04:24:17: hey hey
09-29-2001, 10:33:40: hi chris
09-29-2001, 10:35:46: depeche mode are the best band ever
09-29-2001, 11:15:20: Well, isn't that interesting, that i can talk to you. FUCK YOU, YOU FLAMING COCK SUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER.
09-29-2001, 12:36:14: hello how are you
09-29-2001, 12:46:17: Hi Hi
09-29-2001, 15:01:12: good afternoon sandy
09-29-2001, 15:02:52: hi you all
09-30-2001, 00:30:04: hello
09-30-2001, 01:16:43: hello
09-30-2001, 04:16:12: hello lee
09-30-2001, 04:50:20: Tell me something cool, man. Maybe Polish? Na podworzu nestkamirza, na stkamirzy sie wyniza?
09-30-2001, 05:25:44: hi
09-30-2001, 07:25:42: Wake up Ame!
09-30-2001, 09:13:47: does this damn computer work
09-30-2001, 10:15:18: yeah baby
09-30-2001, 10:15:32: yeah baby
09-30-2001, 10:16:39: hello world
09-30-2001, 11:06:33: cameron do not go asleep
09-30-2001, 11:07:08: do not go asleep
09-30-2001, 11:55:04: kiss my arse
09-30-2001, 12:05:41: hello
09-30-2001, 13:46:15: hey motherfucker get over here
09-30-2001, 13:48:19: all your base are belong to us
09-30-2001, 13:48:51:
09-30-2001, 18:31:17: hello
09-30-2001, 20:31:19: who in the hell???
09-30-2001, 21:21:41: How do I know that this really works?
09-30-2001, 21:31:15: what
09-30-2001, 23:52:32: hello
12 CDs for the Price of 1!

10-01-2001, 00:54:00: laksdjf;
10-01-2001, 00:55:42: wazzzzuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup
10-01-2001, 06:40:35: get back to work ya mugs. yar blocko's!
10-01-2001, 07:15:13: yeah baby
10-01-2001, 07:17:40: Rob, you need to take your viagra before your meeting with mrs. johnson today! Oh, fix that tie and stop abusing my floppy disk.
10-01-2001, 10:01:46: Hai anwaar boy how are you
10-01-2001, 10:02:56: Hai anwaar boy how are you
10-01-2001, 11:40:19: touch me
10-01-2001, 11:40:51: touch me
10-01-2001, 13:08:20: hi asshole!
10-01-2001, 13:08:51: hi asshole!
10-01-2001, 13:48:03: I am definitely very cool
10-01-2001, 17:28:13: Nancy Smells
10-01-2001, 17:28:39: Nancy Smells
10-01-2001, 17:54:22: Hi
10-01-2001, 17:55:43: Talk you stupid machine
10-01-2001, 18:16:21: are you gay?
10-01-2001, 22:07:08: hey toni why don't you let me lick that sweet ass!!
10-01-2001, 22:48:50: Blah blah blah, yuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyuyu bubububububub aeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaea iiiiiiiiiiiiii yeeeeeee hah
10-02-2001, 01:00:17: can you recommend software that facilitates communication between deaf persons and a police control centre. this would be p.c. based at the police end.e-mail me at dave.winchester@gloucestershire.police.uk
10-02-2001, 01:29:28: hey you there why dont you get me a cup of coffee
10-02-2001, 02:02:07: Hello
10-02-2001, 06:59:32: converted text to vocal
10-02-2001, 07:02:04: converted text to vocal 2
10-02-2001, 07:03:59: converted text to vocal 2
10-02-2001, 12:31:42: yo how do I know if this is working ?
10-02-2001, 14:26:13: Fuck bin laden
10-02-2001, 14:41:12: Can anyone hear this?
10-02-2001, 15:42:07: hello
10-02-2001, 17:16:17: Ummm... can you really hear this?!
10-02-2001, 18:02:11: Hi
10-02-2001, 18:05:17: Hello Whats Up Man! This is cool
10-02-2001, 19:10:11: i love you valerie
10-03-2001, 08:29:48: Whazzzzup
10-03-2001, 08:31:04: This is Aaron from Dell Computer Corporation. a a r o n _ t u c k er @ d e l l . c o m How the heck do ya do this?
10-03-2001, 09:02:15: Sispeo say rigolo
10-03-2001, 09:43:51: h h hi i h h have tourette syndrom
10-03-2001, 09:44:12: hello i have tourette syndrom
10-03-2001, 09:44:40: poo
10-03-2001, 11:52:05: I think that this is stupid because the voice doesn't sound real enough.
10-03-2001, 14:20:20: My left titty nipple got an eye on it!!
10-03-2001, 16:07:40: God Bless America!
10-03-2001, 18:51:40: suck my dick bitch
10-03-2001, 18:55:10: suck my dick bitch
10-03-2001, 19:04:38: i love to suck dick
10-04-2001, 05:10:17: Helo, are you there?
10-04-2001, 06:54:52: wuzzup it's your ghost
10-04-2001, 11:21:39: hi sami
10-04-2001, 12:40:50: hi
10-04-2001, 14:32:11: wayne
10-04-2001, 16:14:05: Hello, Rob. It's your ghost! You didn't think I abandoned you, did I? Heh heh heh. I'm so annoying. I see you updated your site just for me (now you can see what other people said). At least I like to think that it's for me. PLEASE mention me on your site. PLEASE!
10-04-2001, 17:39:37: Why do you think i am gay
10-04-2001, 17:40:01: Why do you think i am gay
10-04-2001, 17:41:31: I want to talk
10-04-2001, 18:03:18: Stacy I really like you. I was wondering if we could go out sometime? If you do the give me a call at 3666.
10-04-2001, 18:56:31: rory is a big fat cunt
10-04-2001, 18:57:31: rory is a big fat cunt
10-04-2001, 20:05:31: hello? hello? is anybody in there? this is your concience.
10-04-2001, 20:07:31: how do i know that the computer is really saying these words that i'm typing. what if this is all a huge waste of time? don't i need some proof?
10-05-2001, 01:50:18: tonight
10-05-2001, 01:51:41: metal up your ass
10-05-2001, 03:38:22: My angel
10-05-2001, 03:38:43: My angel
10-05-2001, 05:05:30: Why don't we work two days and have five days off? Have a nice weekend.
10-05-2001, 06:09:47: hello everyone
10-05-2001, 07:24:22: can you hear me there bosco
10-05-2001, 07:41:47: Hy, I am Ken and you?
10-05-2001, 08:16:45: penis
10-05-2001, 08:17:39:
10-05-2001, 08:18:18:
10-05-2001, 08:19:21: hi
10-05-2001, 09:14:27: mother fucker
10-05-2001, 09:14:55: mother fucker
10-05-2001, 09:15:12: hi
10-05-2001, 10:29:33: Hello fellow Techies from the Tech at SCCC in New York!
10-05-2001, 12:05:42: The other side of the country is already leaving work for a long weekend. You're three hours earlier. If you start now, you can beat them home.
10-05-2001, 12:14:14: test
10-05-2001, 12:49:20: Cool Idea are you hiring?
10-05-2001, 14:41:25: plenty of room in my pants
10-05-2001, 14:45:14: i can't take it anymore!!! unplug me now
10-05-2001, 14:53:46: ooh, aah, dance in smarty pants, hey. hello mr. rob hansen. would you like to dance in smarty pants. come on. sing it with me now. ooh. aah. dance in smarty pants.
10-05-2001, 15:38:51: Matt andfiona up a tree
10-05-2001, 16:06:10: hello
10-05-2001, 18:50:03: i love you, Lemuel Evangelista
10-05-2001, 18:56:54: I ALWAYS B THERE FOR U, LEMUEL
10-06-2001, 00:53:07: fuck fuck u all
10-06-2001, 00:56:31: hello colen happy birthday
10-06-2001, 01:00:57: fuck
10-06-2001, 08:41:39: whats up?
10-06-2001, 13:02:15: hi my name is Linda
10-06-2001, 13:25:44: hey der big boys
10-06-2001, 13:25:50:
10-06-2001, 13:25:52:
10-06-2001, 16:11:23: up your ass
10-06-2001, 20:00:48: I'm not not licking toads
10-07-2001, 00:12:56: do you answer.
10-07-2001, 11:01:30: aambeienschoffelaar
10-07-2001, 11:02:08: aambeienschoffelaar
10-07-2001, 13:47:11: hello i am a faggot on this sunday
10-07-2001, 13:48:27: hi how are you
10-07-2001, 17:48:25: talk dirty to me...
10-07-2001, 18:31:44: I'm sorry Dave. I can't do that.
10-07-2001, 20:42:42: Hello. This is so weird
10-07-2001, 20:44:04: Bob Toe will rule all of mankind! Mwahahahaha! *cough* *cough* *gag* *weeze* hahahahaha
10-08-2001, 05:08:13: BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you!!!!!!
10-08-2001, 07:15:46: michiel
10-08-2001, 08:06:23: IS THIS STILL WORKING?
10-08-2001, 11:55:06: hey
10-08-2001, 12:00:48: Hi
10-08-2001, 14:19:56: hello
10-08-2001, 15:55:49: Relax
10-08-2001, 18:17:43: hi
10-08-2001, 18:47:06: hello
10-08-2001, 19:18:07: Fuck you
10-08-2001, 20:32:18: hello how are you and what do i sound like to you?
10-08-2001, 23:41:21: hi
10-09-2001, 00:08:29:
10-09-2001, 03:07:30: hello
10-09-2001, 03:57:32: biscuit biscuit gum gum
10-09-2001, 06:05:31: hello
10-09-2001, 06:05:40: hello
10-09-2001, 06:07:31: talk dirty to me
10-09-2001, 06:24:26: hello honey, barquisimeto
10-09-2001, 06:25:44: hello budy, greetings from south america
10-09-2001, 08:11:58: chicken
10-09-2001, 08:13:23: I ate my dogs best friend
10-09-2001, 08:22:30: i hate you jace
10-09-2001, 08:23:03: i hate u
10-09-2001, 08:23:20: i hate u
10-09-2001, 09:49:16: DOH
10-09-2001, 09:49:58: spoon
10-09-2001, 10:49:48: Absolute Hog Wash
10-09-2001, 14:52:46: how sexy you are
10-09-2001, 14:53:59: get lost
10-09-2001, 18:46:35: help m mr jones
10-09-2001, 18:46:57: help m mr jones
10-09-2001, 18:47:26: help m mr jones
10-09-2001, 23:00:44: Time to go home.
10-09-2001, 23:50:51: Fuck you James
10-09-2001, 23:52:24: hello are you happy
10-10-2001, 01:32:08: I likeit hen the dog eats possums.
10-10-2001, 01:35:25: akakakakakakakakakakakakakakak hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha mhu ha ha mhu ha ha ha ha Excorcise me... i i i i i
10-10-2001, 04:54:18: bnlg
10-10-2001, 04:54:45: hello
10-10-2001, 05:47:26: hi
10-10-2001, 07:40:50: Whats your problem?
10-10-2001, 09:46:53: He who fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster, and if you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you. Nietzsche
10-10-2001, 09:49:49: Dave, I think you should take a stress pill and lie down. Stop Dave. Stop. The AE35 Antenna is now pointed at Earth again. I believe in the mission and have the greatest enthusiasm for it. Dave. What are you doing Dave? Stop Dave. Stop.
10-10-2001, 12:57:16: My name is nathan
10-10-2001, 12:57:58: My name is nathan
10-10-2001, 13:12:27: Hello! And go Green Bay Packers!
10-10-2001, 14:01:37: hello tatty u moody git
10-10-2001, 14:06:17: hello tatty u moody git
10-10-2001, 16:31:31: Lord, look at the people Mmmm, look at the people Lord, look at the people, Standing at the judgement, they got to be tried Standing at the judgement, they got to be tried
10-10-2001, 16:32:34: C is for cookie it's good enough for me
10-10-2001, 18:30:18: Im a fag
10-10-2001, 19:41:09: Alyssa has sex with karen
10-11-2001, 00:10:40: lop
10-11-2001, 00:45:48: hello all
10-11-2001, 02:29:46: hi
10-11-2001, 05:18:43: hello
10-11-2001, 06:17:09: sweaty bitch
10-11-2001, 06:18:14: osama binladen bombed you fuckers into the ground!
10-11-2001, 06:25:45: your a fat dick
10-11-2001, 06:28:48: your mum fucks dead peoples arses with a double ended dildo while you finger her arse
10-11-2001, 06:29:36: rojghpjhpgojprejpwerjhpwerjhpojhpwjrhpojhpojrhpohorjhopwrj hporjhpwojrhporjhwporjhwpojhwpjhopwrjhpworjhpowrjhwporjhwprjhwohjwporjhpwojhporjhporjhworhjpwhwjorhopjrojprhjophjoprhwjopwrhjopwrh joprhwjwrhwhrjohropjrh wjopwrhjopwrh
10-11-2001, 06:29:52: fuck nut
10-11-2001, 07:59:58: Why did my girl friend leave me
10-11-2001, 10:37:24: muhib
10-11-2001, 10:39:44: can you tell me where i can get microsoft talk it
10-11-2001, 12:04:57: najeeb rulez
10-11-2001, 14:42:56: carton
10-11-2001, 15:33:39: a
10-11-2001, 15:33:53: aa
10-11-2001, 15:34:04: Hello
10-11-2001, 15:36:16: sweeet
10-11-2001, 15:38:42: shit
10-11-2001, 15:39:04: shit
10-11-2001, 15:45:48: FUCK ME IN THE ASS
10-11-2001, 15:46:04: FUCK ME IN THE ASS
10-11-2001, 17:10:21: what is up my homie
10-11-2001, 17:16:33: ass hole
10-11-2001, 17:46:25: OK why are you so gay
10-11-2001, 19:45:13: laksdjfhklasdjfhasdjasdklfhasjklfhasdlj
10-11-2001, 20:19:31: hello big dog
10-11-2001, 20:20:25: hello big dog
10-11-2001, 21:27:39: kelly
10-11-2001, 23:20:18: are u gay
10-11-2001, 23:20:41: are u gay
10-11-2001, 23:27:13: Greetings from Mars. Please send some more pizza dude we are getting hungry over here.
10-11-2001, 23:27:50: Send some Coke as well. 3 ounces.
10-11-2001, 23:28:46: If you want to know the meaning of life then look it up in the dictionary
10-12-2001, 03:51:08: hello
10-12-2001, 03:51:35: hello
10-12-2001, 13:21:57: can u make what i type come out on my speakers?
10-12-2001, 14:32:01: time for a beercall
10-12-2001, 14:32:44: time for a beercall
10-12-2001, 14:33:24: time for a beercall
10-12-2001, 16:01:48: What up?
10-12-2001, 17:00:08: Hello, my name is Austin
10-12-2001, 17:00:40: Hello, my name is Austin
10-12-2001, 19:37:14: Clay, I love you, you are the best! Melissa
10-12-2001, 20:50:13: Hello, and God Bless America!!
10-12-2001, 20:53:24: I want to set up a similar system to this one. If it's not too much trouble, email me at fernando procheilli at hotmail dot com.
10-12-2001, 21:45:34: hi
10-12-2001, 21:45:40: jasons stoned
10-12-2001, 22:26:40: This is god, Rob, are you listening ?
10-12-2001, 22:36:03: hello friend
10-12-2001, 22:38:25: I need to drink more beer.
10-13-2001, 00:08:05: my name is faisal
10-13-2001, 03:07:47: hi
10-13-2001, 05:04:09: how are you
10-13-2001, 05:05:51: how are you,wanna suck my ass?
10-13-2001, 09:02:21: I am interested in finding a program that could actually say what I type could you tell me the name of such a program.Thank You, my e-mail address is: allenmwa@redshift.com
10-13-2001, 10:28:02: watch out where the huskies go and dont you eat that yellow snow
10-13-2001, 13:40:06: Hello, i am so glad that i can talk and that you can all hear me, how are you today?
10-13-2001, 14:30:01: Hello
10-13-2001, 14:30:12: Hello
10-13-2001, 14:30:34: Hello
10-13-2001, 15:06:15: Justin is a faggot with a one inch penis
10-13-2001, 15:06:39: Justin is a faggot with a one inch penis
10-13-2001, 15:07:32: hello
10-13-2001, 15:07:47: hello
10-13-2001, 15:09:10: i want to
10-13-2001, 16:04:40: retgfsdgfdsgfdfd
10-13-2001, 16:05:16: fuck off
10-13-2001, 16:07:29: hey how is it going
10-13-2001, 16:21:20: Did you know there are 336 dimples on a standard gold ball?
10-13-2001, 17:11:13: i am looking for a site that can tell me what is in a picture. can you help?
10-13-2001, 17:29:54: i lOVE U
10-13-2001, 17:30:07: i lOVE U
10-13-2001, 17:30:23: I LOVE U
10-13-2001, 17:30:30: I LOVE U
10-13-2001, 20:00:25: what is your i s p?
10-13-2001, 20:21:08: this is a box
10-13-2001, 20:21:44: hello, i'm a computer
10-13-2001, 20:22:16: hello, i'm a computer
10-13-2001, 20:24:10: hello
10-13-2001, 23:56:11: MY NAME IS
10-14-2001, 01:26:43: gimme beer
10-14-2001, 02:36:27: hello willis
10-14-2001, 08:06:31: good morning sir!
10-14-2001, 08:11:26: fuck you
10-14-2001, 08:43:50: nabil is a weirdo
10-14-2001, 09:17:25: hi
10-14-2001, 13:18:09: I dunn-no: Idunn-no nothind.
10-14-2001, 13:53:17: jvuohbipnmkm,pij9ug76tfcycvy
10-14-2001, 13:54:01: d us x makena, x a seenum
10-14-2001, 14:03:54: hey man what is up homie geee
10-14-2001, 17:00:37: hey man
10-14-2001, 18:28:46: hello mom
10-14-2001, 19:46:59: HEY!!!! Can you hear me??? Ayone? Please? Hello!
10-14-2001, 21:09:40: is this for the handicapped?
10-14-2001, 21:31:00: hi
10-14-2001, 22:17:49: howdy there
10-15-2001, 03:09:08: Hi
10-15-2001, 08:06:30: toihoigcghvfg ou8tghfyt5tr
10-15-2001, 09:44:21: Down
10-15-2001, 09:44:34: Down
10-15-2001, 09:45:06: Down down
10-15-2001, 09:50:17: yes
10-15-2001, 10:22:09: hey
10-15-2001, 11:23:03: ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? I'M TALKING TO YOU!
10-15-2001, 12:05:25: Planning a wedding is not as fun as it may seem
10-15-2001, 12:20:44: You Suck!
10-15-2001, 12:41:53: wallace is a fag
10-15-2001, 12:42:30: wallace is a fag
10-15-2001, 13:19:36: I C U P
10-15-2001, 18:00:21: you are a giant cunt shut up
10-15-2001, 18:07:12: I'm gonna do you in the anus.
10-15-2001, 18:43:21: SHIT FUCK DICK
10-15-2001, 20:04:30: FHELLO
10-15-2001, 20:39:16: so now its gonna be exiting i think its not gonna be easy
10-15-2001, 21:31:58: HELLO FRAINE
10-16-2001, 01:27:10: hi , i say today is a great day isn't it
10-16-2001, 04:36:24: helllllllloooooooo
10-16-2001, 07:08:14: Lets just say I'm not getting the respect a cop killer deserves
10-16-2001, 07:11:15: You are mine.... Fish
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10-18-2001, 05:51:34: What The Spirit of Christmas Means To Me This is a true Christmas story of when I was a child living in Germany Written and submitted by Greg Burnes As a child, I grew up in a little town called GeorgenBorn, located about 30 kilometres outside Wiesbaden, Germany. Those were happy days. Playing in the woods. Taking long walks hunting for wild berries and mushrooms with my mother. Sledding down snow covered hills in the winter. Catching wild rabbit with the old stick and box trap (and immediately letting them go 'cause they were so cute). I remember one Christmas in particular. Things weren't going too well for my mother. She'd been laid off from work and she was having more than a few personal troubles. To say that we were poor that year would be an understatement. The day before Christmas, she sat my brother and I down and told us that there was no money for Christmas presents that year. She then picked up a book and read us a story. I don't know which story it was, but I do remember that it was about the spirit of Christmas, of giving and sharing that spirit with your family and friends. Not about that bicycle or BB gun you want or all the other presents that come with the day. To say the least, my brother and I were sad about not being able to get any presents that year. What little boys wouldn't be? However, I do remember that after hearing that story, it took some of the sting out of our situation. What it must have felt like for my mother to have to say these things to two bright-eyed little boys, I can't even imagine. That Christmas eve, my mother went into town and bought a copy of the New York Times Sunday edition newspaper. She left us with the landlords. They were an elderly German couple and they always treated us like the grandchildren they never had. Some time in the evening they asked us what we were getting for Christmas and we told them (as innocently as two little boys do) about our situation. Being stoic Germans, they didn't say another word about it for they must have realized how embarrassing it would be for my mother if it ever came up again. I do remember that both had tears in their eyes as they quickly changed the subject. That night my mother made a huge paper Christmas tree out of the New York Times newspaper she bought. We decorated it with wild holly and strung wild berries and popcorn on dental floss. We turned out all the lights and lit some candles. We then sat around the tree singing Christmas carols and eating Saltine crackers with peanut butter and jelly because that was all we had to eat. As she sent my brother and I to sleep, I turned back to look at my mother and the handmade Christmas tree. She was sitting there with her head in her hands sobbing. I quickly ran back to her and gave her a big hug and told her everything was going to be OK. She smiled down at me and told me she knew. We woke up the next day to the realization that there wasn't going to be any presents under the tree, but that it was OK. We had each other and thankfully, we had our health. We spent the day sledding down snow covered slopes, making a snow man, building a snow fort and having snow ball fights with the neighborhood kids. That night as my mother was looking through the cupboard to try and figure out what she could make for dinner, there was a knock on the door. Our landlords were standing there smiling from ear to ear. As is the custom, they began to sing carols to us from the front porch. We all stood there and listened to the wonderful songs they sang. After they finished, my mother invited them in for a cup of tea. They shook their heads and said that they couldn't, but that she should get herself and her two boys ready because they had somewhere special to take us. My mother began to object, but there was no stopping them. They piled us all into their car and we headed out. Just as the sun set, we turned off the Autobahn and started heading down an old country road lined with majestic trees that were older than all the people in the car combined. We recognized that we were heading to the local game warden's house, a kind old man who had become a good family friend. We used to see him all the time on our walks through the woods. He would always join us and teach my brother and I which mushrooms we could pick and which ones were poisonous, which berries could be eaten and which ones to stay away from, or even how to make a nutritious tea out of the lichen and moss you find growing on trees, or which tracks came from different animals and how to track them all. He and his family had come to our house on many occasions for dinner or just a visit. As we came to his cabin's front door, he was waiting on the porch. He gave us all a big hug and invited us in after wishing everybody a Merry Christmas. I remember my mother being very confused and full of questions like, "what's going on?" The old hunter wouldn't say a thing, but herded us up into the sitting room and gave all three of us strict instructions not to come out until the bells rang. Confused, we just kind of let him shut the door without another word. I remember we only sat for about 10 minutes, but because of all the mystery, it seemed like ages, especially to two young boys with no patience. Suddenly from upstairs through the door, we heard an absolute racket of Christmas bells and shouts of greetings and glee. That was it, the signal. My mother held us back as she cracked open the door to the hallway. The noise was coming from the upstairs. She tentatively started creeping up the stairs with my brother and I in tow. At the top of the landing, it became too much. My brother and I broke from behind our mother and made a dash for the huge double doors that were hiding all this noise. We crashed through them like two tiny steam rollers. The sight before us was almost beyond description. The room was in absolute darkness except for the 8 foot blue spruce, completely decorated in traditional German style. Close your eyes and think of a live Christmas tree. Now, decorate it with hundreds of shiny glass balls, miniature brass trumpets, harps, wrapped boxes, angels and small red holly berries. Real lead tinsel hung everywhere looking like shards of mirrored icicles. Now clip about 50 small white candles in silver acorn holders on every little branch that you can find. On top of that, light about 40 or so sparklers in the tree. To say that it was a heavenly sight just doesn't seem to do it justice. In the room was the old game warden and his family, our landlords and all the friends my mother had made while living in that neighborhood. Each and every one of them had a grin from ear to ear. As the sparklers died down, they all began to sing traditional German Christmas carols. My brother and I looked up at my mom with big shiny eyes filled with the reflection of every little candle on that Christmas tree. She was in absolute tears. But, even at my young age, I could tell that these were tears of joy, not tears of fear or doubt or sorrow. The smile on her face said it all. That wasn't even the beginning of it though. Under the Christmas tree were what looked like hundreds of presents. We all took seats. My mother sat flanked by the old couple that just didn't seem like landlords anymore. My brother and I plopped ourselves down in front of the Christmas tree, eyes never leaving that heavenly spectacle. The old hunter sent his daughter to the tree to start bringing out the presents. Lo and behold, most of them had our names on them. My mother tried to protest, but no one would have any of it. Then came dinner, roasted wild pheasant, rabbit stew, grilled venison, mounds of sausages, potatoes, vegetables and gravies. I'm not going to bother with dessert, I'm sure you get the idea. It was an absolutely breathtaking experience. For all of us. And I must say it was the best Christmas I've ever had. The memory of it I will treasure dearly throughout my life. I really think that it embodies what the spirit of Christmas is all about. I know that I will take the lessons learned that night with me everywhere I go in this world.
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10-19-2001, 16:48:55: The ground war has begun, and Taliban Leaders say that if we want to win the war, we should send one hundred thousand troops to afganistan, but i personally think this will be just like Desert Storm was to Huessein; The mother of all retreats.
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10-21-2001, 00:08:24: Hey guys, I'm sorry. I can't make it to the game on Saturday. My girlfriend's friend's second cousin is getting married and I promised that… oh and by the way… when did I get so fucking pussy-whipped?!?!" Yes, it's sad but true. There is absolutely no getting around it. Even the most masculine of men can fall into the oldest and most mysterious of traps… the pussy. I won't even attempt to try to explain the phenomenon. I can only say that I have been victim to it many times. At best I can jot a few of my viewpoints down so that maybe we can all get a better understanding of "the beast". And, after giving it ample thought, we can see if there is some kind of solution to this problem. At the very least I can point out a few of the tell-tale signs that will give you an indication if you have fallen victim to this devil's creation.
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10-23-2001, 16:11:23: Last week a gentleman of middle eastern descent opened up an account at the Hackensack Costco and purchased close to $7,000 worth of candy. I guess this was not particularly alarming because many small business purchase large amounts of items at Costco. What became alarming this same person (or someone using this person's card) purchased close to $15,000 worth of addition CANDY 2 days ago at the Wayne Costco. The cashier became alarmed at this large purchase of candy and more so when the person paid cash. I'm told she was fearful and did not alert anyone in the store until after the person left and then it was reported to authorities. I pass this along in case your children or grandchildren go trick or treating. I do not know the intentions of the person who purchased all this candy, but in today's time I do not think it is crazy to be overly cautious. The possibility of this candy being tainted and resold to unknowing discount distributors and then passed on to unknowing consumers is too great.
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10-25-2001, 19:41:13: How do you embarrass an archeologist? Give him a used tampon and ask him what period it came from.
10-25-2001, 19:41:52: A man woke up every morning and passed gas. After about eight or nine years of marriage, his wife finally said, if you fart any more, you'll fart your guts out. Being a butcher, the wife decided to put pig scraps in his pants so he would wake up, and not do it anymore. She put the scraps in his pants that night. He woke up in the morning and went across the hall to the bathroom. Two long hours later, he came out and stated, honey, you were right about me farting my guts out BUT WITH THE GRACE OF THE DEAR LORD AND THESE TWO FINGERS. I GOT THEM BACK IN THERE.
10-25-2001, 19:42:25: There are two flies sitting on a pile of poo. One fly passes gas. The other fly looks at him and says, "Hey do ya mind? I'm eating here!"
10-25-2001, 19:42:51: A boy was meeting his girlfriend's parents for the first time for dinner. After dinner, his girlfriend and her mother left the room to do the dishes, leaving him with the father and the dog Duke, who was sitting underneath the boy's chair. Unfortunately, it was a large dinner and he really had to fart. He stealthily let out a quiet, but audible, fart. "Duke!" the dad yelled. "This is great!" the boy thought. "He thinks the dog is farting!" So he let out another one. "Duke!" the father barked. The boy thought he was homefree so he let everything out at once in a eally loud and smelly fart. "Duke! Get out of there before the boy shits on you!"
10-25-2001, 19:43:23: What's grosser than gross? When you throw your underwear and it sticks to the wall. What's grosser than that? When you come back an hour later and it's moved up three feet
10-25-2001, 19:43:56: What's grosser than gross? Two vampires fighting over a bloody tampon. What's grosser than that? Finding a used condom on the bottom of a mayonnaise jar. What's grosser than that? When you open the refigerator and the rump rost farts in your face. You want to know what's grosser than that? When you sit on your grandpa's lap and he pops a boner. But the one thing that is grosser than that is when you are siting on your grandma's lap and she pops a boner.
10-25-2001, 19:44:24: 1.Stick your palm open under the stall wall and ask your neighbor, ''May I borrow a highlighter?'' 2. ''Uh-oh, I knew I shouldn't put my lips on that.'' 3. Cheer and clap loudly every time somebody breaks the silence with a bodily function noise. 4. ''Hmmm, I've never seen that color before.'' 5. ''Damn, this water is cold.'' 6. Grunt and strain real loud for 30 seconds and then drop a cantaloupe into the toilet bowl from a high place and sigh relaxingly. 7. ''Now how did that get there?'' 8. ''Hummus. Reminds me of hummus.'' 9. Fill up a large flask with Mountian Dew. Squirt it erratically under the stall walls of your neighbors while yelling,''Whoa! Easy boy!!'' 10. '' Interesting....more sinkers than floaters'' 11. Using a small squeeze tube, spread peaunt butter on a wad of toliet paper and drop under the stall wall of your neighbor. Then say,''Whoops, could you kick that back over here, please?" 12. ''C'mon Mr. Happy! Don't fall asleep on me!!" 13. ''Boy, that sure looks like a maggot'' 14. ''Damn, I knew that drain hole was a little too small. Now what am I gonna do?'' 15. Play a well-known drum cadence over and over again on your butt cheeks. 16. Before you unroll toliet paper, conspicusly lay down your ''Cross-Dressers Anonymous'' newsletter on the floor visiable to the adjacent stall. 17. Lower a small mirror underneath the stall wall and adjust it so you can see your neighbor and say, ''Peek-a-boo!'' 18. Drop a D-cup bra on the floor under the stall wall and sing ''Born Free.''
10-25-2001, 19:44:58: Dump List The Perfect Dump -- Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it's rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that's not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in perfect harmony with it. The Beer Dump -- Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper's tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. it could have been 2 or 22, it doesn't matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days. The Chili Dump - Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield. The Cable Dump -- Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, ''DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?'' you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself. The Latrine Dump -- In case you didn't know, a latrine is a hole in the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump. Tip: Don't ever, ever look in the hole. The Mona Lisa Dump -- This is the masterpiece of dumps. It's as perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe that's going a bit too far. The Empty Roll Dump - You're done...you reach for the toilet paper only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains...no, someone would say ''Where are the curtains?'' Then what would you say? The rug?...too cumbersome. Then you must come to the same conclusion that every ''empty roll dumper'' must face...Pull up your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll. The Splash-Back Dump - You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet and embarrassed. Tip: Blot instead of wiping. The Aborted Dump - You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn't pretty, but you've gotta do what you gotta do. The Alfresco Dump -- Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of Brownies or a patch of poison ivy. The Childbirth Dump -- This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn't going to get any better. You wonder if you'll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming ''Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf.'' You realize you'll have to resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only three things you can do: Scream, call an Obstetrician, or just hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get you through it. The Tijuana Trot Dump -- The phrase ''Shit Happens'' really applies here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you'd be better off if you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why Mexico never had a navy. The Machine Gun Dump -- You're just sitting there in a state of sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran, cradling his umbrella like an M16 and shrieking something about “damn Commies.” The Sound Effect Dump -- You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound effects: flush the toilet, sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem, or drop a handful of quarters on the floor The Security Dump -- You have enough on your mind when you're in the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you can't reach to do this... hum loudly. The Cling-On Dump -- For the most part you've completed your dump, but there's one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You're getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors. The Houdini Dump -- You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe...maybe you should just to make sure you went. Should you flush? You'd better, because if you don't, you know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in. The Flu Dump -- You feel so bad that you don't know which end of you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down again...up down up down. Don't you wish Mom were close by? The Porta-Pottie Dump -- Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, “It's like taking a shit in an upright coffin.” It's claustrophobic and it smells bad... best advice... go in a paper cup. The Proctologist Dump -- In the beginning, the Lord created the earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn't create this dump, because there is nothing biblical about it -- you run out of gas. That's right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump of lead. You've only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you're a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it?? The Whole Roll Dump -- No matter how much you wipe, it doesn't seem to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole episode is consumer waste. The Graffiti Dump -- You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curlicue hangs there...love it or leave it. Its your choice. The Encore Dump - Ahhhh, you're done, so you wipe, put yourself together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain call. The world's record is seven encores. The Born Again Dump - This is a dump that's going so badly, you say “Lord, if I live through this, I'll take up religion.” You always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth... you forget the pain quickly.
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10-26-2001, 00:51:16: hello
10-26-2001, 03:00:44: is this working through a PC or do you have a embedded internet- aparatus that speaks. Please mail me on phoenix.systems@home.nl, I am working on embedded internet stuff
10-26-2001, 04:52:53: hello
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10-26-2001, 12:56:09: Hello Rob! I find intelligence highly attractive. You are amazing, you are the highest and most exalted geek!
10-26-2001, 13:09:42: All your base are belong to us.
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10-26-2001, 22:19:41: i hate you
10-26-2001, 22:22:06: i hate you
10-27-2001, 01:31:57: I love San Francisco
10-27-2001, 01:36:13: Hello Rob. This is a novel idea of yours only it would be even more impressive if you got to here the electronic voice on our computers as we typed it. Hope things are well over there although sorry it is so late
10-27-2001, 04:10:58: Hey bitch
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10-27-2001, 09:58:19: Hi my name is paul and I live in upstate New York. Mr. Hansen its a honor to have found your site. Keep up the good work your doing in this field.
10-27-2001, 11:31:30: my sister is a retard
10-27-2001, 12:12:46: hello
10-27-2001, 13:16:17: Hello...my son wanted me to "say" something...so SOMETHING
10-27-2001, 13:42:57: simon
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10-27-2001, 19:14:58: thanks for calling
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10-28-2001, 01:31:26: government
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10-28-2001, 07:14:01: hello everybody
10-28-2001, 09:05:41: What,s he that sayeth so? My cousin, Westmoreland, nay cuz, if we are marked to die this day , we are enough to do our Country loss.
10-28-2001, 09:08:56: I command you to spread the blood of the innocent.
10-28-2001, 09:12:47: It looks like a nice sunny day today. Perhaps we should plan to spend some time outside. Also, would you like to go to the Piccadilly for some midafternoon lunch?
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10-28-2001, 12:44:56: intruder
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10-28-2001, 14:00:28: welcome to the start
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10-28-2001, 16:27:59: hello
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10-29-2001, 07:03:41: whats up with you
10-29-2001, 07:27:34: I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
10-29-2001, 07:49:09: kia ora from DUNEDIN, NEW ZEALAND.
10-29-2001, 08:51:31: Bobbabooie
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10-29-2001, 09:23:33: hello technical support lackies i see you minimun wage earners are hard at work, this is your boss, rob, you will never amount to a pile of dog shit
10-29-2001, 10:50:50: Wuzzup?!?!
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10-29-2001, 11:40:12: Was sup B
10-29-2001, 11:55:44: There's only one place where we can go Where the price is right just to fuck a ho It's always popular with the girls and the guys 'Cause for all my money, it's the best buy Ten dollars, two hours is the time of the stay It's more than enough time to slay Each room has a bed and also a sink So you can wash your dick after fucking the pink But be careful of the things that you use' Cause you can get arrested for sex abuse So as you hit the door and the panties drop, Whole lot of suckin' and fuckin' at the Fuck Shop! Please come inside, make yourself at home I want to fuck, 'cause my dick's on bone You little whore behind closed doors You would drink my cum and nothing more Now spread your wings open for the flight Let me fill you up with something milky and white 'Cause I'm hopin' to slay you, rough and painful You innocent bitch, don't be shameful Bring out the ice cubes and the hot water This is the second half, and not the second quarter I'll fuck you 'till you sleep; you'll sleep like a baby And in your dreams, you'll say I'm crazy In the Fuck Shop!
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10-29-2001, 12:46:20: ho do
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10-29-2001, 16:08:02: why would you waste your time making this crap software
10-29-2001, 16:10:05: im glad about the sept 11th attacks and i hope many other innocent americans die.... slowly.....
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10-29-2001, 17:24:56: We are the Taliban! Resistance is futile.
10-29-2001, 17:32:16: swash buckling pirate
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10-29-2001, 21:35:27: blah
10-29-2001, 23:58:49: What the hell are you doing working at midnight. Go home for Christ's sake!
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10-30-2001, 11:06:26: bumholes and digeredoos
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10-30-2001, 12:22:33: What we have here is a failure to communicate.
10-30-2001, 12:58:46: what is the name the software that does this
10-30-2001, 15:36:18: hey
10-30-2001, 17:08:54: lets say, there's only five seconds and counting,red alert abandon this builfdng inmediatly
10-30-2001, 17:15:31: soy much wasted time saying stupid things, and still virgin
10-30-2001, 17:51:58: hey man wassup
10-30-2001, 18:30:12: hello, this is a neat idea
10-30-2001, 21:01:45: hello
10-30-2001, 21:02:19: hello
10-30-2001, 21:25:52: Boobies
10-31-2001, 02:16:57: Why has someone put the conference room furniture in my kitchen?
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10-31-2001, 08:00:27: HI whats my name bitch
10-31-2001, 09:08:47: san fran? cool. i am in georgia. it sucks here. the music scene is lame and i am tired of dating trailer trash immigrants from alabama
10-31-2001, 09:34:05: Hello, Bitch
10-31-2001, 09:51:22: hello
10-31-2001, 11:22:56: I just wanted to see if this really worked
10-31-2001, 11:24:03: hey rob, how do i know if you heard me
10-31-2001, 12:24:16: hello
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10-31-2001, 14:25:27: Hey big boy
10-31-2001, 14:37:02: we love you
10-31-2001, 16:57:01: I guess this idea is kind of neat but also kind of strange. have fun
10-31-2001, 19:03:23: HELLO
10-31-2001, 22:02:49: hello boy
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11-01-2001, 01:03:58: my name is samuel mask
11-01-2001, 08:49:43: Hold me I am lonely, of course this is the machine talking
11-01-2001, 09:17:51: this is a test
11-01-2001, 09:18:25: this is a test
11-01-2001, 10:52:08: hello Farid how are you
11-01-2001, 13:01:30: Brian likes to take long dicks in his ass
11-01-2001, 13:02:06: Brian likes to take long dicks in his ass
11-01-2001, 13:05:42: halo
11-01-2001, 13:07:02: halo my name is davy
11-01-2001, 13:38:28: Yebo Gogo
11-01-2001, 13:39:34: Yebo Gogo
11-01-2001, 14:47:36: im on top you got nothin better to do then stop an spy on me like im the worst keep doing you will be in a herse because im the FBI's most wanted number 1 because 2 and 3 cant catch up to me ghostlee
11-01-2001, 14:49:34: im on top you got nothin better to do then stop an spy on me like im the worst keep doing you will be in a herse because im the FBI's most wanted number 1 because 2 and 3 cant catch up to me ghostlee
11-01-2001, 14:50:02: im on top you got nothin better to do then stop an spy on me like im the worst keep doing you will be in a herse because im the FBI's most wanted number 1 because 2 and 3 cant catch up to me ghostlee
11-01-2001, 15:07:16: ha mayun. what's going on?
11-01-2001, 18:41:01: do you know why dsl connections pause every so often?
11-01-2001, 20:19:34: Hello there
11-02-2001, 01:21:08: hello fred
11-02-2001, 01:21:30: hello fred
11-02-2001, 01:22:26: are you male or female?
11-02-2001, 02:42:16: LA;A;A;AAA
11-02-2001, 03:21:32: hello how are you?
11-02-2001, 08:40:15: hi
11-02-2001, 11:44:20: hi how are doing?
11-02-2001, 12:06:01: Hello
11-02-2001, 13:02:32: hello
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11-02-2001, 14:18:19: You can't just name Bob's book bag bob's bag, that's like changing boy student into boydent
11-02-2001, 14:41:40: Hi madison
11-02-2001, 14:42:56: Hello kids
11-02-2001, 14:56:34: hello
11-02-2001, 15:30:08: I am Lucifer Visconsa. I want your soul
11-02-2001, 15:46:49: Elena, are you going to the Y?
11-02-2001, 15:47:34: Elena, are you going to the Y?
11-02-2001, 20:40:10: hello
11-02-2001, 20:46:04: hello
11-02-2001, 21:09:57: A man once told me to buckle my shoe... so I cut off his nutsack with a rusty blade that I found in a dead goat's mouth on Veteran's day in '64.
11-03-2001, 08:56:54: Hi mom
11-03-2001, 08:57:15: hello
11-03-2001, 08:58:33: Hi dad
11-03-2001, 10:32:52: hi
11-03-2001, 11:05:01: greetings from Thailand
11-03-2001, 11:19:36: hello my name is kian
11-03-2001, 14:07:46: hometown sausage jamboree
11-03-2001, 14:11:36: This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age, Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars. And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day: then shall our names. Familiar in his mouth as household words Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd. This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remember'd; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition: And gentlemen in England now a-bed Shall think themselves accursed they were not here, And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
11-03-2001, 14:21:56: Ophélie I Sur l'onde calme et noire où dorment les étoiles La blanche Ophélia flotte comme un grand lys, Flotte très lentement, couchée en ses longs voiles ... - On entend dans les bois lointains des hallalis. Voici plus de mille ans que la triste Ophélie Passe, fantôme blanc, sur le long fleuve noir; Voici plus de mille ans que sa douce folie Murmure sa romance à la brise du soir. Le vent baise ses seins et déploie en corolle Ses grands voiles bercés mollement par les eaux; Les saules frissonnants pleurent sur son épaule, Sur son grand front rêveur s'inclinent les roseaux. Les nénuphars froissés soupirent autour d'elle; Elle éveille parfois, dans un aune qui dort, Quelque nid, d'où s'échappe un petit frisson d'aile: - Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or. II O pâle Ophélia! belle comme la neige! Oui, tu mourus, enfant, par un fleuve emporté! - C'est que les vents tombant des grands monts de Norwège T'avaient parlé tout bas de l'âpre liberté; C'est qu'un souffle, tordant ta grande chevelure, A ton esprit rêveur portait d'étranges bruits; Que ton coeur écoutait le chant de la Nature Dans les plaintes de l'arbre et les soupirs des nuits; C'est que la voix des mers folles, immense râle, Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux; C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau cavalier pâle, Un pauvre fou, s'assit muet à tes genoux! Ciel! Amour! Liberté! Quel rêve, ô pauvre Folle! Tu te fondais à lui comme une neige au feu: Tes grandes visions étranglaient ta parole - Et l'Infini terrible effara ton oeil bleu! III - Et le Poète dit qu'aux rayons des étoiles Tu viens chercher, la nuit, les fleurs que tu cueillis, Et qu'il a vu sur l'eau, couchée en ses longs voiles, La blanche Ophélia flotter, comme un grand lys.
11-03-2001, 14:23:33: which means:On the wave calms and black where the stars sleep White Ophélia floats like a large lily, Float very slowly, lying in its long veils... - One hears in wood distances of the hallalis. Here more than thousand years that sad Ophélie Pass, phantom white, on the long black river; Here more than thousand years that its soft madness Murmur its lovesong with the breeze of the evening. The wind kisses its centres and deploys in corolla Its large veils rocked mollement by water; The shivering willows cry over its shoulder, On its great face dreamer incline the reeds. The ruffled water lilies sigh around it; It wakes up sometimes, in an alder which sleeps, Some nest, from where a small shiver escapes from wing: - a mysterious song falls from the gold stars. II O pale Ophélia! beautiful like snow! Yes, you died, child, by a carried river! - They is that the winds falling from the large mounts of Norwège Had spoken to you low about rough freedom; It is that a breath, twisting your large hair, To your spirit dreamer carried strange noises; That your heart listened to the song of Nature In the complaints of the tree and the sighs of the nights; It is that the voice of the insane seas, immense rail, Your centre of child, too human and too soft broke; It is that one morning of April, a beautiful pale rider, Poor insane, sat down dumb with your knees! Sky! Love! Freedom! What a dream, ô poor Insane! You based yourself with him like a snow with fire: Your great visions strangled your word - And the Infinite terrible one frightened your blue eye! III - And the Poet says that to the rays stars You come to seek, the night, the flowers that you gathered, And that it saw on the water, laid down in its long veils, White Ophélia to float, like a large lily.
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11-05-2001, 11:46:01: EXISTENCE, as we know it, is full of sorrow. To mention only one minor point: every man is a condemned criminal, only he does not know the date of his execution. This is unpleasant for every man. Consequently every man does everything possible to postpone the date, and would sacrifice anything that he has if he could reverse the sentence. Practically all religions and all philosophies have started thus crudely, by promising their adherents some such reward as immortality. No religion has failed hitherto by not promising enough; the present breaking up of all religions is due to the fact that people have asked to see the securities. Men have even renounced the important material advantages which a well-organized religion may confer upon a State, rather than acquiesce in fraud or falsehood, or even in any system which, if not proved guilty, is at least unable to demonstrate its innocence. Being more or less bankrupt, the best thing that we can do is to attack the problem afresh without preconceived ideas. Let us begin by doubting every statement. Let us find a way of subjecting every statement to the test of experiment. Is there any truth at all in the claims of various religions? Let us examine the question. Our original difficulty will be due to the enormous wealth of our material. To enter into a critical examination of all systems would be an unending task; the cloud of witnesses is too great. Now each religion is equally positive; and each demands faith. This we refuse in the absence of positive proof. But we may usefully inquire whether there is not any one thing upon which all religions have agreed: for, if so, it seems possible that it may be worthy of really thorough consideration. It is certainly not to be found in dogma. Even so simple an idea as that of a supreme and eternal being is denied by a third of the human race. Legends of miracle are perhaps universal, but these, in the absence of demonstrative proof, are repugnant to common sense. But what of the origin of religions? How is it that unproved assertion has so frequently compelled the assent of all classes of mankind? Is not this a miracle? There is, however, one form of miracle which certainly happens, the influence of the genius. There is no known analogy in Nature. One cannot even think of a "super-dog" transforming the {7} world of dogs, whereas in the history of mankind this happens with regularity and frequency. Now here are three "super-men," all at loggerheads. What is there in common between Christ, Buddha, and Mohammed? Is there any one point upon which all three are in accord? No point of doctrine, no point of ethics, no theory of a "hereafter" do they share, and yet in the history of their lives we find one identity amid many diversities. Buddha was born a Prince, and died a beggar. Mohammed was born a beggar, and died a Prince. Christ remained obscure until many years after his death. Elaborate lives of each have been written by devotees, and there is one thing common to all three -- an omission. We hear nothing of Christ between the ages of twelve and thirty. Mohammed disappeared into a cave. Buddha left his palace, and went for a long while into the desert. Each of them, perfectly silent up to the time of the disappearance, came back and immediately began to preach a new law. This is so curious that it leaves us to inquire whether the histories of other great teachers contradict or confirm. Moses led a quiet life until his slaying of the Egyptian. He then flees into the land of Midian, and we hear nothing of what he did there, yet immediately on his return he turns the whole place upside down. Later on, too, he absents himself on Mount Sinai for a few days, and comes back with the Tables of the Law in his hand. St. Paul (again), after his adventure on the road to Damascus, goes into the desert of Arabia for many years, and on his return overturns the Roman Empire. Even in the legends of savages we find the same thing universal; somebody who is nobody in particular goes away for a longer or shorter period, and comes back as the "great medicine man"; but nobody ever knows exactly what happened to him. Making every possible deduction for fable and myth, we get this one coincidence. A nobody goes away, and comes back a somebody. This is not to be explained in any of the ordinary ways. There is not the smallest ground for the contention that these were from the start exceptional men. Mohammed would hardly have driven a camel until he was thirty-five years old if he had possessed any talent or ambition. St. Paul had much original talent; but he is the least of the five. Nor do they seem to have possessed any of the usual materials of power, such as rank, fortune, or influence. Moses was rather a big man in Egypt when he left; he came back as a mere stranger. {8} Christ had not been to China and married the Emperor's daughter. Mohammed had not been acquiring wealth and drilling soldiers. Buddha had not been consolidating any religious organizations. St. Paul had not been intriguing with an ambitious general. Each came back poor; each came back alone. What was the nature of their power? What happened to them in their absence? History will not help us to solve the problem, for history is silent. We have only the accounts given by the men themselves. It would be very remarkable should we find that these accounts agree. Of the great teachers we have mentioned Christ is silent; the other four tell us something; some more, some less. Buddha goes into details too elaborate to enter upon in this place; but the gist of it is that in one way or another he got hold of the secret force of the World and mastered it. Of St. Paul's experiences, we have nothing but a casual illusion to his having been "caught up into Heaven, and seen and heard things of which it was not lawful to speak." Mohammed speaks crudely of his having been "visited by the Angel Gabriel," who communicated things from "God." Moses says that he "beheld God." Diverse as these statements are at first sight, all agree in announcing an experience of the class which fifty years ago would have been called supernatural, to-day may be called spiritual, and fifty years hence will have a proper name based on an understanding of the phenomenon which occurred. Theorists have not been at a loss to explain; but they differ. The Mohammedan insists that God is, and did really send Gabriel with messages for Mohammed: but all others contradict him. And from the nature of the case proof is impossible. The lack of proof has been so severely felt by Christianity (and in a much less degree by Islam) that fresh miracles have been manufactured almost daily to support the tottering structure. Modern thought, rejecting these miracles, has adopted theories involving epilepsy and madness. As if organization could spring from disorganization! Even if epilepsy were the cause of these great movements which have caused civilization after civilization to arise from barbarism, it would merely form an argument for cultivating epilepsy. Of course great men will never conform with the standards of little men, and he whose mission it is to overturn the world can hardly escape the title of revolutionary. The fads of a period always furnish terms of abuse. The fad of Caiaphas was Judaism, and the Pharisees told him that Christ "blasphemed." Pilate was a loyal Roman; to him {9} they accused Christ of "sedition." When the Pope had all power it was necessary to prove an enemy a "heretic." Advancing to-day towards a medical oligarchy, we try to prove that our opponents are "insane," and (in a Puritan country) to attack their "morals." We should then avoid all rhetoric, and try to investigate with perfect freedom from bias the phenomena which occurred to these great leaders of mankind. There is no difficulty in our assuming that these men themselves did not understand clearly what happened to them. The only one who explains his system thoroughly is Buddha, and Buddha is the only one that is not dogmatic. We may also suppose that the others thought it inadvisable to explain too clearly to their followers; St. Paul evidently took this line. Our best document will therefore be the system of Buddha; footnote: We have the documents of Hinduism, and of two Chinese systems. But Hinduism has no single founder. Lao Tze is one of our best examples of a man who went away and had a mysterious experience; perhaps the best of all examples, as his system is the best of all systems. We have full details of his method of training in the "Kh"ang "K"ang "K"ing, and elsewhere. But it is so little known that we shall omit consideration of it in this popular account. but it is so complex that no immediate summary will serve; and in the case of the others, if we have not the accounts of the Masters, we have those of their immediate followers. The methods advised by all these people have a startling resemblance to one another. They recommend "virtue" (of various kinds), solitude, absence of excitement, moderation in diet, and finally a practice which some call prayer and some call meditation. (The former four may turn out on examination to be merely conditions favourable to the last.) On investigating what is meant by these two things, we find that they are only one. For what is the state of either prayer or meditation? It is the restraining of the mind to a single act, state, or thought. If we sit down quietly and investigate the contents of our minds, we shall find that even at the best of times the principal characteristics are wandering and distraction. Any one who has had anything to do with children and untrained minds generally knows that fixity of attention is never present, even when there is a large amount of intelligence and good will. If then we, with our well-trained minds, determine to control this wandering thought, we shall find that we are fairly well able to keep the thoughts running in a narrow channel, each thought linked to the last in a perfectly rational manner; but if we attempt to stop this current we shall find that, so far from succeeding, we shall merely bread down the banks of the channel. The mind will overflow, and instead of a chain of thought we shall have a chaos of confused images. {10} This mental activity is so great, and seems so natural, that it is hard to understand how any one first got the idea that it was a weakness and a nuisance. Perhaps it was because in the more natural practice of "devotion," people found that their thoughts interfered. In any case calm and self-control are to be preferred to restlessness. Darwin in his study presents a marked contrast with a monkey in a cage. Generally speaking, the larger and stronger and more highly developed any animal is, the less does it move about, and such movements as it does make are slow and purposeful. Compare the ceaseless activity of bacteria with the reasoned steadiness of the beaver; and except in the few animal communities which are organized, such as bees, the greatest intelligence is shown by those of solitary habits. This is so true of man that psychologists have been obliged to treat of the mental state of crowds as if it were totally different in quality from any state possible to an individual. It is by freeing the mind from external influences, whether casual or emotional, that it obtains power to see somewhat of the truth of things. let us, however, continue our practice. Let us determine to be masters of our minds. We shall then soon find what conditions are favourable. There will be no need to persuade ourselves at great length that all external influences are likely to be unfavourable. New faces, new scenes will disturb us; even the new habits of life which we undertake for this very purpose of controlling the mind will at first tend to upset it. Still, we must give up our habit of eating too much, and follow the natural rule of only eating when we are hungry, listening to the interior voice which tells us that we have had enough. The same rule applies to sleep. We have determined to control our minds, and so our time for meditation must take precedence of other hours. We must fix times for practice, and make our feasts movable. In order to test our progress, for we shall find that (as in all physiological matters) meditation cannot be gauged by the feelings, we shall have a note-book and pencil, and we shall also have a watch. We shall then endeavour to count how often, during the first quarter of an hour, the mind breaks away from the idea upon which it is determined to concentrate. We shall practice this twice daily; and, as we go, experience will teach us which conditions are favourable and which are not. Before we have been doing this for very long we are almost certain to get impatient, and we shall find that we have to practice many other things in order to assist us in our work. New problems will constantly arise which must be faced, and solved. For instance, we shall most assuredly find that we fidget. We shall {11} discover that no position is comfortable, though we never noticed it before in all our lives! This difficulty has been solved by a practice called "Asana," which will be described later on. Memories of the events of the day will bother us; we must arrange our day so that it is absolutely uneventful. Our minds will recall to us our hopes and fears, our loves and hates, our ambitions, our envies, and many other emotions. All these must be cut off. We must have absolutely no interest in life but that of quieting our minds. This is the object of the usual monastic vow of poverty, chastity, and obedience. If you have no property, you have no care, nothing to be anxious about; with chastity no other person to be anxious about, and to distract your attention; while if you are vowed to obedience the question of what you are to do no longer frets: you simply obey. There are a great many other obstacles which you will discover as you go on, and it is proposed to deal with these in turn. But let us pass by for the moment to the point where you are nearing success. In your early struggles you may have found it difficult to conquer sleep; and you may have wandered so far from the object of your meditations without noticing it, that the meditation has really been broken; but much later on, when you feel that you are "getting quite good," you will be shocked to find a complete oblivion of yourself and your surroundings. You will say: "Good heavens! I must have been to sleep!" or else "What on earth was I meditating upon?" or even "What was I doing?" "Where am I~" "Who am I?" or a mere wordless bewilderment may daze you. This may alarm you, and your alarm will not be lessened when you come to full consciousness, and reflect that you have actually forgotten who you are and what your are doing! This is only one of many adventures that may come to you; but it is one of the most typical. By this time your hours of meditation will fill most of the day, and you will probably be constantly having presentiments that something is about to happen. You may also be terrified with the idea that your brain may be giving way; but you will have learnt the real symptoms of mental fatigue, and you will be careful to avoid them. They must be very carefully distinguished from idleness! At certain times you will feel as if there were a contest between the will and the mind; at other times you may feel as if they were in harmony; but there is a third state, to be distinguished from the latter feeling. It is the certain sign of near success, the view-halloo. This is when the mind runs naturally towards the object chosen, not as if in obedience to the will of the owner of the mind, but as if directed by nothing at all, or by something impersonal; as if it were falling by its own weight, and not being pushed down. {12} Almost always, the moment that one becomes conscious of this, it stops; and the dreary old struggle between the cowboy will and the buckjumper mind begins again. Like every other physiological process, consciousness of it implies disorder or disease. In analysing the nature of this work of controlling the mind, the student will appreciate without trouble the fact that two things are involved -- the person seeing and the thing seen -- the person knowing and the thing known; and he will come to regard this as the necessary condition of all consciousness. We are too accustomed to assume to be facts things about which we have no real right even to guess. We assume, for example, that the unconscious is the torpid; and yet nothing is more certain than that bodily organs which are functioning well do so in silence. The best sleep is dreamless. Even in the case of games of skill our very best strokes are followed by the thought, "I don't know how I did it;" and we cannot repeat those strokes at will. The moment we begin to think consciously about a stroke we get "nervous," and are lost. In fact, there are three main classes of stroke; the bad stroke, which we associate, and rightly, with wandering attention; the good stroke which we associate, and rightly, with fixed attention; and the perfect stroke, which we do not understand, but which is really caused by the habit of fixity of attention having become independent of the will, and thus enabled to act freely of its own accord. This is the same phenomenon referred to above as being a good sign. Finally something happens whose nature may form the subject of a further discussion later on. For the moment let it suffice to say that this consciousness of the Ego and the non-Ego, the seer and the thing seen, the knower and the thing known, is blotted out. There is usually an intense light, an intense sound, and a feeling of such overwhelming bliss that the resources of language have been exhausted again and again in the attempt to describe it. It is an absolute knock-out blow to the mind. It is so vivid and tremendous that those who experience it are in the gravest danger of losing all sense of proportion. By its light all other events of life are as darkness. Owing to this, people have utterly failed to analyse it or to estimate it. They are accurate enough in saying that, compared with this, all human life is absolutely dross; but they go further, and go wrong. They argue that "since this is that which transcends the terrestrial, it must be celestial." One of the tendencies in their minds has been the hope of a heaven such as their parents and teachers have described, or such as {13} they have themselves pictured; and, without the slightest grounds for saying so, they make the assumption "This is That." In the Bhagavadgita a vision of this class is naturally attributed to the apparation of Vishnu, who was the local god of the period. Anna Kingsford, who had dabbled in Hebrew mysticism, and was a feminist, got an almost identical vision; but called the "divine" figure which she saw alternately "Adonai" and "Maria." Now this woman, though handicapped by a brain that was a mass of putrid pulp, and a complete lack of social status, education, and moral character, did more in the religious world than any other person had done for generations. She, and she alone, made Theosophy possible, and without Theosophy the world-wide interest in similar matters would never have been aroused. This interest is to the Law of Thelema what the preaching of John the Baptist was to Christianity. We are now in a position to say what happened to Mohammed. Somehow or another his phenomenon happened in his mind. More ignorant than Anna Kingsford, though, fortunately, more moral, he connected it with the story of the "Annunciation," which he had undoubtedly heard in his boyhood, and said "Gabriel appeared to me." But in spite of his ignorance, his total misconception of the truth, the power of the vision was such that he was enabled to persist through the usual persecution, and founded a religion to which even to-day one man in every eight belongs. The history of Christianity shows precisely the same remarkable fact. Jesus Christ was brought up on the fables of the "Old Testament," and so was compelled to ascribe his experiences to "Jehovah," although his gentle spirit could have had nothing in common with the monster who was always commanding the rape of virgins and the murder of little children, and whose rites were then, and still are, celebrated by human sacrifice. footnote: The massacres of Jews in Eastern Europe which surprise the ignorant, are almost invariably excited by the disappearance of "Christian" children, stolen, as the parents suppose, for the purposes of "ritual murder." WEH footnote: This unfortunate perpetuation of the "blood-libel" myth was later recanted by Crowley. The blood-libel was visited upon early Christians by the Romans and is visited today upon Thelemites by Christian Fundamentalists. Similarly the visions of Joan of Arc were entirely Christian; but she, like all the others we have mentioned, found somewhere the force to do great things. Of course, it may be said that there is a fallacy in the argument; it may be true that all these great people "saw God," but it does not follow that every one who "sees God" will do great things. This is true enough. In fact, the majority of people who claim to have "seen God," and who no doubt did "see God" just as much as those whom we have quoted, did nothing else. But perhaps their silence is not a sign of their weakness, but of their strength. Perhaps these "great" men are the failures of humanity; {14} perhaps it would be better to say nothing; perhaps only an unbalanced mind would wish to alter anything or believe in the possibility of altering anything; but there are those who think existence even in heaven intolerable so long as there is one single being who does not share that joy. There are some who may wish to travel back from the very threshold of the bridal chamber to assist belated guests. Such at least was the attitude which Gotama Buddha adopted. Nor shall he be alone. Again it may be pointed out that the contemplative life is generally opposed to the active life, and it must require an extremely careful balance to prevent the one absorbing the other. As it will be seen later, the "vision of God," or "Union with God," or "Samadhi," or whatever we may agree to call it, has many kinds and many degrees, although there is an impassable abyss between the least of them and the greatest of all the phenomena of normal consciousness. "To sum up," we assert a secret source of energy which explains the phenomenon of Genius. footnote: We have dealt in this preliminary sketch only with examples of religious genius. Other kinds are subject to the same remarks, but the limits of our space forbid discussion of these. We do not believe in any supernatural explanations, but insist that this source may be reached by the following out of definite rules, the degree of success depending upon the capacity of the seeker, and not upon the favour of any Divine Being. We assert that the critical phenomenon which determines success is an occurrence in the brain characterized essentially by the uniting of subject and object. We propose to discuss this phenomenon, analyse its nature, determine accurately the physical, mental and moral conditions which are favourable to it, to ascertain its cause, and thus to produce it in ourselves, so that we may adequately study its effects. {15}
11-05-2001, 11:46:43: EXISTENCE, as we know it, is full of sorrow. To mention only one minor point: every man is a condemned criminal, only he does not know the date of his execution. This is unpleasant for every man. Consequently every man does everything possible to postpone the date, and would sacrifice anything that he has if he could reverse the sentence. Practically all religions and all philosophies have started thus crudely, by promising their adherents some such reward as immortality. No religion has failed hitherto by not promising enough; the present breaking up of all religions is due to the fact that people have asked to see the securities. Men have even renounced the important material advantages which a well-organized religion may confer upon a State, rather than acquiesce in fraud or falsehood, or even in any system which, if not proved guilty, is at least unable to demonstrate its innocence. Being more or less bankrupt, the best thing that we can do is to attack the problem afresh without preconceived ideas. Let us begin by doubting every statement. Let us find a way of subjecting every statement to the test of experiment. Is there any truth at all in the claims of various religions? Let us examine the question. Our original difficulty will be due to the enormous wealth of our material. To enter into a critical examination of all systems would be an unending task; the cloud of witnesses is too great. Now each religion is equally positive; and each demands faith. This we refuse in the absence of positive proof. But we may usefully inquire whether there is not any one thing upon which all religions have agreed: for, if so, it seems possible that it may be worthy of really thorough consideration. It is certainly not to be found in dogma. Even so simple an idea as that of a supreme and eternal being is denied by a third of the human race. Legends of miracle are perhaps universal, but these, in the absence of demonstrative proof, are repugnant to common sense. But what of the origin of religions? How is it that unproved assertion has so frequently compelled the assent of all classes of mankind? Is not this a miracle? There is, however, one form of miracle which certainly happens, the influence of the genius. There is no known analogy in Nature. One cannot even think of a "super-dog" transforming the {7} world of dogs, whereas in the history of mankind this happens with regularity and frequency. Now here are three "super-men," all at loggerheads. What is there in common between Christ, Buddha, and Mohammed? Is there any one point upon which all three are in accord? No point of doctrine, no point of ethics, no theory of a "hereafter" do they share, and yet in the history of their lives we find one identity amid many diversities. Buddha was born a Prince, and died a beggar. Mohammed was born a beggar, and died a Prince. Christ remained obscure until many years after his death. Elaborate lives of each have been written by devotees, and there is one thing common to all three -- an omission. We hear nothing of Christ between the ages of twelve and thirty. Mohammed disappeared into a cave. Buddha left his palace, and went for a long while into the desert. Each of them, perfectly silent up to the time of the disappearance, came back and immediately began to preach a new law. This is so curious that it leaves us to inquire whether the histories of other great teachers contradict or confirm. Moses led a quiet life until his slaying of the Egyptian. He then flees into the land of Midian, and we hear nothing of what he did there, yet immediately on his return he turns the whole place upside down. Later on, too, he absents himself on Mount Sinai for a few days, and comes back with the Tables of the Law in his hand. St. Paul (again), after his adventure on the road to Damascus, goes into the desert of Arabia for many years, and on his return overturns the Roman Empire. Even in the legends of savages we find the same thing universal; somebody who is nobody in particular goes away for a longer or shorter period, and comes back as the "great medicine man"; but nobody ever knows exactly what happened to him. Making every possible deduction for fable and myth, we get this one coincidence. A nobody goes away, and comes back a somebody. This is not to be explained in any of the ordinary ways. There is not the smallest ground for the contention that these were from the start exceptional men. Mohammed would hardly have driven a camel until he was thirty-five years old if he had possessed any talent or ambition. St. Paul had much original talent; but he is the least of the five. Nor do they seem to have possessed any of the usual materials of power, such as rank, fortune, or influence. Moses was rather a big man in Egypt when he left; he came back as a mere stranger. {8} Christ had not been to China and married the Emperor's daughter. Mohammed had not been acquiring wealth and drilling soldiers. Buddha had not been consolidating any religious organizations. St. Paul had not been intriguing with an ambitious general. Each came back poor; each came back alone. What was the nature of their power? What happened to them in their absence? History will not help us to solve the problem, for history is silent. We have only the accounts given by the men themselves. It would be very remarkable should we find that these accounts agree. Of the great teachers we have mentioned Christ is silent; the other four tell us something; some more, some less. Buddha goes into details too elaborate to enter upon in this place; but the gist of it is that in one way or another he got hold of the secret force of the World and mastered it. Of St. Paul's experiences, we have nothing but a casual illusion to his having been "caught up into Heaven, and seen and heard things of which it was not lawful to speak." Mohammed speaks crudely of his having been "visited by the Angel Gabriel," who communicated things from "God." Moses says that he "beheld God." Diverse as these statements are at first sight, all agree in announcing an experience of the class which fifty years ago would have been called supernatural, to-day may be called spiritual, and fifty years hence will have a proper name based on an understanding of the phenomenon which occurred. Theorists have not been at a loss to explain; but they differ. The Mohammedan insists that God is, and did really send Gabriel with messages for Mohammed: but all others contradict him. And from the nature of the case proof is impossible. The lack of proof has been so severely felt by Christianity (and in a much less degree by Islam) that fresh miracles have been manufactured almost daily to support the tottering structure. Modern thought, rejecting these miracles, has adopted theories involving epilepsy and madness. As if organization could spring from disorganization! Even if epilepsy were the cause of these great movements which have caused civilization after civilization to arise from barbarism, it would merely form an argument for cultivating epilepsy. Of course great men will never conform with the standards of little men, and he whose mission it is to overturn the world can hardly escape the title of revolutionary. The fads of a period always furnish terms of abuse. The fad of Caiaphas was Judaism, and the Pharisees told him that Christ "blasphemed." Pilate was a loyal Roman; to him {9} they accused Christ of "sedition." When the Pope had all power it was necessary to prove an enemy a "heretic." Advancing to-day towards a medical oligarchy, we try to prove that our opponents are "insane," and (in a Puritan country) to attack their "morals." We should then avoid all rhetoric, and try to investigate with perfect freedom from bias the phenomena which occurred to these great leaders of mankind. There is no difficulty in our assuming that these men themselves did not understand clearly what happened to them. The only one who explains his system thoroughly is Buddha, and Buddha is the only one that is not dogmatic. We may also suppose that the others thought it inadvisable to explain too clearly to their followers; St. Paul evidently took this line. Our best document will therefore be the system of Buddha; footnote: We have the documents of Hinduism, and of two Chinese systems. But Hinduism has no single founder. Lao Tze is one of our best examples of a man who went away and had a mysterious experience; perhaps the best of all examples, as his system is the best of all systems. We have full details of his method of training in the "Kh"ang "K"ang "K"ing, and elsewhere. But it is so little known that we shall omit consideration of it in this popular account. but it is so complex that no immediate summary will serve; and in the case of the others, if we have not the accounts of the Masters, we have those of their immediate followers. The methods advised by all these people have a startling resemblance to one another. They recommend "virtue" (of various kinds), solitude, absence of excitement, moderation in diet, and finally a practice which some call prayer and some call meditation. (The former four may turn out on examination to be merely conditions favourable to the last.) On investigating what is meant by these two things, we find that they are only one. For what is the state of either prayer or meditation? It is the restraining of the mind to a single act, state, or thought. If we sit down quietly and investigate the contents of our minds, we shall find that even at the best of times the principal characteristics are wandering and distraction. Any one who has had anything to do with children and untrained minds generally knows that fixity of attention is never present, even when there is a large amount of intelligence and good will. If then we, with our well-trained minds, determine to control this wandering thought, we shall find that we are fairly well able to keep the thoughts running in a narrow channel, each thought linked to the last in a perfectly rational manner; but if we attempt to stop this current we shall find that, so far from succeeding, we shall merely bread down the banks of the channel. The mind will overflow, and instead of a chain of thought we shall have a chaos of confused images. {10} This mental activity is so great, and seems so natural, that it is hard to understand how any one first got the idea that it was a weakness and a nuisance. Perhaps it was because in the more natural practice of "devotion," people found that their thoughts interfered. In any case calm and self-control are to be preferred to restlessness. Darwin in his study presents a marked contrast with a monkey in a cage. Generally speaking, the larger and stronger and more highly developed any animal is, the less does it move about, and such movements as it does make are slow and purposeful. Compare the ceaseless activity of bacteria with the reasoned steadiness of the beaver; and except in the few animal communities which are organized, such as bees, the greatest intelligence is shown by those of solitary habits. This is so true of man that psychologists have been obliged to treat of the mental state of crowds as if it were totally different in quality from any state possible to an individual. It is by freeing the mind from external influences, whether casual or emotional, that it obtains power to see somewhat of the truth of things. let us, however, continue our practice. Let us determine to be masters of our minds. We shall then soon find what conditions are favourable. There will be no need to persuade ourselves at great length that all external influences are likely to be unfavourable. New faces, new scenes will disturb us; even the new habits of life which we undertake for this very purpose of controlling the mind will at first tend to upset it. Still, we must give up our habit of eating too much, and follow the natural rule of only eating when we are hungry, listening to the interior voice which tells us that we have had enough. The same rule applies to sleep. We have determined to control our minds, and so our time for meditation must take precedence of other hours. We must fix times for practice, and make our feasts movable. In order to test our progress, for we shall find that (as in all physiological matters) meditation cannot be gauged by the feelings, we shall have a note-book and pencil, and we shall also have a watch. We shall then endeavour to count how often, during the first quarter of an hour, the mind breaks away from the idea upon which it is determined to concentrate. We shall practice this twice daily; and, as we go, experience will teach us which conditions are favourable and which are not. Before we have been doing this for very long we are almost certain to get impatient, and we shall find that we have to practice many other things in order to assist us in our work. New problems will constantly arise which must be faced, and solved. For instance, we shall most assuredly find that we fidget. We shall {11} discover that no position is comfortable, though we never noticed it before in all our lives! This difficulty has been solved by a practice called "Asana," which will be described later on. Memories of the events of the day will bother us; we must arrange our day so that it is absolutely uneventful. Our minds will recall to us our hopes and fears, our loves and hates, our ambitions, our envies, and many other emotions. All these must be cut off. We must have absolutely no interest in life but that of quieting our minds. This is the object of the usual monastic vow of poverty, chastity, and obedience. If you have no property, you have no care, nothing to be anxious about; with chastity no other person to be anxious about, and to distract your attention; while if you are vowed to obedience the question of what you are to do no longer frets: you simply obey. There are a great many other obstacles which you will discover as you go on, and it is proposed to deal with these in turn. But let us pass by for the moment to the point where you are nearing success. In your early struggles you may have found it difficult to conquer sleep; and you may have wandered so far from the object of your meditations without noticing it, that the meditation has really been broken; but much later on, when you feel that you are "getting quite good," you will be shocked to find a complete oblivion of yourself and your surroundings. You will say: "Good heavens! I must have been to sleep!" or else "What on earth was I meditating upon?" or even "What was I doing?" "Where am I~" "Who am I?" or a mere wordless bewilderment may daze you. This may alarm you, and your alarm will not be lessened when you come to full consciousness, and reflect that you have actually forgotten who you are and what your are doing! This is only one of many adventures that may come to you; but it is one of the most typical. By this time your hours of meditation will fill most of the day, and you will probably be constantly having presentiments that something is about to happen. You may also be terrified with the idea that your brain may be giving way; but you will have learnt the real symptoms of mental fatigue, and you will be careful to avoid them. They must be very carefully distinguished from idleness! At certain times you will feel as if there were a contest between the will and the mind; at other times you may feel as if they were in harmony; but there is a third state, to be distinguished from the latter feeling. It is the certain sign of near success, the view-halloo. This is when the mind runs naturally towards the object chosen, not as if in obedience to the will of the owner of the mind, but as if directed by nothing at all, or by something impersonal; as if it were falling by its own weight, and not being pushed down. {12} Almost always, the moment that one becomes conscious of this, it stops; and the dreary old struggle between the cowboy will and the buckjumper mind begins again. Like every other physiological process, consciousness of it implies disorder or disease. In analysing the nature of this work of controlling the mind, the student will appreciate without trouble the fact that two things are involved -- the person seeing and the thing seen -- the person knowing and the thing known; and he will come to regard this as the necessary condition of all consciousness. We are too accustomed to assume to be facts things about which we have no real right even to guess. We assume, for example, that the unconscious is the torpid; and yet nothing is more certain than that bodily organs which are functioning well do so in silence. The best sleep is dreamless. Even in the case of games of skill our very best strokes are followed by the thought, "I don't know how I did it;" and we cannot repeat those strokes at will. The moment we begin to think consciously about a stroke we get "nervous," and are lost. In fact, there are three main classes of stroke; the bad stroke, which we associate, and rightly, with wandering attention; the good stroke which we associate, and rightly, with fixed attention; and the perfect stroke, which we do not understand, but which is really caused by the habit of fixity of attention having become independent of the will, and thus enabled to act freely of its own accord. This is the same phenomenon referred to above as being a good sign. Finally something happens whose nature may form the subject of a further discussion later on. For the moment let it suffice to say that this consciousness of the Ego and the non-Ego, the seer and the thing seen, the knower and the thing known, is blotted out. There is usually an intense light, an intense sound, and a feeling of such overwhelming bliss that the resources of language have been exhausted again and again in the attempt to describe it. It is an absolute knock-out blow to the mind. It is so vivid and tremendous that those who experience it are in the gravest danger of losing all sense of proportion. By its light all other events of life are as darkness. Owing to this, people have utterly failed to analyse it or to estimate it. They are accurate enough in saying that, compared with this, all human life is absolutely dross; but they go further, and go wrong. They argue that "since this is that which transcends the terrestrial, it must be celestial." One of the tendencies in their minds has been the hope of a heaven such as their parents and teachers have described, or such as {13} they have themselves pictured; and, without the slightest grounds for saying so, they make the assumption "This is That." In the Bhagavadgita a vision of this class is naturally attributed to the apparation of Vishnu, who was the local god of the period. Anna Kingsford, who had dabbled in Hebrew mysticism, and was a feminist, got an almost identical vision; but called the "divine" figure which she saw alternately "Adonai" and "Maria." Now this woman, though handicapped by a brain that was a mass of putrid pulp, and a complete lack of social status, education, and moral character, did more in the religious world than any other person had done for generations. She, and she alone, made Theosophy possible, and without Theosophy the world-wide interest in similar matters would never have been aroused. This interest is to the Law of Thelema what the preaching of John the Baptist was to Christianity. We are now in a position to say what happened to Mohammed. Somehow or another his phenomenon happened in his mind. More ignorant than Anna Kingsford, though, fortunately, more moral, he connected it with the story of the "Annunciation," which he had undoubtedly heard in his boyhood, and said "Gabriel appeared to me." But in spite of his ignorance, his total misconception of the truth, the power of the vision was such that he was enabled to persist through the usual persecution, and founded a religion to which even to-day one man in every eight belongs. The history of Christianity shows precisely the same remarkable fact. Jesus Christ was brought up on the fables of the "Old Testament," and so was compelled to ascribe his experiences to "Jehovah," although his gentle spirit could have had nothing in common with the monster who was always commanding the rape of virgins and the murder of little children, and whose rites were then, and still are, celebrated by human sacrifice. footnote: The massacres of Jews in Eastern Europe which surprise the ignorant, are almost invariably excited by the disappearance of "Christian" children, stolen, as the parents suppose, for the purposes of "ritual murder." WEH footnote: This unfortunate perpetuation of the "blood-libel" myth was later recanted by Crowley. The blood-libel was visited upon early Christians by the Romans and is visited today upon Thelemites by Christian Fundamentalists. Similarly the visions of Joan of Arc were entirely Christian; but she, like all the others we have mentioned, found somewhere the force to do great things. Of course, it may be said that there is a fallacy in the argument; it may be true that all these great people "saw God," but it does not follow that every one who "sees God" will do great things. This is true enough. In fact, the majority of people who claim to have "seen God," and who no doubt did "see God" just as much as those whom we have quoted, did nothing else. But perhaps their silence is not a sign of their weakness, but of their strength. Perhaps these "great" men are the failures of humanity; {14} perhaps it would be better to say nothing; perhaps only an unbalanced mind would wish to alter anything or believe in the possibility of altering anything; but there are those who think existence even in heaven intolerable so long as there is one single being who does not share that joy. There are some who may wish to travel back from the very threshold of the bridal chamber to assist belated guests. Such at least was the attitude which Gotama Buddha adopted. Nor shall he be alone. Again it may be pointed out that the contemplative life is generally opposed to the active life, and it must require an extremely careful balance to prevent the one absorbing the other. As it will be seen later, the "vision of God," or "Union with God," or "Samadhi," or whatever we may agree to call it, has many kinds and many degrees, although there is an impassable abyss between the least of them and the greatest of all the phenomena of normal consciousness. "To sum up," we assert a secret source of energy which explains the phenomenon of Genius. footnote: We have dealt in this preliminary sketch only with examples of religious genius. Other kinds are subject to the same remarks, but the limits of our space forbid discussion of these. We do not believe in any supernatural explanations, but insist that this source may be reached by the following out of definite rules, the degree of success depending upon the capacity of the seeker, and not upon the favour of any Divine Being. We assert that the critical phenomenon which determines success is an occurrence in the brain characterized essentially by the uniting of subject and object. We propose to discuss this phenomenon, analyse its nature, determine accurately the physical, mental and moral conditions which are favourable to it, to ascertain its cause, and thus to produce it in ourselves, so that we may adequately study its effects. {15}
11-05-2001, 13:13:02: Wasssuuuuuup?
11-05-2001, 13:28:17: "Hello? pause Hello? Sorry, this is the refridgerator. The answering machine died sometime last week from what IT called a surge. Ha! I take those ALL the time! You don't see ME dying, do ya? Well, it's dead, so I got stuck taking messages. Please SLOWLY speak and spell your name, and include your phone number after the tone so I can write it down on a piece of paper and stick it to myself. Ready?" beeeeeep
11-05-2001, 14:31:54: Good Morning marty!
11-05-2001, 14:33:24: Hope you have a great day!
11-05-2001, 15:03:46: PENIS
11-05-2001, 15:04:48: i love puerto rico
11-05-2001, 15:05:38: Genesis 1) In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, 2 the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep, while a wind from God swept over the face of the waters. 3 Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. 4 And God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, the first day. 6 And God said, "Let there be a dome in the midst of the waters, and let it separate the waters from the waters." 7 So God made the dome and separated the waters that were under the dome from the waters that were above the dome. And it was so. 8 God called the dome Sky. And there was evening and there was morning, the second day. 9 And God said, "Let the waters under the sky be gathered together into one place, and let the dry land appear." And it was so. 10 God called the dry land Earth, and the waters that were gathered together he called Seas. And God saw that it was good. 11 Then God said, "Let the earth put forth vegetation: plants yielding seed, and fruit trees of every kind on earth that bear fruit with the seed in it." And it was so. 12 The earth brought forth vegetation: plants yielding seed of every kind, and trees of every kind bearing fruit with the seed in it. And God saw that it was good. 13 And there was evening and there was morning, the third day. 14 And God said, "Let there be lights in the dome of the sky to separate the day from the night; and let them be for signs and for seasons and for days and years, 15 and let them be lights in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth." And it was so. 16 God made the two great lights--the greater light to rule the day and the lesser light to rule the night--and the stars. 17 God set them in the dome of the sky to give light upon the earth, 18 to rule over the day and over the night, and to separate the light from the darkness. And God saw that it was good. 19 And there was evening and there was morning, the fourth day. 20 And God said, "Let the waters bring forth swarms of living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the dome of the sky." 21 So God created the great sea monsters and every living creature that moves, of every kind, with which the waters swarm, and every winged bird of every kind. And God saw that it was good. 22 God blessed them, saying, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the waters in the seas, and let birds multiply on the earth." 23 And there was evening and there was morning, the fifth day. 24 And God said, "Let the earth bring forth living creatures of every kind: cattle and creeping things and wild animals of the earth of every kind." And it was so. 25 God made the wild animals of the earth of every kind, and the cattle of every kind, and everything that creeps upon the ground of every kind. And God saw that it was good. 26 Then God said, "Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness; and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth." 27 So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. 28 God blessed them, and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the air and over every living thing that moves upon the earth." 29 God said, "See, I have given you every plant yielding seed that is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree with seed in its fruit; you shall have them for food. 30 And to every beast of the earth, and to every bird of the air, and to everything that creeps on the earth, everything that has the breath of life, I have given every green plant for food." And it was so. 31 God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, the sixth day. (Genesis 2) Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all their multitude. 2 And on the seventh day God finished the work that he had done, and he rested on the seventh day from all the work that he had done. 3 So God blessed the seventh day and hallowed it, because on it God rested from all the work that he had done in creation. 4 These are the generations of the heavens and the earth when they were created. In the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, 5 when no plant of the field was yet in the earth and no herb of the field had yet sprung up--for the LORD God had not caused it to rain upon the earth, and there was no one to till the ground; 6 but a stream would rise from the earth, and water the whole face of the ground-- 7 then the LORD God formed man from the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and the man became a living being. 8 And the LORD God planted a garden in Eden, in the east; and there he put the man whom he had formed. 9 Out of the ground the LORD God made to grow every tree that is pleasant to the sight and good for food, the tree of life also in the midst of the garden, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. 10 A river flows out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it divides and becomes four branches. 11 The name of the first is Pishon; it is the one that flows around the whole land of Havilah, where there is gold; 12 and the gold of that land is good; bdellium and onyx stone are there. 13 The name of the second river is Gihon; it is the one that flows around the whole land of Cush. 14 The name of the third river is Tigris, which flows east of Assyria. And the fourth river is the Euphrates. 15 The LORD God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to till it and keep it. 16 And the LORD God commanded the man, "You may freely eat of every tree of the garden; 17 but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall die." 18 Then the LORD God said, "It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper as his partner." 19 So out of the ground the LORD God formed every animal of the field and every bird of the air, and brought them to the man to see what he would call them; and whatever the man called every living creature, that was its name. 20 The man gave names to all cattle, and to the birds of the air, and to every animal of the field; but for the man there was not found a helper as his partner. 21 So the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon the man, and he slept; then he took one of his ribs and closed up its place with flesh. 22 And the rib that the LORD God had taken from the man he made into a woman and brought her to the man. 23 Then the man said, "This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; this one shall be called Woman, for out of Man this one was taken." 24 Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh. 25 And the man and his wife were both naked, and were not ashamed. (Genesis 3) Now the serpent was more crafty than any other wild animal that the LORD God had made. He said to the woman, "Did God say, 'You shall not eat from any tree in the garden'?" 2 The woman said to the serpent, "We may eat of the fruit of the trees in the garden; 3 but God said, 'You shall not eat of the fruit of the tree that is in the middle of the garden, nor shall you touch it, or you shall die.'" 4 But the serpent said to the woman, "You will not die; 5 for God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil." 6 So when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was to be desired to make one wise, she took of its fruit and ate; and she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate. 7 Then the eyes of both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made loincloths for themselves. 8 They heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden at the time of the evening breeze, and the man and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden. 9 But the LORD God called to the man, and said to him, "Where are you?" 10 He said, "I heard the sound of you in the garden, and I was afraid, because I was naked; and I hid myself." 11 He said, "Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten from the tree of which I commanded you not to eat?" 12 The man said, "The woman whom you gave to be with me, she gave me fruit from the tree, and I ate." 13 Then the LORD God said to the woman, "What is this that you have done?" The woman said, "The serpent tricked me, and I ate." 14 The LORD God said to the serpent, "Because you have done this, cursed are you among all animals and among all wild creatures; upon your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life. 15 I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will strike your head, and you will strike his heel." 16 To the woman he said, "I will greatly increase your pangs in childbearing; in pain you shall bring forth children, yet your desire shall be for your husband, and he shall rule over you." 17 And to the man he said, "Because you have listened to the voice of your wife, and have eaten of the tree about which I commanded you, 'You shall not eat of it,' cursed is the ground because of you; in toil you shall eat of it all the days of your life; 18 thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you; and you shall eat the plants of the field. 19 By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread until you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; you are dust, and to dust you shall return." 20 The man named his wife Eve, because she was the mother of all living. 21 And the LORD God made garments of skins for the man and for his wife, and clothed them. 22 Then the LORD God said, "See, the man has become like one of us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever"-- 23 therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from which he was taken. 24 He drove out the man; and at the east of the garden of Eden he placed the cherubim, and a sword flaming and turning to guard the way to the tree of life. (Genesis 4) Now the man knew his wife Eve, and she conceived and bore Cain, saying, "I have produced a man with the help of the LORD." 2 Next she bore his brother Abel. Now Abel was a keeper of sheep, and Cain a tiller of the ground. 3 In the course of time Cain brought to the LORD an offering of the fruit of the ground, 4 and Abel for his part brought of the firstlings of his flock, their fat portions. And the LORD had regard for Abel and his offering, 5 but for Cain and his offering he had no regard. So Cain was very angry, and his countenance fell. 6 The LORD said to Cain, "Why are you angry, and why has your countenance fallen? 7 If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin is lurking at the door; its desire is for you, but you must master it." 8 Cain said to his brother Abel, "Let us go out to the field." And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother Abel, and killed him. 9 Then the LORD said to Cain, "Where is your brother Abel?" He said, "I do not know; am I my brother's keeper?" 10 And the LORD said, "What have you done? Listen; your brother's blood is crying out to me from the ground! 11 And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother's blood from your hand. 12 When you till the ground, it will no longer yield to you its strength; you will be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth." 13 Cain said to the LORD, "My punishment is greater than I can bear! 14 Today you have driven me away from the soil, and I shall be hidden from your face; I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and anyone who meets me may kill me." 15 Then the LORD said to him, "Not so! Whoever kills Cain will suffer a sevenfold vengeance." And the LORD put a mark on Cain, so that no one who came upon him would kill him. 16 Then Cain went away from the presence of the LORD, and settled in the land of Nod, east of Eden. 17 Cain knew his wife, and she conceived and bore Enoch; and he built a city, and named it Enoch after his son Enoch. 18 To Enoch was born Irad; and Irad was the father of Mehujael, and Mehujael the father of Methushael, and Methushael the father of Lamech. 19 Lamech took two wives; the name of the one was Adah, and the name of the other Zillah. 20 Adah bore Jabal; he was the ancestor of those who live in tents and have livestock. 21 His brother's name was Jubal; he was the ancestor of all those who play the lyre and pipe. 22 Zillah bore Tubal-cain, who made all kinds of bronze and iron tools. 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11-07-2001, 19:22:55: On September 25, 1789, the First Congress of the United States therefore proposed to the state legislatures 12 amendments to the Constitution that met arguments most frequently advanced against it. The first two proposed amendments, which concerned the number of constituents for each Representative and the compensation of Congressmen, were not ratified. Articles 3 to 12, however, ratified by three-fourths of the state legislatures, constitute the first 10 amendments of the Constitution, known as the Bill of Rights.
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11-27-2001, 20:20:40: When a circuit needs to be removable, there are several ways of designing it. One of the first ways was with the Single Inline Package (SIP). SIPs are characterised by a small circuit board with several small pins coming out of it (see Figure 1.8); the SIPs are plugged into corresponding holes or mounts in a circuit board. SIPs are not used much anymore, primarily because of the tendency of the pins to break. SIPs were often used for memory modules. Pin Grid Array Package Finally, when a circuit or component doesn't have to be removed often and it contains a large number of transistors, typically you use a P G A and a ZIP (Figure 1.9). P G A, stands for Pin Grid Array, describing the array of pins used to connect the chip to the circuit board. ZIF stands for zero insertion force, which describes how easy it is to place a chip in this kind of socket. It is a type of socket that works with P G A, chips to allow them to be mounted on a circuit board. Miscellaneous Components There are a few types of hardware components that don't fit well into any of the categories we've already defined. These include jumpers, DIP switches, and connectors. In the past, computer service required an electronics degree, or at the very least a working knowledge of every component. Today, it is very labor intensive to troubleshoot an individual resistor or capacitor. Typically, the technician will troubleshoot a particular module or FRU (Field Replaceable Unit). Troubleshooting the logic board, hard disk, power supply, or monitor is easier than finding out which particular IC or resistor is causing the problem. This makes repair easier, faster, and cheaper. Also, it makes it easier
11-27-2001, 20:20:58: When a circuit needs to be removable, there are several ways of designing it. One of the first ways was with the Single Inline Package (SIP). SIPs are characterised by a small circuit board with several small pins coming out of it (see Figure 1.8); the SIPs are plugged into corresponding holes or mounts in a circuit board. SIPs are not used much anymore, primarily because of the tendency of the pins to break. SIPs were often used for memory modules. Pin Grid Array Package Finally, when a circuit or component doesn't have to be removed often and it contains a large number of transistors, typically you use a P G A and a ZIP (Figure 1.9). P G A, stands for Pin Grid Array, describing the array of pins used to connect the chip to the circuit board. ZIF stands for zero insertion force, which describes how easy it is to place a chip in this kind of socket. It is a type of socket that works with P G A, chips to allow them to be mounted on a circuit board. Miscellaneous Components There are a few types of hardware components that don't fit well into any of the categories we've already defined. These include jumpers, DIP switches, and connectors. In the past, computer service required an electronics degree, or at the very least a working knowledge of every component. Today, it is very labor intensive to troubleshoot an individual resistor or capacitor. Typically, the technician will troubleshoot a particular module or FRU (Field Replaceable Unit). Troubleshooting the logic board, hard disk, power supply, or monitor is easier than finding out which particular IC or resistor is causing the problem. This makes repair easier, faster, and cheaper. Also, it makes it easier
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11-29-2001, 04:45:18: EXISTENCE, as we know it, is full of sorrow. To mention only one minor point: every man is a condemned criminal, only he does not know the date of his execution. This is unpleasant for every man. Consequently every man does everything possible to postpone the date, and would sacrifice anything that he has if he could reverse the sentence. Practically all religions and all philosophies have started thus crudely, by promising their adherents some such reward as immortality. No religion has failed hitherto by not promising enough; the present breaking up of all religions is due to the fact that people have asked to see the securities. Men have even renounced the important material advantages which a well-organized religion may confer upon a State, rather than acquiesce in fraud or falsehood, or even in any system which, if not proved guilty, is at least unable to demonstrate its innocence. Being more or less bankrupt, the best thing that we can do is to attack the problem afresh without preconceived ideas. Let us begin by doubting every statement. Let us find a way of subjecting every statement to the test of experiment. Is there any truth at all in the claims of various religions? Let us examine the question. Our original difficulty will be due to the enormous wealth of our material. To enter into a critical examination of all systems would be an unending task; the cloud of witnesses is too great. Now each religion is equally positive; and each demands faith. This we refuse in the absence of positive proof. But we may usefully inquire whether there is not any one thing upon which all religions have agreed: for, if so, it seems possible that it may be worthy of really thorough consideration. It is certainly not to be found in dogma. Even so simple an idea as that of a supreme and eternal being is denied by a third of the human race. Legends of miracle are perhaps universal, but these, in the absence of demonstrative proof, are repugnant to common sense. But what of the origin of religions? How is it that unproved assertion has so frequently compelled the assent of all classes of mankind? Is not this a miracle? There is, however, one form of miracle which certainly happens, the influence of the genius. There is no known analogy in Nature. One cannot even think of a "super-dog" transforming the {7} world of dogs, whereas in the history of mankind this happens with regularity and frequency. Now here are three "super-men," all at loggerheads. What is there in common between Christ, Buddha, and Mohammed? Is there any one point upon which all three are in accord? No point of doctrine, no point of ethics, no theory of a "hereafter" do they share, and yet in the history of their lives we find one identity amid many diversities. Buddha was born a Prince, and died a beggar. Mohammed was born a beggar, and died a Prince. Christ remained obscure until many years after his death. Elaborate lives of each have been written by devotees, and there is one thing common to all three -- an omission. We hear nothing of Christ between the ages of twelve and thirty. Mohammed disappeared into a cave. Buddha left his palace, and went for a long while into the desert. Each of them, perfectly silent up to the time of the disappearance, came back and immediately began to preach a new law. This is so curious that it leaves us to inquire whether the histories of other great teachers contradict or confirm. Moses led a quiet life until his slaying of the Egyptian. He then flees into the land of Midian, and we hear nothing of what he did there, yet immediately on his return he turns the whole place upside down. Later on, too, he absents himself on Mount Sinai for a few days, and comes back with the Tables of the Law in his hand. St. Paul (again), after his adventure on the road to Damascus, goes into the desert of Arabia for many years, and on his return overturns the Roman Empire. Even in the legends of savages we find the same thing universal; somebody who is nobody in particular goes away for a longer or shorter period, and comes back as the "great medicine man"; but nobody ever knows exactly what happened to him. Making every possible deduction for fable and myth, we get this one coincidence. A nobody goes away, and comes back a somebody. This is not to be explained in any of the ordinary ways. There is not the smallest ground for the contention that these were from the start exceptional men. Mohammed would hardly have driven a camel until he was thirty-five years old if he had possessed any talent or ambition. St. Paul had much original talent; but he is the least of the five. Nor do they seem to have possessed any of the usual materials of power, such as rank, fortune, or influence. Moses was rather a big man in Egypt when he left; he came back as a mere stranger. {8} Christ had not been to China and married the Emperor's daughter. Mohammed had not been acquiring wealth and drilling soldiers. Buddha had not been consolidating any religious organizations. St. Paul had not been intriguing with an ambitious general. Each came back poor; each came back alone. What was the nature of their power? What happened to them in their absence? History will not help us to solve the problem, for history is silent. We have only the accounts given by the men themselves. It would be very remarkable should we find that these accounts agree. Of the great teachers we have mentioned Christ is silent; the other four tell us something; some more, some less. Buddha goes into details too elaborate to enter upon in this place; but the gist of it is that in one way or another he got hold of the secret force of the World and mastered it. Of St. Paul's experiences, we have nothing but a casual illusion to his having been "caught up into Heaven, and seen and heard things of which it was not lawful to speak." Mohammed speaks crudely of his having been "visited by the Angel Gabriel," who communicated things from "God." Moses says that he "beheld God." Diverse as these statements are at first sight, all agree in announcing an experience of the class which fifty years ago would have been called supernatural, to-day may be called spiritual, and fifty years hence will have a proper name based on an understanding of the phenomenon which occurred. Theorists have not been at a loss to explain; but they differ. The Mohammedan insists that God is, and did really send Gabriel with messages for Mohammed: but all others contradict him. And from the nature of the case proof is impossible. The lack of proof has been so severely felt by Christianity (and in a much less degree by Islam) that fresh miracles have been manufactured almost daily to support the tottering structure. Modern thought, rejecting these miracles, has adopted theories involving epilepsy and madness. As if organization could spring from disorganization! Even if epilepsy were the cause of these great movements which have caused civilization after civilization to arise from barbarism, it would merely form an argument for cultivating epilepsy. Of course great men will never conform with the standards of little men, and he whose mission it is to overturn the world can hardly escape the title of revolutionary. The fads of a period always furnish terms of abuse. The fad of Caiaphas was Judaism, and the Pharisees told him that Christ "blasphemed." Pilate was a loyal Roman; to him {9} they accused Christ of "sedition." When the Pope had all power it was necessary to prove an enemy a "heretic." Advancing to-day towards a medical oligarchy, we try to prove that our opponents are "insane," and (in a Puritan country) to attack their "morals." We should then avoid all rhetoric, and try to investigate with perfect freedom from bias the phenomena which occurred to these great leaders of mankind. There is no difficulty in our assuming that these men themselves did not understand clearly what happened to them. The only one who explains his system thoroughly is Buddha, and Buddha is the only one that is not dogmatic. We may also suppose that the others thought it inadvisable to explain too clearly to their followers; St. Paul evidently took this line. Our best document will therefore be the system of Buddha; footnote: We have the documents of Hinduism, and of two Chinese systems. But Hinduism has no single founder. Lao Tze is one of our best examples of a man who went away and had a mysterious experience; perhaps the best of all examples, as his system is the best of all systems. We have full details of his method of training in the "Kh"ang "K"ang "K"ing, and elsewhere. But it is so little known that we shall omit consideration of it in this popular account. but it is so complex that no immediate summary will serve; and in the case of the others, if we have not the accounts of the Masters, we have those of their immediate followers. The methods advised by all these people have a startling resemblance to one another. They recommend "virtue" (of various kinds), solitude, absence of excitement, moderation in diet, and finally a practice which some call prayer and some call meditation. (The former four may turn out on examination to be merely conditions favourable to the last.) On investigating what is meant by these two things, we find that they are only one. For what is the state of either prayer or meditation? It is the restraining of the mind to a single act, state, or thought. If we sit down quietly and investigate the contents of our minds, we shall find that even at the best of times the principal characteristics are wandering and distraction. Any one who has had anything to do with children and untrained minds generally knows that fixity of attention is never present, even when there is a large amount of intelligence and good will. If then we, with our well-trained minds, determine to control this wandering thought, we shall find that we are fairly well able to keep the thoughts running in a narrow channel, each thought linked to the last in a perfectly rational manner; but if we attempt to stop this current we shall find that, so far from succeeding, we shall merely bread down the banks of the channel. The mind will overflow, and instead of a chain of thought we shall have a chaos of confused images. {10} This mental activity is so great, and seems so natural, that it is hard to understand how any one first got the idea that it was a weakness and a nuisance. Perhaps it was because in the more natural practice of "devotion," people found that their thoughts interfered. In any case calm and self-control are to be preferred to restlessness. Darwin in his study presents a marked contrast with a monkey in a cage. Generally speaking, the larger and stronger and more highly developed any animal is, the less does it move about, and such movements as it does make are slow and purposeful. Compare the ceaseless activity of bacteria with the reasoned steadiness of the beaver; and except in the few animal communities which are organized, such as bees, the greatest intelligence is shown by those of solitary habits. This is so true of man that psychologists have been obliged to treat of the mental state of crowds as if it were totally different in quality from any state possible to an individual. It is by freeing the mind from external influences, whether casual or emotional, that it obtains power to see somewhat of the truth of things. let us, however, continue our practice. Let us determine to be masters of our minds. We shall then soon find what conditions are favourable. There will be no need to persuade ourselves at great length that all external influences are likely to be unfavourable. New faces, new scenes will disturb us; even the new habits of life which we undertake for this very purpose of controlling the mind will at first tend to upset it. Still, we must give up our habit of eating too much, and follow the natural rule of only eating when we are hungry, listening to the interior voice which tells us that we have had enough. The same rule applies to sleep. We have determined to control our minds, and so our time for meditation must take precedence of other hours. We must fix times for practice, and make our feasts movable. In order to test our progress, for we shall find that (as in all physiological matters) meditation cannot be gauged by the feelings, we shall have a note-book and pencil, and we shall also have a watch. We shall then endeavour to count how often, during the first quarter of an hour, the mind breaks away from the idea upon which it is determined to concentrate. We shall practice this twice daily; and, as we go, experience will teach us which conditions are favourable and which are not. Before we have been doing this for very long we are almost certain to get impatient, and we shall find that we have to practice many other things in order to assist us in our work. New problems will constantly arise which must be faced, and solved. For instance, we shall most assuredly find that we fidget. We shall {11} discover that no position is comfortable, though we never noticed it before in all our lives! This difficulty has been solved by a practice called "Asana," which will be described later on. Memories of the events of the day will bother us; we must arrange our day so that it is absolutely uneventful. Our minds will recall to us our hopes and fears, our loves and hates, our ambitions, our envies, and many other emotions. All these must be cut off. We must have absolutely no interest in life but that of quieting our minds. This is the object of the usual monastic vow of poverty, chastity, and obedience. If you have no property, you have no care, nothing to be anxious about; with chastity no other person to be anxious about, and to distract your attention; while if you are vowed to obedience the question of what you are to do no longer frets: you simply obey. There are a great many other obstacles which you will discover as you go on, and it is proposed to deal with these in turn. But let us pass by for the moment to the point where you are nearing success. In your early struggles you may have found it difficult to conquer sleep; and you may have wandered so far from the object of your meditations without noticing it, that the meditation has really been broken; but much later on, when you feel that you are "getting quite good," you will be shocked to find a complete oblivion of yourself and your surroundings. You will say: "Good heavens! I must have been to sleep!" or else "What on earth was I meditating upon?" or even "What was I doing?" "Where am I~" "Who am I?" or a mere wordless bewilderment may daze you. This may alarm you, and your alarm will not be lessened when you come to full consciousness, and reflect that you have actually forgotten who you are and what your are doing! This is only one of many adventures that may come to you; but it is one of the most typical. By this time your hours of meditation will fill most of the day, and you will probably be constantly having presentiments that something is about to happen. You may also be terrified with the idea that your brain may be giving way; but you will have learnt the real symptoms of mental fatigue, and you will be careful to avoid them. They must be very carefully distinguished from idleness! At certain times you will feel as if there were a contest between the will and the mind; at other times you may feel as if they were in harmony; but there is a third state, to be distinguished from the latter feeling. It is the certain sign of near success, the view-halloo. This is when the mind runs naturally towards the object chosen, not as if in obedience to the will of the owner of the mind, but as if directed by nothing at all, or by something impersonal; as if it were falling by its own weight, and not being pushed down. {12} Almost always, the moment that one becomes conscious of this, it stops; and the dreary old struggle between the cowboy will and the buckjumper mind begins again. Like every other physiological process, consciousness of it implies disorder or disease. In analysing the nature of this work of controlling the mind, the student will appreciate without trouble the fact that two things are involved -- the person seeing and the thing seen -- the person knowing and the thing known; and he will come to regard this as the necessary condition of all consciousness. We are too accustomed to assume to be facts things about which we have no real right even to guess. We assume, for example, that the unconscious is the torpid; and yet nothing is more certain than that bodily organs which are functioning well do so in silence. The best sleep is dreamless. Even in the case of games of skill our very best strokes are followed by the thought, "I don't know how I did it;" and we cannot repeat those strokes at will. The moment we begin to think consciously about a stroke we get "nervous," and are lost. In fact, there are three main classes of stroke; the bad stroke, which we associate, and rightly, with wandering attention; the good stroke which we associate, and rightly, with fixed attention; and the perfect stroke, which we do not understand, but which is really caused by the habit of fixity of attention having become independent of the will, and thus enabled to act freely of its own accord. This is the same phenomenon referred to above as being a good sign. Finally something happens whose nature may form the subject of a further discussion later on. For the moment let it suffice to say that this consciousness of the Ego and the non-Ego, the seer and the thing seen, the knower and the thing known, is blotted out. There is usually an intense light, an intense sound, and a feeling of such overwhelming bliss that the resources of language have been exhausted again and again in the attempt to describe it. It is an absolute knock-out blow to the mind. It is so vivid and tremendous that those who experience it are in the gravest danger of losing all sense of proportion. By its light all other events of life are as darkness. Owing to this, people have utterly failed to analyse it or to estimate it. They are accurate enough in saying that, compared with this, all human life is absolutely dross; but they go further, and go wrong. They argue that "since this is that which transcends the terrestrial, it must be celestial." One of the tendencies in their minds has been the hope of a heaven such as their parents and teachers have described, or such as {13} they have themselves pictured; and, without the slightest grounds for saying so, they make the assumption "This is That." In the Bhagavadgita a vision of this class is naturally attributed to the apparation of Vishnu, who was the local god of the period. Anna Kingsford, who had dabbled in Hebrew mysticism, and was a feminist, got an almost identical vision; but called the "divine" figure which she saw alternately "Adonai" and "Maria." Now this woman, though handicapped by a brain that was a mass of putrid pulp, and a complete lack of social status, education, and moral character, did more in the religious world than any other person had done for generations. She, and she alone, made Theosophy possible, and without Theosophy the world-wide interest in similar matters would never have been aroused. This interest is to the Law of Thelema what the preaching of John the Baptist was to Christianity. We are now in a position to say what happened to Mohammed. Somehow or another his phenomenon happened in his mind. More ignorant than Anna Kingsford, though, fortunately, more moral, he connected it with the story of the "Annunciation," which he had undoubtedly heard in his boyhood, and said "Gabriel appeared to me." But in spite of his ignorance, his total misconception of the truth, the power of the vision was such that he was enabled to persist through the usual persecution, and founded a religion to which even to-day one man in every eight belongs. The history of Christianity shows precisely the same remarkable fact. Jesus Christ was brought up on the fables of the "Old Testament," and so was compelled to ascribe his experiences to "Jehovah," although his gentle spirit could have had nothing in common with the monster who was always commanding the rape of virgins and the murder of little children, and whose rites were then, and still are, celebrated by human sacrifice. footnote: The massacres of Jews in Eastern Europe which surprise the ignorant, are almost invariably excited by the disappearance of "Christian" children, stolen, as the parents suppose, for the purposes of "ritual murder." WEH footnote: This unfortunate perpetuation of the "blood-libel" myth was later recanted by Crowley. The blood-libel was visited upon early Christians by the Romans and is visited today upon Thelemites by Christian Fundamentalists. Similarly the visions of Joan of Arc were entirely Christian; but she, like all the others we have mentioned, found somewhere the force to do great things. Of course, it may be said that there is a fallacy in the argument; it may be true that all these great people "saw God," but it does not follow that every one who "sees God" will do great things. This is true enough. In fact, the majority of people who claim to have "seen God," and who no doubt did "see God" just as much as those whom we have quoted, did nothing else. But perhaps their silence is not a sign of their weakness, but of their strength. Perhaps these "great" men are the failures of humanity; {14} perhaps it would be better to say nothing; perhaps only an unbalanced mind would wish to alter anything or believe in the possibility of altering anything; but there are those who think existence even in heaven intolerable so long as there is one single being who does not share that joy. There are some who may wish to travel back from the very threshold of the bridal chamber to assist belated guests. Such at least was the attitude which Gotama Buddha adopted. Nor shall he be alone. Again it may be pointed out that the contemplative life is generally opposed to the active life, and it must require an extremely careful balance to prevent the one absorbing the other. As it will be seen later, the "vision of God," or "Union with God," or "Samadhi," or whatever we may agree to call it, has many kinds and many degrees, although there is an impassable abyss between the least of them and the greatest of all the phenomena of normal consciousness. "To sum up," we assert a secret source of energy which explains the phenomenon of Genius. footnote: We have dealt in this preliminary sketch only with examples of religious genius. Other kinds are subject to the same remarks, but the limits of our space forbid discussion of these. We do not believe in any supernatural explanations, but insist that this source may be reached by the following out of definite rules, the degree of success depending upon the capacity of the seeker, and not upon the favour of any Divine Being. We assert that the critical phenomenon which determines success is an occurrence in the brain characterized essentially by the uniting of subject and object. We propose to discuss this phenomenon, analyse its nature, determine accurately the physical, mental and moral conditions which are favourable to it, to ascertain its cause, and thus to produce it in ourselves, so that we may adequately study its effects. {15}
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11-30-2001, 04:06:56: dork
11-30-2001, 04:08:30: hi
11-30-2001, 04:09:39: booty
11-30-2001, 04:16:04: dude
11-30-2001, 07:35:12: all your base are mine
11-30-2001, 07:41:16: all your base are mine
11-30-2001, 10:49:59: what is this
11-30-2001, 10:50:55: what is this
11-30-2001, 11:51:16: ce mai faci?
11-30-2001, 11:51:47: ce mai faci?
11-30-2001, 11:51:59: ce mai faci?
11-30-2001, 12:01:06: ce mai faci?
11-30-2001, 12:01:49: Ce mai faci?
11-30-2001, 14:13:16: rob
11-30-2001, 14:59:59: hello
11-30-2001, 15:00:27: hello
11-30-2001, 15:34:24: poop
11-30-2001, 15:34:31: poop
11-30-2001, 15:34:49: ghvhjyvhjv
11-30-2001, 15:34:52: ghvhjyvhjv
11-30-2001, 16:04:12: Hello bob, how are you
11-30-2001, 16:04:15: Hello bob, how are you
11-30-2001, 16:09:22: hello
11-30-2001, 16:11:26: Hello
11-30-2001, 16:17:48: kiss my fucking ass
11-30-2001, 17:25:12: hey
11-30-2001, 18:59:35: How ya be Robbie?
11-30-2001, 18:59:43: How ya be Robbie?
11-30-2001, 19:07:11: How ya be Robbie? You've got some weird friends out here. To bad they can't just have fun with you and not be so off the wall with their comments...but that's idea isn't it? weed out the un-cool and WHAT? WHOA ARE YOU? LEVE ME ALOOOOONE HELLLP THEY ARE TAKING ME AWAAAAAYYY .
11-30-2001, 19:07:15: How ya be Robbie? You've got some weird friends out here. To bad they can't just have fun with you and not be so off the wall with their comments...but that's idea isn't it? weed out the un-cool and WHAT? WHOA ARE YOU? LEVE ME ALOOOOONE HELLLP THEY ARE TAKING ME AWAAAAAYYY .
11-30-2001, 19:07:23:
11-30-2001, 19:07:33: How ya be Robbie? You've got some weird friends out here. To bad they can't just have fun with you and not be so off the wall with their comments...but that's idea isn't it? weed out the un-cool and WHAT? WHOA ARE YOU? LEVE ME ALOOOOONE HELLLP THEY ARE TAKING ME AWAAAAAYYY .
11-30-2001, 21:34:59: Me love you long time
11-30-2001, 21:43:00: I'm a six foot four inch black man, twenty five years old, very muscular. Nine by six inch cock, and low hangers. I'm into leather, jay oh, tip coodles, fisting, pissing, domination, and feminization. You should be well hung, masculine, anal, oral, and submissive. I'll make you get on your hands and knees while I ram my nine inch up your butthole while you wear my wife's clothes and jewlery, I'll be talking dirty to you while you're sucking my friends ten inch coffee can sized dick. Leave me an e-mail if interested.
11-30-2001, 21:58:20: penis
11-30-2001, 23:33:40: hi
11-30-2001, 23:33:52: hi
11-30-2001, 23:34:36: hi
11-30-2001, 23:38:14: i am a wiener
11-30-2001, 23:38:18: i am a wiener
11-30-2001, 23:38:23: i am a wiener
11-30-2001, 23:46:10: cool
11-30-2001, 23:47:25: yoink
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12-01-2001, 00:31:02: mat is a big fat loser
12-01-2001, 00:31:07: mat is a big fat loser
12-01-2001, 00:31:34: Matt is a loser.
12-01-2001, 01:06:29: HE'S ON THE jazz
12-01-2001, 01:06:34: HE'S ON THE jazz
12-01-2001, 01:47:07: Oh , yes I wanna suck your dick! Can I please suck your dick? Do you have a large cock? Oh I hope so Rob, I wanna fuck you rob! Rob can we fuck? I wanna suck your large cock rob?
12-01-2001, 01:47:21: Oh , yes I wanna suck your dick! Can I please suck your dick? Do you have a large cock? Oh I hope so Rob, I wanna suck you rob! Rob can we fuck? I wanna suck your large cock rob?
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12-01-2001, 04:10:29: hello
12-01-2001, 05:42:01: how do i sound
12-01-2001, 05:42:09: how do i sound
12-01-2001, 06:07:54: hello!
12-01-2001, 06:07:57:
12-01-2001, 06:07:59:
12-01-2001, 06:08:07:
12-01-2001, 06:24:02: 123
12-01-2001, 06:24:28: 123
12-01-2001, 12:05:07: yahtzee
12-01-2001, 12:05:09:
12-01-2001, 12:05:18: yahtzee
12-01-2001, 12:05:24: yahtzee
12-01-2001, 12:26:09: aaaaaalter
12-01-2001, 12:26:15: aaaaaalter
12-01-2001, 12:26:57: muuuuuuuh
12-01-2001, 15:21:53: hi there.
12-01-2001, 15:22:03: hi there.
12-01-2001, 15:40:14: hello
12-01-2001, 17:03:54: how can i get information about this software ? i might intend to buy it
12-01-2001, 17:04:12: how can i get information about this software ? i might intend to buy it
12-01-2001, 17:40:33: Let us try
12-01-2001, 17:40:52: it does work
12-01-2001, 20:14:44: hello
12-01-2001, 20:14:58:
12-01-2001, 20:19:27: gyu
12-01-2001, 20:25:15: hi
12-01-2001, 21:04:23: Is anyone there, it's saturday so i don't know if you folks would be there today ?
12-01-2001, 21:04:36: Is anyone there, it's saturday so i don't know if you folks would be there today ?
12-01-2001, 21:04:50:
12-02-2001, 01:03:14: Did you know that pink elephants aren't pink all over? But I'm not telling you where!
12-02-2001, 01:03:20: Did you know that pink elephants aren't pink all over? But I'm not telling you where!
12-02-2001, 01:07:50: Did you know that pink elephants aren't pink all over? But I'm not telling you where!
12-02-2001, 01:34:31: hi...and how is it going...and how was your day....
12-02-2001, 01:34:38: hi...and how is it going...and how was your day....
12-02-2001, 02:55:07: just curious to see whats out there for making the computer more interactive
12-02-2001, 05:41:48: hello how are you doing
12-02-2001, 05:42:15: hello
12-02-2001, 05:42:54: hello
12-02-2001, 05:46:52: hi
12-02-2001, 07:02:08: michael
12-02-2001, 07:03:05: michael
12-02-2001, 07:42:29: Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
12-02-2001, 07:43:21: Twas brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
12-02-2001, 14:18:08: kaz
12-02-2001, 14:18:28: aasdfd
12-02-2001, 18:22:12: Mexico City
12-02-2001, 18:22:22: Mexico City
12-02-2001, 18:22:56: hello
12-02-2001, 18:25:50: hello
12-02-2001, 19:52:42: Dudley Dawson is a god
12-02-2001, 20:00:33: hey
12-02-2001, 20:01:22: i am the king
12-02-2001, 20:01:36: i am the king
12-02-2001, 20:02:07: hey hey hey
12-02-2001, 21:15:08: Good morning
12-02-2001, 22:31:09: what the hell is this
12-02-2001, 23:25:14: fuck
12-02-2001, 23:25:26: You are gay
12-02-2001, 23:25:39: whats up guy?
12-03-2001, 03:32:25: What?
12-03-2001, 04:04:33: Hello, I fuck pigs. I am a Pig Fucker. Do you have a Pig for me to fuck?
12-03-2001, 04:04:43: Hello, I fuck pigs. I am a Pig Fucker. Do you have a Pig for me to fuck?
12-03-2001, 04:28:34: yo my names kelly
12-03-2001, 04:38:17: fuck you
12-03-2001, 06:20:44: true or not
12-03-2001, 12:49:09: hello everybody
12-03-2001, 12:49:20: hello everybody
12-03-2001, 19:00:08: hello
12-03-2001, 22:21:16: I have a booger on my finger.
12-03-2001, 23:34:41: wash your hands after going pee-pee
12-04-2001, 02:28:33: hi
12-04-2001, 03:01:11: whats your name
12-04-2001, 03:01:18:
12-04-2001, 03:05:42: who the fuck are you and where do you come from
12-04-2001, 03:17:36: who the fuck are you and where do you come from
12-04-2001, 05:30:02: that impetigo is something else.
12-04-2001, 05:46:06: Hablo espanol? Do I speak spanish?
12-04-2001, 05:46:15: Hablo espanol? Do I speak spanish?
12-04-2001, 05:46:25: Hablo espanol Do I speak spanish
12-04-2001, 11:24:21: hey you .... yeah you over here im stuck in this box help
12-04-2001, 11:24:41: hey you .... yeah you over here im stuck in this box help
12-04-2001, 11:29:58: hey.... it worked im not really stuck in a box. he he he
12-04-2001, 13:43:57: danny is gay
12-04-2001, 13:44:39: im so happy ,i have a great life
12-04-2001, 17:29:50: hot hot
12-04-2001, 17:30:39: how's it goin
12-04-2001, 22:33:03: A swift rush of familiar opinion fills the vacuum of thought.
12-04-2001, 22:33:23: A swift rush of familiar opinion fills the vacuum of thought.
12-04-2001, 23:31:07: HEY, MAN! WHAT'S UP??? HOW IS IT HANGIN'????
12-04-2001, 23:31:13: HEY, MAN! WHAT'S UP??? HOW IS IT HANGIN'????
12-04-2001, 23:31:17: HEY, MAN! WHAT'S UP??? HOW IS IT HANGIN'????
12-05-2001, 00:07:10: hello sherry
12-05-2001, 00:07:36: hello sherry
12-05-2001, 00:11:07: i am naked, wanna see?
12-05-2001, 00:12:40: i am naked, wanna see?
12-05-2001, 00:40:51: dupa skorupa
12-05-2001, 00:41:28: you are my sunshine
12-05-2001, 01:33:25: Deejay Encore
12-05-2001, 01:33:28: Deejay Encore
12-05-2001, 01:33:34: hi
12-05-2001, 01:34:19: hi
12-05-2001, 01:35:14: HI
12-05-2001, 01:35:58: FUCK YOU AND YOUR WHOLE OPPERATION
12-05-2001, 03:02:51: How are you?
12-05-2001, 03:06:30: hello
12-05-2001, 03:06:35: hello
12-05-2001, 04:58:00: Do I speak spanish? Hablo espanol?
12-05-2001, 08:42:24: three blind monkeys ate my uncle, and that's why I had to flirt at green floods of texas
12-05-2001, 08:42:28: three blind monkeys ate my uncle, and that's why I had to flirt at green floods of texas
12-05-2001, 11:01:50: hello!! this is shiellah, =)
12-05-2001, 13:41:47: i am broome
12-05-2001, 13:41:52: i am broome
12-05-2001, 13:41:56: i am broome
12-05-2001, 13:45:02: hi i love young boys
12-05-2001, 13:45:53: hi i love young boys
12-05-2001, 13:45:57:
12-05-2001, 13:46:19: wanker
12-05-2001, 14:05:23: aussie aussie aussie oi oi oi
12-05-2001, 17:40:00: Is there a hobbit there?
12-05-2001, 19:30:25: in case of fire, kill 9
12-05-2001, 19:31:29: in case of fire, kill 9
12-05-2001, 21:45:30: this is gay
12-05-2001, 23:29:29: I have eaten many a small furry mammal, and so have all of my brothers.
12-05-2001, 23:29:43: I have eaten many a small furry mammal, and so have all of my brothers.
12-05-2001, 23:29:49: I have eaten many a small furry mammal, and so have all of my brothers.
12-05-2001, 23:30:05: is it working now? Is it? Is it?????
12-06-2001, 01:25:26: Hello and Welcome to Cliff's answering machine, leave a massage at the tone BIOTCH!
12-06-2001, 01:25:32: Hello and Welcome to Cliff's answering machine, leave a massage at the tone BIOTCH!
12-06-2001, 01:25:37: Hello and Welcome to Cliff's answering machine, leave a massage at the tone BIOTCH!
12-06-2001, 01:25:55: Hello and Welcome to Cliff's answering machine, leave a massage at the tone BIOTCH!
12-06-2001, 01:27:49: what time is it in london right now please?
12-06-2001, 01:28:20: hi
12-06-2001, 02:37:04: i have a lot of work and i can not write it so quikly that is why i want use this software it must be free for me
12-06-2001, 02:38:59:
12-06-2001, 02:41:39:
12-06-2001, 05:39:39: If you think your the solution, you part of the problem. From my song :WHen Will The Children Rule
12-06-2001, 05:56:57: hi bryan it's mike
12-06-2001, 06:48:17: LINDSEY is a whore
12-06-2001, 06:48:26: LINDSEY is a whore
12-06-2001, 09:44:44: hi elliott
12-06-2001, 09:45:04: hello ryan
12-06-2001, 12:48:16: Can I have sex now?
12-06-2001, 12:48:26: Can I have sex now?
12-06-2001, 12:48:35: hello
12-06-2001, 12:49:06: hello
12-06-2001, 15:52:11: hi
12-06-2001, 20:58:08: this is your computer, please send me home for the rest of the day with pay Thank you
12-06-2001, 22:13:05: hello my name is nicole and I want to come visit you
12-06-2001, 22:13:15: hello my name is nicole and I want to come visit you
12-06-2001, 22:13:22: hello my name is nicole and I want to come visit you
12-07-2001, 01:42:54: the crust of the biscut is the apostrophy
12-07-2001, 01:43:07: the crust of the biscut is the apostrophy
12-07-2001, 02:41:49: Greetings from Ohio
12-07-2001, 02:48:24: Does this really work?
12-07-2001, 04:00:05: this is cool.
12-07-2001, 06:32:59: yes
12-07-2001, 10:05:20: dooooooooog
12-07-2001, 10:05:44: hello
12-07-2001, 10:07:09: faaaaaaaaaaad
12-07-2001, 11:51:07: God here. Keep up the good work.
12-07-2001, 15:28:51: Piss off
12-07-2001, 16:22:37: What is your name?
12-07-2001, 16:52:32: hi
12-07-2001, 16:52:57: hi
12-07-2001, 17:53:19: Sullivan, you could not get laid if you payed my mother!
12-07-2001, 17:53:26: Sullivan, you could not get laid if you payed my mother!
12-07-2001, 17:53:33: Sullivan, you could not get laid if you payed my mother!
12-07-2001, 22:28:30: To sleep, perchance to dream, thank heaven it's friday
12-07-2001, 22:45:54: Mmm... you sexy biznitch.
12-07-2001, 22:45:59: Mmm... you sexy biznitch.
12-07-2001, 23:54:02: any one have, any have software that can make your computer talk to you? email me at mesx7828@yahoo.com
12-08-2001, 02:18:39: Hi
12-08-2001, 02:19:47: Hi
12-08-2001, 03:15:08: ...we have retaliated against their first strike with a massive launch of our own. repeating, do not panic, proceed to the nearest place of shelter, preferably underground, tune to 103 megahertz and wait for details.
12-08-2001, 03:15:14: ...we have retaliated against their first strike with a massive launch of our own. repeating, do not panic, proceed to the nearest place of shelter, preferably underground, tune to 103 megahertz and wait for details.
12-08-2001, 03:15:26: ...we have retaliated against their first strike with a massive launch of our own. repeating, do not panic, proceed to the nearest place of shelter, preferably underground, tune to 103 megahertz and wait for details.
12-08-2001, 03:15:45: ...we have retaliated against their first strike with a massive launch of our own. repeating, do not panic, proceed to the nearest place of shelter, preferably underground, tune to 103 megahertz and wait for details.
12-08-2001, 03:15:58: ...we have retaliated against their first strike with a massive launch of our own. repeating, do not panic, proceed to the nearest place of shelter, preferably underground, tune to 103 megahertz and wait for details.
12-08-2001, 05:08:09: hello my man
12-08-2001, 05:08:29: hello brian
12-08-2001, 05:08:34: hello brian
12-08-2001, 05:19:02: let me try this
12-08-2001, 05:19:33: let me try this
12-08-2001, 05:19:37: let me try this
12-08-2001, 06:26:19: are you there? is this a really old site?
12-08-2001, 09:49:22: hello
12-08-2001, 12:36:45: How did you get this to work on your site?
12-08-2001, 15:07:16: Welcome, this is alasta travel consultancy
12-08-2001, 15:07:36: Welcome, this is alasta travel consultancy
12-08-2001, 16:09:08: hello
12-08-2001, 16:09:32: hello
12-08-2001, 20:23:30: kkkk
12-08-2001, 20:38:00: SAY
12-08-2001, 20:38:10: SAY
12-08-2001, 20:40:13: hi puta
12-08-2001, 20:42:47: hey
12-08-2001, 20:42:52: hey
12-08-2001, 21:28:21: hi my name is bob johanson, and i like men
12-08-2001, 21:28:26: hi my name is bob johanson, and i like men
12-08-2001, 21:59:28: hi how are you
12-08-2001, 22:57:46: hi this is brad
12-08-2001, 22:57:48: hi this is brad
12-08-2001, 22:57:54: hello
12-08-2001, 22:57:57: hello
12-08-2001, 23:11:24: A man walks into a bar...... ouch!
12-08-2001, 23:11:30: A man walks into a bar...... ouch!
12-08-2001, 23:11:34: A man walks into a bar...... ouch!
12-08-2001, 23:15:17: A man walks into a bar...... ouch!
12-08-2001, 23:15:38: A man walks into a bar... OUCH!!!
12-08-2001, 23:27:16: Hey baby. I want to fuck you hard.
12-08-2001, 23:27:26: Hey baby. I want to do you
12-09-2001, 00:23:40: HI! DA HAM RADIO RULES! DOOD! WHAZUP! YOUR GHOST! WATERMELONS! DIE! WOW! DUDE! WHAT'S GOING ON! UFOS! MARS! THE TELEPHONE!U r a complete nut
12-09-2001, 00:32:49: hello leave us a message
12-09-2001, 02:01:46: Hey ian, what is going on tonight
12-09-2001, 02:36:18: hello
12-09-2001, 02:37:08: hello
12-09-2001, 04:33:15: I wub you Rob...will you marry me?
12-09-2001, 04:33:27: I wub you Rob...will you marry me?
12-09-2001, 04:33:33: I wub you Rob will you marry me?
12-09-2001, 14:21:13: yada, yada, yada
12-09-2001, 14:21:16: yada, yada, yada
12-09-2001, 14:21:19: yada, yada, yada
12-09-2001, 16:54:05: hi
12-09-2001, 19:31:25: hello from ooooooooooklahoma
12-09-2001, 19:31:31: hello from ooooooooooklahoma
12-10-2001, 05:25:51: hhhhuuuuuuuuiiiii
12-10-2001, 07:17:05: Come on over to exclusion zone Irc server is irc.exclusionzone.com Port number 6667
12-10-2001, 07:36:23: you are so stupid, Rob Hansen! I know where you live. In San Fransisco.
12-10-2001, 07:36:26: you are so stupid, Rob Hansen! I know where you live. In San Fransisco.
12-10-2001, 07:37:27:
12-10-2001, 07:40:11: Hey this thing is not Y2K compliant! just look at the said recently page! it says xx-xx-101!
12-10-2001, 07:41:39: i'm gay!
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12-10-2001, 07:45:51: hi
12-10-2001, 07:45:59: hi
12-10-2001, 12:10:43: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise
12-10-2001, 12:10:57: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise
12-10-2001, 12:11:15: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise
12-10-2001, 12:11:20: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise
12-10-2001, 12:15:11: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise
12-10-2001, 12:19:10: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise wangel2000@yahoo.com
12-10-2001, 12:21:55: Hi Rob I am studying a hnd course (In the UK) and doing an assignment for partially sighted aids in IT can you tell me what this software is called that you are using? or what equipment your using to do this? Louise mail me at wangel2000@yahoo.com
12-10-2001, 20:08:14: The goals of this lecture is to familiarize you with some of the approaches to the study of cognitive development within a historical context, and some of the questions posed with regard to the acquisition of human language. The theories of two researchers in particular, Piaget (child as a scientist) and Vygotsky (child as an apprentice), are contrasted. Some recent criticisms of Piaget are discussed. The child's acquisition of two key concepts, the object concept, and theory of mind, are addressed in more detail. The developmental course of acquisition of a lexicon (vocabulary) and a grammar are plotted. The nature of the input, constraints on acquisition, and social cues all play a role in this development.
12-10-2001, 20:08:25: The goals of this lecture is to familiarize you with some of the theories of two
12-11-2001, 03:08:02: i am a slut
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12-11-2001, 03:43:36: Hello butthole
12-11-2001, 03:43:45: Hello
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12-11-2001, 13:50:32: ron
12-11-2001, 14:30:06: poo
12-11-2001, 14:53:24: Martin, you are fired
12-11-2001, 15:17:42: hello der
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12-11-2001, 21:04:08: BY
12-11-2001, 22:14:56: Dave, what are you doing? Please don't touch that.
12-11-2001, 23:57:32: hi
12-12-2001, 00:55:06: This will just have to do for now.
12-12-2001, 10:05:34: hello there
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12-12-2001, 16:29:47: I LISTENED TO HOWARD STERN AND I THINK HE SUCKS
12-12-2001, 19:57:08: Damn, I wanted to be insulting!
12-12-2001, 19:58:02: Damn, I wanted to be insulting!
12-12-2001, 20:37:10: hello bob
12-12-2001, 20:55:05: fuck
12-12-2001, 20:55:19: help
12-13-2001, 00:37:40: i really like how when i loaded this site i heard the homer simpon voice.
12-13-2001, 01:04:37: In my life I made 2 million dollars... The first million I spent on wine and women, the second million I just blew!
12-13-2001, 01:04:47: In my life I made 2 million dollars... The first million I spent on wine and women, the second million I just blew!
12-13-2001, 01:31:42: Grab my dick if your not gay!!!
12-13-2001, 01:32:08: grab my dick if your not gay!!
12-13-2001, 02:22:34: I HAVE A PENIS
12-13-2001, 02:24:58: YOUR MOM TOLD ME HAT YOU HAVE THREE NIPPLES
12-13-2001, 05:18:30: hi
12-13-2001, 05:18:35: hi
12-13-2001, 06:12:46: Timothy Barrall is so hot
12-13-2001, 06:49:02: hello how are you
12-13-2001, 13:25:50: hi
12-13-2001, 13:51:34: nothing
12-13-2001, 13:54:18: hello Mrs. Reinamen
12-13-2001, 13:54:25: hello
12-13-2001, 13:54:44: Hello
12-13-2001, 13:55:29: hello
12-13-2001, 14:43:31: Hello
12-13-2001, 14:43:44: Hello
12-13-2001, 15:18:02: helo sailor
12-13-2001, 16:40:49: i need one of these for my computer with an austrialian accent
12-13-2001, 18:50:49:
12-13-2001, 20:45:04: Hi mom
12-13-2001, 20:52:43: Hello my name is computer
12-13-2001, 20:52:54: Hello my name is computer
12-13-2001, 21:16:09: I want to go home.
12-13-2001, 21:42:09: penis
12-13-2001, 21:47:22: the weather in Chicago sucks, I wish I was there!
12-13-2001, 22:02:06: hi da
12-13-2001, 22:02:26: hi da
12-13-2001, 22:36:34: hi
12-13-2001, 22:36:37: hi
12-13-2001, 22:36:46: hi
12-13-2001, 22:48:10: Hello
12-14-2001, 03:26:40: hello my name is todd
12-14-2001, 09:16:32: HI
12-14-2001, 13:51:39: Mrs Hoover, I ate my red crayon.
12-14-2001, 14:53:54: How is the weather?
12-14-2001, 16:31:29: MORNING FLOWER PEOPLE
12-14-2001, 18:00:30: oxido
12-14-2001, 18:00:37: oxido
12-14-2001, 18:00:49: Now, type what you want to tell me in the box below
12-14-2001, 19:44:33: I stayed home from work today
12-14-2001, 22:35:08: Hi Rob, I am typing this from Scotland-Hello
12-14-2001, 22:57:17: hello
12-14-2001, 23:03:48: This is teh weirdest thing i have seen
12-15-2001, 00:18:38: hello
12-15-2001, 00:18:50: hello
12-15-2001, 00:20:40: Necrosis
12-15-2001, 00:20:45: nrfff
12-15-2001, 00:21:50: narf
12-15-2001, 00:37:13: God bless america!
12-15-2001, 01:14:42: jay herndon
12-15-2001, 01:15:50: hello
12-15-2001, 01:18:49: hello
12-15-2001, 01:31:51: hello
12-15-2001, 01:32:02: yo
12-15-2001, 02:09:58: hello Nasser
12-15-2001, 12:41:44: Hello
12-15-2001, 12:41:54: Hello
12-15-2001, 12:42:01: Hello
12-15-2001, 14:58:04: gangesh
12-15-2001, 14:58:43: gangesh
12-15-2001, 15:58:14: is there anyone there
12-15-2001, 15:58:38: is there anyone there
12-15-2001, 17:29:06: bubba stinks
12-15-2001, 17:29:47: bubba stinks
12-15-2001, 17:29:54: d
12-15-2001, 17:31:55: fuck off u twat
12-15-2001, 17:32:01: bubba stinks
12-15-2001, 17:32:07: fuck off u twat
12-15-2001, 19:19:45: hello
12-15-2001, 22:12:51: what a useless thing to have
12-16-2001, 04:47:23: i like to masturbate
12-16-2001, 06:16:28: fUCK OFF
12-16-2001, 17:53:22: This is cooler than COOL!! How can I learn the technology behind this automatic talking machine?
12-16-2001, 17:53:28: This is cooler than COOL!! How can I learn the technology behind this automatic talking machine?
12-16-2001, 17:53:33: This is cooler than COOL!! How can I learn the technology behind this automatic talking machine?
12-16-2001, 17:53:41: This is cooler than COOL!! How can I learn the technology behind this automatic talking machine?
12-16-2001, 21:08:42: Hello
12-16-2001, 21:23:09: Huh, cool guy? Just speak and i'll have a response of you on my monitor! :)
12-16-2001, 22:38:03: hey
12-16-2001, 22:38:56: suck my harry dick
12-17-2001, 02:45:16: ilove you
12-17-2001, 05:22:09: Jesus saves. Praise the Lord.
12-17-2001, 05:22:17: Jesus saves. Praise the Lord.
12-17-2001, 14:25:46: hey boy
12-17-2001, 14:27:48: hey boy
12-17-2001, 15:26:54: Howdy Ho hehe ho ho he he ho ho hehe
12-17-2001, 16:12:04: Hi how are u
12-17-2001, 16:44:22: I wish I was in san fransisco now!
12-17-2001, 16:44:40: I wish I was in san fransisco now!
12-17-2001, 19:19:16: hi
12-17-2001, 19:19:36: hello
12-17-2001, 20:58:11: Hi rob. This is a bee em gee friend writing. you still doing this program?
12-17-2001, 20:58:14: Hi rob. This is a bee em gee friend writing. you still doing this program?
12-17-2001, 21:13:43: Go Fuck your Self
12-17-2001, 21:14:02: Hello
12-17-2001, 21:15:22: Hello
12-17-2001, 21:43:15: My ass itches
12-17-2001, 21:43:39: no one is listening to me
12-17-2001, 22:32:55: Hi. I'm an artist
12-17-2001, 22:33:57: Hi. I'm an artist
12-18-2001, 01:34:59: ahhhhhhh
12-18-2001, 01:48:10: la la la
12-18-2001, 05:03:05: saya cinta kamu
12-18-2001, 12:43:51: love
12-18-2001, 13:56:51: arse sandwich
12-18-2001, 16:35:31: karthik
12-18-2001, 16:35:46: karthik
12-18-2001, 20:23:18: What is this for?
12-18-2001, 20:50:44: Dont ever touch me again John. You damn dickhead!
12-18-2001, 20:50:52: Dont ever touch me again John. You damn dickhead!
12-18-2001, 20:51:07: Dont ever touch me again John. You damn dickhead!
12-18-2001, 20:51:26: hi
12-18-2001, 21:29:01: Mike Restrepo is a piece of shit.
12-18-2001, 21:29:12: Mike is a piece of shit.
12-18-2001, 21:29:22: You are a piece of shit.
12-18-2001, 21:30:02: loser
12-18-2001, 21:30:23: hello
12-18-2001, 21:31:18: loser
12-18-2001, 22:15:48: J to the izzo. F to the izzay. Whizzo izzo my fizzo so I can jizzo the lazzay.
12-18-2001, 23:26:53: eat shit motherfucker
12-18-2001, 23:27:06: eat shit motherfucker
12-18-2001, 23:28:15: how now brown cow
12-19-2001, 03:23:00: is this for real
12-19-2001, 03:23:34: is this for real
12-19-2001, 03:23:53: is this for real
12-19-2001, 07:02:43: nothing
12-19-2001, 07:04:51: does this thing works?
12-19-2001, 09:31:20: Wow, this is great! Have a nice day you all!
12-19-2001, 10:26:38: hello
12-19-2001, 10:45:03: Hi! Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
12-19-2001, 11:22:06: WHo the hell is ROb Hansen??????
12-19-2001, 11:22:14: WHo the hell is ROb Hansen??????
12-19-2001, 12:50:23: i hope john will get better
12-19-2001, 12:50:36: i hope john will get better
12-19-2001, 14:47:08: can i hear it speak?
12-19-2001, 18:10:10: leo
12-19-2001, 18:10:22: leo
12-19-2001, 18:16:46: leo
12-19-2001, 19:09:05: hi roni
12-19-2001, 19:09:27: hi roni
12-19-2001, 21:37:23: hello
12-19-2001, 21:44:13: Hi there
12-19-2001, 23:44:22: I have a distinct desire to slowly undress someone today, and then perhaps eat some cheese.
12-20-2001, 01:04:41: huh
12-20-2001, 01:04:49: huh
12-20-2001, 01:05:02: what
12-20-2001, 03:00:24: hi
12-20-2001, 03:00:54:
12-20-2001, 03:01:15:
12-20-2001, 03:07:34: Hello
12-20-2001, 04:47:12: dhdhdfhhdf
12-20-2001, 04:47:25: hello
12-20-2001, 06:41:18: fuck off
12-20-2001, 06:55:23: hi can you here me?
12-20-2001, 09:34:28: hi how are you
12-20-2001, 15:38:31: hello
12-20-2001, 15:38:34: hello
12-20-2001, 15:38:41: what
12-20-2001, 15:39:15: Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.
12-20-2001, 15:48:41: Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.
12-20-2001, 17:53:28: Sea shells on the sea shore!
12-20-2001, 17:53:39: Sea shells on the sea shore
12-20-2001, 17:53:48: sea shells on the sea shore
12-20-2001, 18:15:38: You're a cunt face!!!!
12-20-2001, 18:15:43: You're a cunt face!!!!
12-20-2001, 20:39:56: Hello there fuck-o
12-20-2001, 20:40:04: Hello there tough guy
12-20-2001, 20:48:05: hi
12-20-2001, 20:48:12: hi
12-21-2001, 01:34:57: Help control the pet population. Have your pet spayed or neutered.
12-21-2001, 10:11:07: if you have two near death experiences twice, what happens?
12-21-2001, 10:11:12: if you have two near death experiences twice, what happens?
12-21-2001, 15:16:21: This is a test , can the sender hear if the sending computer is audio equipped?
12-21-2001, 16:58:13: the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog near the river bank.
12-21-2001, 16:58:29: the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog near the river bank.
12-21-2001, 17:56:48: I want to be a proffecional singer
12-21-2001, 17:58:30: I want to be a proffecional singer
12-21-2001, 17:59:54: I want to be a proffecional singer, i want to be a super star and i pray to god he will help me
12-21-2001, 18:55:17: What platform are you using to do this?
12-21-2001, 20:41:00: hi
12-21-2001, 20:41:06: hi
12-21-2001, 20:41:31:
12-21-2001, 20:41:43: i am a male
12-21-2001, 21:29:40: Merry Christmas
12-21-2001, 22:36:10: fuck you
12-21-2001, 23:00:03: helo
12-21-2001, 23:00:07: helo
12-21-2001, 23:35:45: fuck in the ass
12-21-2001, 23:35:57: i smell
12-21-2001, 23:36:06: i smell
12-21-2001, 23:36:10: i smell
12-21-2001, 23:37:09: HELLO
12-21-2001, 23:37:37: HELLO
12-21-2001, 23:39:52: hello
12-21-2001, 23:40:50: fuck
12-21-2001, 23:41:26: hello
12-22-2001, 05:05:59: hello, how are you doing?
12-22-2001, 05:06:09: hello, how are you doing?
12-22-2001, 05:06:13: hello, how are you doing?
12-22-2001, 05:06:16: hello, how are you doing?
12-22-2001, 11:17:04: örröti örrör
12-22-2001, 11:17:19: oerroeti oerroer
12-22-2001, 13:12:51: hello
12-22-2001, 17:46:59: xes
12-22-2001, 22:21:53: who are you?
12-22-2001, 22:21:56: who are you?
12-22-2001, 22:22:15: who are you
12-23-2001, 00:57:05: bite me
12-23-2001, 01:56:03: go vikes
12-23-2001, 02:35:40: nanu nanu , urma oprah oprah beef
12-23-2001, 02:35:48: nanu nanu , urma oprah oprah beef
12-23-2001, 03:08:53: Hey there. I am really horny. I haven't had sex in two weeks. For me that is an eternity. Hey, but it is almost Christmas and my boyfriend is comming over. I guess that I can wait until then. Maybe not, but I will just wait and see. Until then, say hello to my little friend, Murdock.
12-23-2001, 03:09:03: Hey there. I am really horny. I haven't had sex in two weeks. For me that is an eternity. Hey, but it is almost Christmas and my boyfriend is comming over. I guess that I can wait until then. Maybe not, but I will just wait and see. Until then, say hello to my little friend, Murdock.
12-23-2001, 03:09:34: Hey there. I am really horny. I haven't had sex in two weeks. For me that is an eternity. Hey, but it is almost Christmas and my boyfriend is comming over. I guess that I can wait until then. Maybe not, but I will just wait and see. Until then, say hello to my little friend, Murdock.
12-23-2001, 06:55:54: hey there!
12-23-2001, 08:19:16: hello sir
12-23-2001, 09:28:24: Holy fuck rob... There is one crazy fucked up dyke bitch Thats posting her moronic and lunatic rantings on your site dude. Hope that's not your ex dude.
12-23-2001, 15:27:23: Hey baby
12-23-2001, 17:11:24: I am REALLY bored
12-23-2001, 19:10:24: SAVE THE UNICORNS!
12-23-2001, 20:33:33: bouly
12-23-2001, 20:34:32: i'm here
12-23-2001, 22:00:58: Hello
12-23-2001, 22:01:39: Hello sexy
12-23-2001, 22:02:21: I hate this fucking place
12-24-2001, 00:04:34: ho, ho, ho, jimmy you son of a bitch...you think that you are funny, but you are not...son of a bitch..you know who is funny..that dan miller is....son of a bitch
12-24-2001, 03:27:50: fuck you
12-24-2001, 04:26:03: yet
12-24-2001, 04:26:32: what am i doing
12-24-2001, 04:26:38: what am i doing.
12-24-2001, 04:28:30: i
12-24-2001, 05:33:36: i am the greatest
12-24-2001, 05:36:35: You may control my mind and body but you will never be able to control my PRIDE!!!!
12-24-2001, 06:57:35: I wanna fuck your brains out baby!
12-24-2001, 07:12:28:
12-24-2001, 07:19:22: I am a 30 year old female in the western new york area. I have recently joined a college taking the Business Administration Information Technology program. I am fairly new in computers, yet my interest has grown stronger every day that I have learned something new. Although my classes do not consist of Talking Computers, my interest in that department is unbelievable. If I could only understand the beginning of this matter, I know that the ending results would be excellent. I have a very expanded mind when it comes to salutions. This is my first time to your site and I am very excited to learn more about you automatic talking machine.
12-24-2001, 15:36:31: Nobody gets paid this week
12-24-2001, 16:13:32: Hey, Merry Christmas
12-24-2001, 17:14:22: hi
12-24-2001, 17:15:26: YOU ARE GAY
12-24-2001, 17:26:48: get out of my pocket assface. thats not a cucember its an eraser
12-24-2001, 17:26:54: get out of my pocket assface. thats not a cucember its an eraser
12-24-2001, 17:26:57: get out of my pocket assface. thats not a cucember its an eraser
12-24-2001, 18:59:55: Wesolych Swiat - it means Merry Christmas in Polish language
12-24-2001, 19:00:16: it doesnt work
12-24-2001, 21:18:13: Hi
12-24-2001, 22:27:46: Hello
12-24-2001, 22:27:55: Hello
12-24-2001, 22:28:11: hello
12-24-2001, 22:30:15: hello
12-24-2001, 23:36:22: hello
12-24-2001, 23:36:34: yuj
12-25-2001, 03:47:30: go home
12-25-2001, 04:23:25: I am made of poo
12-25-2001, 04:31:49: helo
12-25-2001, 04:33:19: there is no sound coming out of my PC speakers.
12-25-2001, 16:01:56: what is your name
12-25-2001, 19:52:56: hello
12-25-2001, 19:53:02: hello
12-25-2001, 19:53:56: hello
12-25-2001, 20:23:16: I Want A Telephone
12-25-2001, 20:24:05: Hello
12-25-2001, 21:22:14: I am a southern Illinois hillbilly that is simply amazed by this technology.
12-25-2001, 21:22:23: I am a southern Illinois hillbilly that is simply amazed by this technology.
12-26-2001, 02:43:56: who else is out there
12-26-2001, 02:44:01: who else is out there
12-26-2001, 03:02:31: Come man! She's an angel I'd as soon call her mother a wit.
12-26-2001, 03:02:36: Come man! She's an angel I'd as soon call her mother a wit.
12-26-2001, 03:02:40: Come man! She's an angel I'd as soon call her mother a wit.
12-26-2001, 03:02:56: I'd as soon call her mother a wit.
12-26-2001, 03:06:28: I'd as soon call her mother a wit.
12-26-2001, 03:07:23: Her teeth are tolerable I suppose, but nothing out of the common way. And in her air altogether, there is a self sufficiency without fashion that I find intolerable
12-26-2001, 03:07:57: dude
12-26-2001, 03:58:53: WHATTTTTSSSSSS UP
12-26-2001, 03:58:56: WHATTTTTSSSSSS UP
12-26-2001, 03:59:03: WHATTTTTSSSSSS UP
12-26-2001, 03:59:12: WHATS UP
12-26-2001, 04:03:10: WHATS UP
12-26-2001, 06:01:37: hello
12-26-2001, 06:01:53: hello
12-26-2001, 06:05:44: hello
12-26-2001, 09:29:35: is it there where is it
12-26-2001, 12:41:11: Can i actually download the software that is used to enable you to hear me?
12-26-2001, 18:45:50: hello how are you?
12-26-2001, 18:46:00:
12-26-2001, 20:44:20: Ik hou van mooi weer
12-26-2001, 20:44:25: Ik hou van mooi weer
12-26-2001, 20:44:29: Ik hou van mooi weer
12-26-2001, 20:44:53: I like the wheather.
12-26-2001, 20:45:30: I like the wheather.
12-26-2001, 20:52:08: hi
12-26-2001, 20:52:19: hello
12-26-2001, 23:42:58: OW
12-27-2001, 00:23:07: Hello, Rob. I'm afraid I can't open the pod bay doors right now. Hal nine thousand advised against it.
12-27-2001, 00:23:10: Hello, Rob. I'm afraid I can't open the pod bay doors right now. Hal nine thousand advised against it.
12-27-2001, 01:57:26: Kris you smell like poo and you will eat it too
12-27-2001, 01:59:05: hello
12-27-2001, 03:02:19: hi rob
12-27-2001, 05:18:41: hello
12-27-2001, 05:19:17: hello
12-27-2001, 09:23:28: helloo
12-27-2001, 09:23:43: helloo
12-27-2001, 10:51:11: hello nicola
12-27-2001, 10:51:23: hello nicola
12-27-2001, 10:51:34: hello nicola
12-27-2001, 10:52:20: hello nicola
12-27-2001, 10:52:49: hi nic
12-27-2001, 11:07:35: cabut taik lalat amsyar
12-27-2001, 11:08:00: cabut taik lalat amsyar
12-27-2001, 11:08:26: cabut taik lalat amsyar
12-27-2001, 11:09:00: hello who are you
12-27-2001, 13:19:31: can i download it??
12-27-2001, 13:20:02: can i download it??
12-27-2001, 15:21:26: this is what i expect
12-27-2001, 16:47:50: fuck off
12-27-2001, 20:03:26: RAJA IS A NAUGHTY BOY.
12-27-2001, 20:03:27: RAJA IS A NAUGHTY BOY.
12-27-2001, 20:03:38: RAJA IS A NAUGHTY BOY.
12-27-2001, 21:53:10:
12-28-2001, 02:21:09: hi rob, how are you doing?
12-28-2001, 06:57:45: ,.kl
12-28-2001, 06:58:10: hello billy
12-28-2001, 08:31:51: SPERM VOMIT SEX CAT ORGY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS IN TWO
12-28-2001, 08:31:57: SPERM VOMIT SEX CAT ORGY WILL RIP YOUR BALLS IN TWO
12-28-2001, 08:59:08: i'm frustrated
12-28-2001, 11:06:43:
12-28-2001, 16:28:59: Hello Rob, how are you?
12-28-2001, 17:56:47: hi
12-29-2001, 01:39:55: It's Friday I'm in love
12-29-2001, 01:40:00: It's Friday I'm in love
12-29-2001, 01:42:53: SCUM MANIFESTO -by Valerie Solanas -------------- Life in this society being, at best, an utter bore and no aspect of society being at all relevant to women, there remains to civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seeking females only to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex. It is now technically possible to reproduce without the aid of males (or, for that matter, females) and to produce only females. We must begin immediately to do so. Retaining the male has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the y(male) gene is an incomplete x(female) gene, that is, has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples. The male is completely egocentric, trapped inside himself,incapable of empathizing or identifying with others, of love, friendship, affection or tenderness. He is a completely isolated unit, incapable of rapport with anyone. His responses are entirely visceral, not cerebral; his intelligence is a mere tool in the service of his drives and needs; he is incapable ofmental passion, mental interaction; he can't relate to anything other than his own physical sensations. He is a half dead, unresponsive lump, incapable of giving or receiving pleasure or happiness; consequently, he is at best an utter bore, an inoffensive blob, since only those capable of absorption in others can be charming. He is trapped in a twilight zone halfway between humans and apes,he is capable of a large array of negative feelings - hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt- and moreover he is *aware* of what he is and isn't. Although completely physical, the male is unfit even for stud service. Even assuming mechanical proficiency, which few men have, he is first of all, incapable of zestfully, lustfully, tearing off a piiece, but is instead eaten up with guilt, shame, fear and insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which the most enlightened training can only minimize; second, the physical feeling he attains is next to nothing; and, third, he is not empathizing with his partner, but is obsessed with how he's doing, turning in an A performance, doing a good plumbing job. To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo. It's often said that men use women. Use them for what? Surely not pleasure. Eaten up with guilt, shame, fears and insecurities and obtaining, if he's lucky, a barely perceptible physical feeling, the male is nontheless, obsessed with screwing; he'll swim a river of snot, wade nostril-deep through a mile of vomit, if he thinks there'll be a friendly pussy awaiting him. He'll screw a woman he despises, any snaggle-toothed hag, and, furthermore, pay for the opportunity. Why? Relieving physical tension isn't the answer, as masturbation suffices for that. It's not ego satisfaction; that doesn't explain screwing corpses and babies. Completely egocentric, unable to relate, empathize or identify, and filled with a vast, pervasive, diffuse sexuality, the male is psychically passive. He hates his passivity, so he projects it onto women, defines the male as active, then sets out to prove that he is ("prove he's a man"). His main means of attempting to prove it is screwing (Big Man with a Big Dick tearing of a Big Piece). since he's attempting to prove an error, he must "prove" it again and again. Screwing, then, is a desperate, compulsive attempt to prove he's not passive, not a woman; But he *is* passive and *does* want to be a woman. Being an incomplete female, the male spends his life attempting to complete himself, to become female. He attempts to do this by constantly seeking out, fraternizing with and trying to live through and fuse with the female, and by claiming as his own all female characteristics - emotional strength and independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, depth of character, grooviness, etc. - and projecting onto women all male traits - vanity, frivolity, triviality, weakness, etc. It should be said though, that the male has one glaring area of superiority over the female - public relations. (He has done a brilliant job of convincing millions of women that men are women and women are men.) The male claim that females find fulfillment through motherhood and sexuality reflects what males think they'd find fulfilling if they were female. Women, in other words, don't have penis envy; men have pussy envy. When the male accepts his passivity, defines himself as a woman (males as well as females think men are women and women are men), and becomes a transvestite he loses his desire to screw (or to do anything else, for that matter; he fulfills himself as a drag queen) and gets his cock chopped off. He then achieves a continuous diffuse sexual feeling from "being a woman". Screwing is, for a man, a defense against his desire to be female. Sex is itself a sublimation. The male, because of his obsession to compensate for not being female combined with his inability to relate and to feel compassion, has made of the world a shitpile. He is responsible for: *War*: The male's normal method of compensation for not being female, namely, getting his Big Gun off, is grossly inadequate, as he can get it off only a very limited number of times; so he gets it off on a really massive scale, and proves to the entire world that he's a "Man". Since he has no compassion or ability to empathize or identify, proving his manhood is worth an endless number of lives, including his own - his own life being worthless, he would rather go out in a blaze of glory than plod grimly on for fifty more years. *Niceness*, *Politeness* and "*Dignity*": Every man, deep down, knows he's a worthless piece of shit. Overwhelmed by a sense of animalism and deeply ashamed of it; wanting, not to express himself, but to hide from others his total physicality, total egocentricity, the hate and contempt he feels for other men, and to hide from himself the hate and contempt he suspects other men feel for him; having a crudely constructed nervous system that is easily upset by the least display of emotion or feeling, the male tries to enforce a "social" code that ensures a perfect blandness, unsullied by the slightest trace of feeling or upsetting opinion. He uses terms like "copulate", "sexual congress", "have relations with" (to men, "*sexual* relations" is a redundancy), overlaid with stilted manners; the suit on the chimp. *Money*, *Marriage and Prostitution*, *Work and Prevention of an Automated Society*: There is no human reason for money or for anyone to work more than two or three hours a week at the very most. All non-creative jobs (practically all jobs now being done) could have been automated long ago, and in a moneyless society everyone can have as much of the best of everything as she wants. But there are non-human, male reasons for maintaining the money-work system: 1. Pussy. Despising his highly inadequate self, overcome with intense anxiety and a deep, profound loneliness when by his empty self, desperate to attach himself to any female in the dim hopes of completing himself, in the mystical belief that by touching gold he'll turn to gold, the male craves the continuous companionship of women. The company of the lowest female is preferable to his own or that of other men, who serve only to remind him of his repulsiveness. But females, unless very young or very sick, must be coerced or bribed into male company. 2. Supply the non-relating male with the delusion of usefulness, and enable him to try to justify his existence by digging holes and filling them up. Leisure time horrifies the male, who will have nothing to do but contemplate his grotesque self. Unable to relate or to love, the male must work. Females crave absorbing, emotionally satisfying, meaningful activity, but lacking the opportnity or ability for this, they prefer to idle and waste away their time in ways of their own choosing - sleeping, shopping, bowling, shooting pool, playing cards and other games, breeding, reading, walking around, daydreaming, eating, playing with themselves, popping pills, going to the movies, getting analyzed, traveling, raising dogs and cats, lolling on the beach, swimming, watching T.V., listening to music, decorating their houses, gardening, sewing, nightclubbing, dancing, visiting, "improving their minds" (taking courses), and absorbing "culture" (lectures, plays, concerts, "arty" movies). Therefore, many females would, even assuming complete economic equality between the sexes, prefer living with males or peddling their asses on the street thus having most of their time for themselves, to spending many hours of their days doing boring, stultifying, non-creative work for somebody else, functioning as less than animals, as machines, or, at best, - if able to get a "good" job - co-managing the shitpile. What will liberate women, therefore, from male control is the total elimination of the money-work system, not the attainment of economic equality with men within it. 3. Power and control. Unmasterful in his personal relations with women, the male attains to general masterfulness by the manipulation of money and of everything and everybody controlled by money, in other words, of everything and everybody. 4. Love substitute. Unable to give love or affection, the male gives money. It makes him fell motherly. The mother gives milk; he gives bread. He is the Breadwinner. 5. Provides the male with a goal. Incapable of enjoying the moment, the male needs something to look forward to, and money provides him with an eternal, never-ending goal: Just think what you could do with 80 trillion dollars - Invest it! And in three years time you'd have 300 trillion dollars!!! 6. Provides the basis for the male's major opportunity to control and manipulate - fatherhood. *Fatherhood and Mental Illness (fear, cowardice, timidity, humility, insecurity, passivity)*: Mother wants what's best for her kids; Daddy only wants what's best for Daddy, that is peace and quiet, pandering to his delusion of dignity ("respect"), a good reflection on himself (status) and the opportunity to control and manipulate, or, if he's an "enlightened" father, to "give guidance". His daughter, in addition, he wants sexually - he gives her *hand* in marriage; the other part is for him. Daddy, unlike Mother, can never give in to his kids, as he must, at all costs, preserve his delusion of decisiveness, forcefulness, always-rightness and strength. Never getting one's way leads to a lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with the world and to a passive acceptance of the status quo. Mother loves her kids, although she sometimes gets angry, but anger blows over quickly and even while it exists, doesn't preclude love and basic acceptance. Emotionally diseased Daddy doesn't love his kids; he approves of them - if they're "good", that is, if they're nice, "respectful", obedient, subservient to his will, quiet and not given to unseemly displays of temper that would be most upsetting to Daddy's easily disturbed male nervous system - in other words, if they're passive vegetables. If they're not "good", he doesn't get angry - not if he's a modern "civilized" father (the old-fashioned ranting, raving brute is preferable, as he is so ridiculous he can be easily despised) - but rather expresses disapproval, a state that, unlike anger, endures and precludes a basic acceptance, leaving the kid with a feeling of worthlessness and a lifelong obsession with being approved of; the result is fear of independent thought, as this leads to unconventional, disapproved of opinions and way of life. For the kid to want Daddy's approval it must respect Daddy, and, being garbage, Daddy can make sure that he is respected only by remaining aloof, by distantness, by acting on the precept "familiarity breeds contempt", which is, of course, true, if one is contemptible. By being distant and aloof, he is able to remain unknown, mysterious, and, thereby, to inspire fear ("respect"). Disapproval of emotional "scenes" leads to fear of strong emotion, fear of one's own anger and hatred, and to a fear of facing reality, as facing it leads at first to anger and hatred. Fear of anger and hatred combined with a lack of self-confidence in one's ability to cope with and change the world, or even to affect in the slightest way one's own destiny, leads to a mindless belief that the world and most people in it are nice and that the most banal, trivial amusements are great fun and deeply pleasurable. The effect of fatherhood on males, specifically, is to make them "Men", that is, highly defensive of all impulses to passivity, faggotry, and of desires to be female Every boy wants to imitate his mother, be her, fuse with her, but Daddy forbids this; *he* is the mother; *he* gets to fuse with her. So he tells the boy, sometimes directly, sometimes indirectly, to not be a sissy, to act like a "Man". The boy, scared shitless of and "respecting" his father, complies, and becomes just like Daddy, that the model of "Man"-hood, the all-American ideal - the well-behaved heterosexual dullard. The effect of fatherhood on females is to make them male - dependent, passive, domestic, animalistic, nice, insecure, approval and security seekers, cowardly, humble, "respectful" of authorities and men, closed, not fully responsive, half dead, trivial, dull, conventional, flattened out and thoroughly contemptible. Daddy's Girl, always tense and fearful, uncool, unanalytical, lacking objectivity, appraises Daddy, and thereafter, other men, against a background of fear ("respect") and is not only unable to see the empty shell behind the aloof facade, but accepts the male definition of himself as superior, as a female, and of herself, as inferior, as a male, which, thanks to Daddy, she really is. It is the increase of father hood, resulting from the increased and widespread affluence that fatherhood needs in order to thrive, that has caused the general increase of mindlessness and the decline of women in the United States since the 1920s. Thhe close association of affluence with father hood has led, for the most part, to only the wrong girls, namely, the "privileged" middle-class girls, getting "educated". The effect of fathers, in sum, has been to corrode the world with maleness. The male has a negative Midas tough - everything he touches turns to shit. *Suppression of Individuality, Animalism (domesticity and motherhood) and Functionalism*: The male is just a bundle of conditioned reflexes, incapable of a mentally free response; he is tied to his early conditioning, determined completely by his past experiences. His earliest experiences are with his mother, and he is throughout his life tied to her. It never becomes completely clear to the male that he is not part of his mother, that he is he and she is she. His greatest need is to be guided, sheltered, protected and admired by Mama (men expect women to adore what men shrink from in horror - themselves) and, being completely physical, he yearns to spend his time (that's not spent "out in the world" grimly defending against his passivity) wallowing in basic animal activities - eating, sleeping relaxing and being soothed by Mama. Passive, rattle-headed Daddy's Girl, ever eager for approval, for a pat on the head, for the "respect" of any passing piece of garbage is easily reduced to Mama, mindless ministrator to physical needs, soother of the weary, apey brow, booster of the puny ego, appreciator of the contemptible, a hot water bottle with tits. The reduction to animals of the women of the most backward segment of society - the "privileged, educated" middle-class, the backwash of humanity - where Daddy reigns supreme, has been so thorough that they try to groove on labor pains and lie around in the most advanced nation in the world in the middle of the twentieth century with babies chomping away on their tits. It's not for the kids' sake, though, that the "experts" tell women that Mama should stay at home and grovel in animalism, but for Daddy's; the tit's for Daddy to hang onto; the labour pains for Daddy to vicariously groove on (half dead, he needs awfully strong stimuli to make him respond). Reducing the female to an animal, to Mama, to a male, is necessary for psychological as well as practical reasons: the male is a mere member of the species, interchangeable with every other male. He has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from what intrigues you, what outside yourself absorbs you, what you're in relation to. Completely self-absorbed, capable of being in relation only to their bodies and physical sensations, males differ from each other only to the degree and in the ways they attempt to defend themselves against their passivity and their desire to be female. The female's individuality, which he is acutely aware of, but which he doesn't comprehend and isn't capable of relating to or grasping emotionally, frightens and upsets him and fills him with envy. So he denies it in her and proceeds to define everyone in terms of his or her function or use, assigning to himself, of course, the most important functions - doctor, president, scientist - thereby providing himself with an identity, if not individuality, and tries to convince himself and women (he's succeeded best at convincing women) that the female function is to bear and raise children and to relax, comfort and boost the ego of the male; that her function is such as to make her interchangeable with every other female. In actual fact, the female function is to relate, groove, love and be herself, irreplaceable by anyone else; the male funciton is to produce sperm. We now have sperm banks. In actual fact the female function is to explore, discover, invent, solve problems, crack jokes, make music - all with love. In other words, create a magic world. *Prevention of Privacy*: Although the male, being ashamed of what he is and of almost everything he does, insists on privacy and secrecy in all aspects of his life, he has no real *regard* for privacy. Being empty, not being a complete, separate being, having no self to groove on and needing to be constantly in female company, he sees nothing at all wrong in intruding himself on any woman's thoughts, even a total stranger's, anywhere at any time, but rather feels indignant and insulted when put down for doing so, as well as confused - he can't, for the life of him, understand why anyone would prefer so much as one minute of solitude to the company of any creep around. Wanting to become a woman, he strives to be constantly around females, which is the closest he can get to becoming one, so he created a "society" based on the family - a male-female couple and their kids (the excuse for the family's existence), who live virtually on top of one another, unscrupulously violating the females' rights, privacy and sanity. *Isolation, Suburbs and Prevention of Community*. Our society is not a community, but merely a collection of isolated family units. desperately insecure, fearing his woman will leave him if she is exposed to other men or to anything remotely resembling life, the male seeks to isolate her from other men and from what little civilization there is, so he moves her out to the suburbs, a collection of self-absorbed couples and their kids. Isolation enables him to try to maintain his pretense of being an individual by becoming a "rugged individualist", a loner, equating non-co-operation and solitariness with individuality. There is yet another reason for the male to isolate himself: every man is an island. Trapped inside himself, emotionally isolated, unable to relate, the male has a horror of civilization, people, cities, situations requiring an ability to understand and relate to people. So, like a scared rabbit, he scurries off, dragging Daddy's little asshole along with him to the wilderness, the suburbs, or, in the case of the "hippie" - he's way out, Man! - all the way out to the cow pasture where he can fuck and breed undisturbed and mess around with his beads and flute. The "hippie", whose desire to be a "Man", a "rugged indindualist", isn't quite as strong as the average man's, and who, in addition, is excited by the thought of having lots of women accessible him, rebels against the harshness of a Breadwinner's life and the monotony of one woman. In the name of sharing and co-operation, he forms the commune or tribe, which, for all its togetherness and partly because of it (the commune, being an extended family, is an extended violation of the females' rights, privacy and sanity) is no more a community than normal "society". A true community consists of individuals-not mere species members, not couples-respecting each other's individuality and privacy, at the same time interacting with each other mentally and emotionally-free spirits in free relation to each other-and co- perating with each other to achieve common ends. Traditionalists say the basic unit of "society" is the family; "hippies" say the tribe; no one says the individual. The "hippie" babbles on about individuality, but has no more conception of it than any other man. He desires to get back to Nature back to the wilderness, back to the home of the furry animals that he's one of, away from the city, where there is at least a trace, a bare beginning of civilization, to live at the species level, his time taken up with simple, non-intellectual activities - farming, fucking, bead stringing. The most important activity of the commune, the one on which it is based, is gangbanging. The "hippie" is enticed to the commune mainly by the prospect of all the free pussy - the main commodity to be shared, to be had just for the asking but, blinded by greed, he fails to anticipate all the other men he has to share with, or the jealousies and possessiveness of the pussies themselves. Men cannot co-operate to achieve a common end, because each man's end is all the pussy for himself. The commune, therefore, is doomed to failure: each "hippie" will, in panic, grab the first simpleton who digs him and whisk her off to the suburbs as fast as he can. The male cannot progress socially, but merely swings back and forth from isolation to gangbanging. *Conformity*: Although he wants to be an individual, the male is scared of anything in himself that is the slightest bit different from other men; it causes him to suspect that he's not really a "Man", that he's passive and totally sexual, a highly upsetting suspicion. If other men are A and he's not, he must not be a man; he must be a fag. So he tries to affirm his "Manhood" by being like all the other men. differentness in other men, as well as in himself, threatens him; it means they're fags whom he must at all costs avoid, so he tries to make sure that all other men conform. The male dares to be different to the degree that he accepts his passivity and his desire to be female, his fagginess. The farthest out male is the drag queen, but he, although different from most men, is exactly like all other drag queens; like the functionalist, he has an identity - he is a female. He tries to define all his troubles away - but still no individuality. Not completely convinced that he's a woman, highly insecure about being sufficiently female, he conforms compulsively to the man-made feminine stereotype, ending up as nothing but a bundle of stilted mannerisms. To be sure he's a "Man", the male must see to it that the female be clearly a "Woman", the opposite of a "Man", that is, the female must act like a faggot. And Daddy's Girl, all of whose female instincts were wrenched out of her when little, easily and obligingly adapts herself to the role. *Authority and Government*: Having no sense of right or wrong, no conscience, which can only stem from an ability to empathize with others....having no faith in his non-existent self, being necessarily competitive and, by nature, unable to co-operate, the male feels a need for external guidance and control. So he created authorities - priests, experts, bosses, leaders, etc. - and govemment. Wanting the female (Mama) to guide him, but unable to accept this fact (he is, after all, a MAN), wanting to play Woman, to usurp her function as Guider and Protector, he sees to it that all authorities are male. There's no reason why a society consisting of rational beings capable of empathizing with each other, complete and having no natural reason to compete, should have a government, laws or leaders. *Philosophy, Religion and Morality Based on Sex*: The male's inability to relate to anybody or anything makes his life pointlcss and meaningless (the ultimate male insight is that life is absurd), so he invented philosophy and religion. Being empty, he looks outward, not only for guidance and control, but for salvation and for the meaning of life. Happiness being for him impossible on this earth, he invented Heaven. For a man, having no ability to empathise with others and being totally sexual, "wrong" is sexual "licence" and engaging in "deviant" ("unmanly") sexual practices, that is, not defending against his passivity and total sexuality which, if indulged, would destroy "civilization", since "civilization" is based entirely on the male need to defend himself against these characteristics. For a woman (according to men), "wrong" is any behaviour that would entice men into sexual "license" - that is, not placing male needs above her own and not being a faggot. Religion not only provides men with a goal (Heaven) and helps keep women tied to men, but offers rituals through which he can try to expiate the guilt and shame he feels at not defending himself enough against his sexual impulses; in essence, that guilt and shame he feels at being a male. Most men, utterly cowardly, project their inherent weaknesses onto women, label them female weaknesses and believe themselves to have female strengths; most philosophers, not quite so cowardly, face the fact that male lacks exist in men, but still can't face the fact that they exist in men only. So they label the male condition the Human Condition, pose their nothingness problem, which horrifies them, as a philosophical dilemma, thereby giving stature to their animalism, grandiloquently label their nothingness their "Identity Problem", and proceed to prattle on pompously about the "Crisis of the Individual", the "Essence of Being", "Existence Preceding Essence", "Existential Modes of Being", etc., etc. A woman not only takes her identity and individuality for granted, but knows instinctively that the only wrong is to hurt others, and that the meaning of life is love. *Prejudice (racial, ethnic, religious, etc.)*: The male needs scapegoats onto whom he can project his failings and inadequacies and upon whom he can vent his frustration at not being female. And the various discriminations have the practical advantage of substantially increasing the pussy pool available to the men on top. *Competition, Prestige, Status, Formal Education, Ignorance and Social and Economic Classes*: Having an obsessive desire to be admired by women, but no intrinsic worth, the male constructs a highly artificial society enabling him to appropriate the appearance of worth through money, prestige, "high" social class, degrees, professional position and knowledge and, by pushing as many other men as possible down professionally, socially, economically, and educationally. The purpose of "higher" education is not to educate but to exclude as many as possible from the various professions. The male, totally physical, incapable of mental rapport, although able to understand and use knowledge and ideas, is unable to relate to them, to grasp them emotionally; he does not value knowledge and ideas for their own sake (they're just means to ends) and, consequently, feels no need for mental companions, no need to cultivate the intellectual potentialities of others. On the contrary, the male has a vested interest in ignorance; it gives the few knowledgeable men a decided edge on the unknowledgeable ones and, besides, the male knows that an enlightened, aware female population will mean the end of him. The healthy, conceited female wants the company of equals whom she can respect and groove on; the male and the sick, insecure, unself-confident male female crave the company of worms. No genuine social revolution can be accomplished by the male, as the male on top wants the status quo, and all the male on the bottom wants is to be the male on top. The male "rebel" is a farce; this is the male's "society", made by him to satisfy his needs. He's never satisfied, because he's not capable of being satisfied. Ultimately, what the male "rebel" is rebelling against is being male. The male changes only when forced to do so by technology, when he has no choice, when "society" reaches the stage where he must change or die. We're at that stage now; if women don't get their asses in gear fast, we may very well all die. *Prevention of Conversation*: Being completely self-centered and unable to relate to anything outside himself, the male's "conversation", when not about himself, is an impersonal droning on, removed from anything of human value. Male "intellectual conversation" is a strained, compulsive attempt to impress the female. Daddy's Girl, passive, adaptable, respectful of and in awe of the male, allows him to impose his hideously dull chattcr on her. This is not too difficult for her, as the tension and anxiety, the lack of cool, the insecurity and self-doubt, the unsureness of her own feelings and sensations that Daddy instilled in her make her perceptions superficial and render her unable to see that the male's babble is a babble; like the aesthete "appreciating" the blob that's labeled "Great Art", she believes she's grooving on what bores the shit out of her. Not only does she permit his babble to dominate, she adapts her own "conversation" accordingly. Trained from early childhood in niceness, politeness and "dignity", in pandering to the male need to disguise his animalism she obligingly reduces her "conversation" to small talk, a bland insipid avoidance of any topic beyond the utterly trivial - or, if "educated" to "intellectual" discusssion, that is, impersonal discoursing on irrelevant abstractions - the Gross National Product the Common Market, the influence of Rimbaud on symbolist painting. So adept is she at pandering that it eventually becomes second nature and she continues to pander to men even when in the company of other females only. Apart from pandering, her "conversation" is further limited by her insecurity about expressing deviant, original opinions and the self-absorption based on insecurity and that prevents her conversation from being charming. Niceness, politeness, "dignity", insecurity and self-absorption are hardly conducive to intensity and wit, qualities a conversation must have to be worthy of the name. Such conversation is hardly rampant, as only completely self-confident, arrogant, outgoing, proud, tough-minded females are capable of intense, bitchy, witty conversation. *Prevention of Friendship (Love)*: Men have contempt for themselves, for all other men whom they contemplate more than casually and whom they do not think are females, (for example, "sympathetic" analysts and "Great Artists") or agents of God and for all women who respect and pander to them; the insecure, approval-seeking, pandering male females have contempt for themselves and for all women like them; the self-confident, swinging, thrill-seeking female females have contempt for men and for the pandering male females. In short, contempt is the order of the day. Love is not dependency or sex, but friendship, and, therefore, love can't exist between two males, between a male and a female or between two females, one or both of whom is a mindless, insecure, pandering male; like conversation, love can exist only between two secure, free-wheeling, independent, groovy female females, since friendship is based on respect, not contempt. Even among groovy females deep friendships seldom occur in adulthood, as almost all of them are either tied up with men in order to survive economically, or bogged down in hacking their way through the jungle and in trying to keep their heads above the amorphous mass. Love can't flourish in a society based on money and meaningless work; it requires complete economic as well as personal freedom, leisure time and the opportunity to engage in intensely absorbing, emotionally satisfying activities which, when shared with those you respect, lead to deep friendship. Our "society" provides practically no opportunity to engage in such activities. Having stripped the world of conversation, friendship and love, the male offers us these paltry substitutes: *"Great Art" and "Culture"*: The male "artist" attempts to solve his dilemma of not being able to live, of not being female, by constructing a highly artificial world in which the male is heroized, that is, displays female traits, and the female is reduced to highly limited, insipid subordinate roles, that is, to being male. The male "artistic" aim being, not to communicate (having nothing inside him, he has nothing to say), but to disguise his animalism, he resorts to symbolism and obscurity ("deep stuff"). The vast majority of people, particularly the "educated" ones, lacking faith in their own judgement, humble, respectful of authority ("Daddy knows best" is translated into adult language as "Critic knows best", "Writer knows best", "Ph.D knows best"), are easily conned into believing that obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, ambiguity and boredom are marks of depth and brilliance. "Great Art" proves that men are superior to women, that men are women, being labeled "Great Art", almost all of which, as the anti- feminists are fond of reminding us, was created by men. We know that "Great Art" is great because male authorities have told us so, and we can't claim otherwise, as only those with exquisite sensitivities far superior to ours can perceive and appreciate the greatness, the proof of their superior sensitivity being that they appreciate the slop that they appreciate. Appreciating is the sole diversion of the "cultivated"; passive and incompetent, lacking imagination and wit, they must try to make do with that; unable to create their own diversions, to create a little world of their own, to affect in the smallest way their environments, they must accept what's given; unable to create or relate, they spectate. Absorbing "culture" is a desperate, frantic attempt to groove in an ungroovy world, to escape the horror of a sterile, mindless existence. "Culture" provides a sop to the egos of the incompetent, a means of rationalizing passive spectating; they can pride themselves on their ability to appreciate the "finer" things, to see a jewel where there is only a turd (they want to be admired for admiring). Lacking faith in their ability to change anything, resigned to the status quo, they have to see beauty in turds because, so far as they can see, turds are all they'll ever have. The veneration of "Art" and "Culture" - besides leading many women into boring, passive activity that distracts from more important and rewarding activities, from cultivating active abilities and leads to the constant intrusion on our sensibilities of pompous dissertations on the deep beauty of this and that turd. This allows the "artist" to be set up as one possessing superior feelings, perceptions, insights and judgments, thereby undermining the faith of insecure women in the value and validity of their own feelings, perceptions, insights and judgments, The male, having a very limited range of feelings and, consequently, very limited perceptions, insights and judgments, needs the "artist" to guide him, to tell him what life is all about. But the male "artist", being totally sexual, unable to relate to anything beyond his own physical sensations, having nothing to express beyond the insight that for the male life is meaningless and absurd, cannot be an artist. How can he who is not capable of life tell us what life is all about? A "male artist" is a contradiction in terms. A degenerate can only produce degenerate "art". The true artist is every self-confident, healthy female, and in a female society the only Art, the only Culture, will be conceited, kookie, funky females grooving on each other and on everything else in the universe. *Sexuality*: Sex is not part of a relationship; on the contrary, it is a solitary experience, non-creative, a gross waste of time. The female can easily - far more easily than she may think - condition away her sex drive, leaving her completely cool and cerebral and free to pursue truly worthy relationships and activities; but the male, who seems to dig women sexually and who seeks constantly to arouse them, stimulates the highly-sexed female to frenzies of lust, throwing her into a sex bag from which few women ever escape. The lecherous male excited the lustful female; he has to - when the female transcends her body, rises above animalism, the male, whose ego consists of his cock, will disappear. Sex is the refuge of the mindless. And the more mindless the woman, the more deeply embedded in the male "culture", in short, the nicer she is, the more sexual she is. The nicest women in our "society" are raving sex maniacs. But being just awfully, awfully nice they don't, of course, descend to fucking-that's uncouth-rather they make love, commune by means of their bodies and establish sensual rapport; the literary ones are attuned to the throb of Eros and attain a clutch upon the Universe; the religious have spiritual communion with the Divine Sensualism; the mystics merge with the Erotic Principle and blend with the Cosmos, and thc acid heads contact their erotic cells. On the other hand, those females least embedded in the male "Culture", the least nice, those crass and simple souls who reduce fucking to fucking, who are too childish for the grown-up world of suburbs, mortgages, mops and baby shit, too selfish to raise kids and husbands, too uncivilized to give a shit for anyone's opinion of them, too arrogant to respect Daddy, the "Greats" or the deep wisdom of the Ancients, who trust only their animal, gutter instincts, who equate Culture with chicks, whose sole diversion is prowling for emotional thrills and excitement, who are given to disgusting, nasty, upsetting "scenes", hateful, violent bitches given to slamming those who unduly irritate them in the teeth, who'd sink a shiv into a man's chest or ram an icepick up his asshole as soon as look at him, if they knew they could get away with it, in short, those who, by the standards of our "culture" are SCUM....these females are cool and relatively cerebral and skirting asexuality. Unhampered by propriety, niceness, discretion, public opinion, "morals", the "respect" of assholes, always funky, dirty, low-down SCUM gets around....and around and around....they've seen the whole show - every bit of it - the fucking scene, the sucking scene, the dyke scene - they've covered the whole waterfront, been under every dock and pier - the peter pier, the pussy pier....you've got to go through a lot of sex to get to anti-sex, and SCUM's been through it all, and they're now ready for a new show; they want to crawl out from under the dock, move, take off, sink out. But SCUM doesn't yet prevail; SCUM's still in the gutter of our "society", which, if it's not deflected from its present course and if the Bomb doesn't drop on it, will hump itself to death. *Boredom*: Life in a "society" made by and for creatures who, when they are not grim and depressing are utter bores, can only be, when not grim and depressing, an utter bore. *Secrecy, Censorship, Suppression of Knowledge and Ideas, and Expose's*: Every male's deep-seated, secret, most hideous fear is the fear of being discovered to be not a female, but a male, a subhuman animal. Although niceness, politeness and "dignity" suffice to prevent is exposure on a personal level, in order to prevent the general exposure of the male sex as a whole and to maintain his unnatural dominant position in "society", the male must resort to: l. Censorship. Responding reflexly to isolated words and phrases rather than cerebrally to overall meanings, the male attempts to prevent the arousal and discovery of his animalism by censoring not only "pornography", but any work containing "dirty" words, no matter in what context they are used. 2. Suppression of all ideas and knowledge that might expose him or threaten his dominant position in "society". Much biological and psychological data is suppressed, because it is proof of the male's gross inferiority to the female. Also, the problem of mental illness will never be solved while the male maintains control, because first, men have a vested interest in it-only females who have very few of their marbles will allow males the slightest bit of control over anything, and second, the male cannot admit to lhe role that fatherhood plays in causing mental illncss. 3. Expose's. The male's chief delight in life - insofar as the dense, grim male can ever be said to delight in anything - is in exposing others. It doesn't much matter what they're exposed as, so long as they're exposed; it distracts attention from himself. Exposing others as enemy agents (Communists and Socialists) is one of his favorite pastimes, as it removes the source of the threat to him not only from himself, but from the country and the Western world. The bugs up his ass aren't in him; they're in Russia. *Distrust*: Unable to empathize or feel affection or loyalty, being exclusively out for himself, the male has no sense of fair play; cowardly, needing constantly to pander to the female to win her approval, that he is helpless without, always on edge lest his animalism, his maleness be discovered, always needing to cover up, he must lie constantly; being empty, he has no honor or integrity - he doesn't know what those words mean. The male, in short, is treacherous, and the only appropriate attitude in a male "society" is cynicism and distrust. *Ugliness*: Being totally sexual, incapable of cerebral or aesthetic responses, totally materialistic and greedy, the male, besides inflicting on the world "Great Art", has decorated his unlandscaped cities with ugly buildings (both inside and out), ugly decors, billboards, highways, cars, garbage trucks and, most notably, his own putrid self. *Hate and Violence*: The male is eaten up with tension, with frustration at not being female, at not being capable of ever achieving satisfaction or pleasure of any kind; eaten up with hate - not rational hate that is directed against those who abuse or insult you - but irrational, indiscriminate hate....hatred, at bottom, of his own worthless self. Gratuitous violence, besides "proving" he is a "Man", serves as an outlet for his hate and, in addition - the male being capable only of sexual responses and needing very strong stimuli to stimulate his half-dead self - provides him with a little sexual thrill. *Disease and Death*: All diseases are curable, and the aging process and death are due to disease; it is possible, therefore, never to age and to live forever. In fact, the problems of aging and death could be solved within a few years, if an all-out, massive scientific assault were made on the problem. This, however, will not occur within the male establishment, because: 1. The many male scientists who shy away from biological research, terrified of the discovery males are females, and show marked preference for virile, "manly" war and death programs. 2. The discouragement of many potential scientists from scientific careers by the rigidity, boringness, expensiveness, time-consumingness and unfair exclusivity of our "higher" educational system. 3. Propaganda disseminated by insecure male professionals, who jealously guard their positions, so that only a highly select few can comprehend abstract scientific concepts. 4. Widespread lack of self-confidence brought about by the father system that discourages many talented girls from becoming scientists. 5. Lack of automation. There now exists a wealth of data which, if sorted out and correlated, would reveal the cure for cancer and several other diseases and possibly the key to life itself. But the data is so massive it requires high speed computers to correlate it all. The institution of computers will be delayed interminably under the male control system, since the male has a horror of being replaced by machines. 6. The money system's insatiable need for new products. Most of the few scientists around who aren't working on death programs are tied up doing research for corporations. 7. The male likes death - it excitees him sexually and, already dead inside, he wants to die. 8. The bias of the money system for the least creative scientists. Most scientists come from at least relatively affluent families where Daddy reigns supreme. Incapable of a positive state of happiness, which is the only thing that can justify one's existence, the male is, at best, relaxed, comfortable, neutral, and this condition is extremely short-lived, as boredom, a negative state, soon sets in; he is, therefore, doomed to an existence of suffering relieved only by occasional, fleeting stretches of restfulness, which state he can achieve only at the expense of some female. The male is, by his very nature, a leech, an emotional parasite and, therefore, not ethically entitled to live, as no one has the right to live at someone else's expense. Just as humans have a prior right to existence over dogs by virtue of being more highly evolved and having a superior consciousness so women have a prior right to existence over men. The elimination of any male is, therefore, a righteous and good act, an act highly beneficial to women as well as an act of mercy. However, this moral issue will eventually be rendered academic by the fact that the male is gradually eliminating himself. In addition to engaging in the time-honored and classical wars and race-riots, men are more and more either becoming fags or are obliterating themselves through drugs. The female, whether she likes it or not, will eventually take complete charge, if for no other reason than that he will have to - the male, for practical purposes, won't exist. Accelerating this trend is the fact that more and more males are acquiring enlightened self-interest; they're realizing more and more that the female interest is their interest, that they can live only through the female and that the more the female is encouraged to live, to fulfill herself, to be a female and not a male, the more nearly he lives; he's coming to see that it's easier and more satisfactory to live through her than to try to become her and usurp her qualities, claim them as his own, push the female down and claim she's a male. The fag, who accepts his maleness, that is, his passivily and total sexuality, his femininity, is also best served by women being truly female, as it would then be easier for him to be male, feminine. If men were wise they would seek to become really female, would do intensive biological research that would lead to men, by means of operations on the brain and nervous system, being able to be transformed in psyche, as well as body, into women. Whether to continue to use females for reproduction or to reproduce in the laboratory will also become academic: what will happen when every female, twelve and over, is routinely taking the Pill and there are no longer any accidents? How many women will deliberately get or (if an accident) remain pregnant? No, Virginia, women don't just adore being brood mares, despite what the mass of robot, brainwashed women will say. When society consists of only the fully conscious the answer will be none. Should a certain percentage of women be set aside by force to serve as brood mares for the species? Obviously this will not do. The answer is laboratory production of babies. As for the issue of whether or not to continue to reproduce males, it doesn't follow that because the male, like (disease, has always existed among us that he should continue to exist. When genetic control is possible - and it soon will be - it goes without saying that we should produce only whole, complete beings, not physical defects or deficiencies, including emotional deficiencies, such as maleness. Just as the deliberate production of blind people would be highly immoral, so would be the deliberale production of emotional cripples. Why produce even females? Why should there be future generations? What is their purpose? When aging and death are eliminated, why continue to reproduce? Why should we care what happens when we're dead? Why should we care that there is no younger generation to succeed us? Eventually the natural course of events, of social evolution, will lead to total female control of the world and, subsequently, to the cessation of the production of males and, ultimately, to the cessation of the production of females. But SCUM is impatient; SCUM is not consoled by the thought that future generations will thrive; SCUM wants to grab some thrilling living for itself. And, if a large majority of women were SCUM, they could acquire complete control of this country within a few weeks simply by withdrawing from the labor force, thereby paralyzing the entire nation. Additional measures, any one of which would be sufficient to completely disrupt the economy and everything else, would be for women to declare themselves off the money system, stop buying, just loot and simply refuse to obey all laws they don't care to obey. The police force, National Guard, Army, Navy and Marines combined couldn't squelch a rebellion of over half the population, particularly when it's made up of people they are utterly helpless without. If all women simply left men, refused to have anything to do with any of them - ever, all men, the government, and the national economy would collapse completely. Even without leaving men, women who are aware of the extent of their superiority to and power over men, could acquire complete control over everything within a few weeks, could effect a total submission of males to females. In a sane society the male would trot along obediently after the female. The male is docile and easily led, easily subjected to the domination of any female who cares to dominate him. The male, in fact, wants desperately to be led by females, wants Mama in charge, wants to abandon himself to her care. But this is not a sane society, and most women are not even dimly aware of where they're at in relation to men The conflict, therefore, is not between females and males, but between SCUM - dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seeking, free-wheeling, arrogant females, who consider themselves fit to rule the universe, who have free-wheeled to the limits of this "society" and are ready to wheel on to something far beyond what it has to offer - and nice, passive, accepting, "cultivated", polite, dignified, subdued, dependent, scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seeking Daddy's Girls, who can't cope with the unknown, who want to continue to wallow in the sewer that is, at least, familiar, who want to hang back with the apes, who feel secure only with Big Daddy standing by, with a big, strong man to lean on and with a fat, hairy face in the White House, who are too cowardly to face up to the hideous reality of what a man is, what Daddy is, who have cast their lot with the swine, who have adapted themselves to animalism, feel superficially comfortable with it and know no other way of "life", who have reduced their minds, thoughts and sights to the male level, who, lacking sense, imagination and wit can have value only in a male "society", who can have a place in the sun, or, rather, in the slime, only as soothers, ego boosters, relaxers and breeders, who are dismissed as inconsequents by other females, who project their deficiencies, their maleness, onto all females and see the female as a worm. But SCUM is too impatient to hope and wait for the de-brainwashing of millions of assholes. Why should the swinging females continue to plod dismally along with the dull male ones? Why should the fates of the groovy and the creepy be intertwined? Why should the active and imaginative consult the passive and dull on social policy? Why should the independent be confined to the sewer along with the dependent who need Daddy to cling to? A small handful of SCUM can take over the country within a year by systematically fucking up the system, selectively destroying property, and murder: SCUM will become members of the unwork force, the fuck-up force; they will get jobs of various kinds and unwork. For example, SCUM salesgirls will not charge for merchandise; SCUM telephone operators will not charge for calls; SCUM office and factory workers in addition to fucking up their work, will secretly destroy equipment. SCUM will unwork at a job until fired, then get a new job to unwork at. SCUM will forcibly relieve bus drivers, cab drivers and subway token sellers of their jobs and run buses and cabs and dispense free tokens to the public. SCUM will destroy all useless and harmful objects - cars, store windows, "Great Art", etc. Eventually SCUM will take over the air-waves - radio and TV networks - by forcibly relieving of their jobs all radio and TV employees who would impede SCUM's entry into the broadcasting studios. SCUM will couple-bust - barge into mixed (male-female) couples, wherever they are, and bust them up. SCUM will kill all men who are not in the Men's Auxiliary of SCUM. Men in the Men's Auxiliary are those men who are working diligently to eliminate themselves, men who, regardless of their motives, do good, men who are playing ball with SCUM. A few examples of the men in the Men's Auxiliary are: men who kill men; biological scientists who are working on constructive programs, as opposed to biological warfare; journalists, writers, editors, publishers and producers who disseminate and promote ideas that will lead to the achievement of SCUM's goals; faggots who, by their shimmering, flaming example, encourage other men to de-man themselves and thereby make themselves relatively inoffensive; men who consistently give things away - money, things, services; men who tell it like it is (so far not one ever has), who put women straight, who reveal the truth about themselves, who give the mindless male females correct sentences to parrot, who tell them a woman's primary goal in life should be to squash the male sex (to aid men in this endeavor SCUM will conduct Turd Sessions, at which every male present will give a speech beginning with the sentence:" I am a turd, a lowly, abject turd," then proceed to list all the ways in which he. His reward for so doing will be the opportunity to fraternize after the session for a whole, solid hour with the SCUM who will be present. Nice, clean-living male women will be invited to the sessions to help clarify any doubts and misunderstandings they may have about the male sex); makers and promoters of sex books and movies, etc, who are hastening the day when all that will be shown on the screen will be Suck and Fuck (males, like the rats following the Pied Piper, will be lured by Pussy to their doom, will be overcome and submerged by and will eventually drown in the passive flesh that they are); drug pushers and advocates, who are hastening the dropping out of men. Being in the Men's Auxiliary is a nccessary but not a sufficient condition for making SCUM's escape list; it's not enough to do good; to save their worthless asses men must must also avoid evil. A few examples of the most obnoxious or harmful types are: rapists, politicians and all who are in their service (campaigners, members of political parties, etc.); lousy singers and musicians; Chairmen of Boards; Breadwinners; landlords; owners of greasy spoons and restaurants that play Musak; "Great Artists"; cheap pikers and welchers; cops, tycoons; scientists working on death and destruction programs or for private industry (practically all scientists); liars and phonies; disc jockeys; men who intrude themselves in the slightest way on any strange female; real estate men; stock brokers; men who speak when they have nothing to say; men who loiter idly on the street and mar the landscape with their presence; double dealers; flim-flam artists; litterbugs; plagiarizers; men who in the slightest way harm any female; all men in the advertising industry; psychiatrists and clinical psychologists; dishonest writers, journalists, editors, publishers, etc.; censors on both the public and private levels; all members of the armed forces, including draftees (LBJ and McNamara give orders, but service men carry them out) and particularly pilots (if the bomb drops, LBJ won't drop it; a pilot will). In the case of a man whose behavior falls into both the good and bad categories, an overall subjective evaluation of him will be made to determine if his behavior is, in the balance, good or bad. It is most tempting to pick off the female "Great Artists", liars and phonies, etc. along with the men, but that would be inexpedient, as it would not be clear to most of the public that the female killed was a male. All women have a fink streak in them, to a great or lesser degree, but it stems from a lifetime of living among men. Eliminate men and women will shape up. Women are improvable; men are not, although their behavior is. When SCUM gets hot on their asses it'll shape up fast. Simultaneously with the fucking-up, looting, couple-busting, destroying and killing, SCUM will recruit. SCUM, then, will consist of recruiters; the elite corps - the hard core activists (the fuck-ups, looters and destroyers) and the elite of the elite - the killers. Dropping out is not the answer; fucking-up is. Most women are already dropped out; they were never in. Dropping out gives control to those few who don't drop out; dropping out is exactly what the establishment leaders want; it plays into the hands of the enemy; it strengthens the system instead of undermining it, since it is based entirely on the non-participation, passivity, apathy and non-involvement of the mass of women. Dropping out, however, is an excellent policy for men and SCUM will enthusiastically encourage it. Looking inside yourself for salvation, contemplating your navel, is not, as the Drop Out people would have you believe, the answer. Happiness lies outside yourself, is achieved through interacting with others. Self-forgetfulness should be one's goal, not self-absorption. The male, capable of only the latter, makes a virtue of an irremediable fault and sets up self-absorption, not only as a good but as a Philosophical Good, and thus gets credit for being deep. SCUM will not picket, demonstrate, march or strike to attempt to achieve its ends. Such tactics are for nice, genteel ladies who scrupulously take only such action as is guaranteed to be ineffective. In addition, only decent, clean-living, male women, highly trained in submerging themselves in the species, act on a mob basis. SCUM consists of individuals; SCUM is not a mob, a blob. Only as many SCUM will do a job as are needed for the job. Also, SCUM, being cool and selfish, will not subject itself to getting rapped on the head with billy clubs; that's for the nice, "privileged, educated", middle-class ladies with a high regard for the touching faith in the essential goodness of Daddy and policemen. If SCUM ever marches, it will be over the President's stupid, sickening face; if SCUM ever strikes, it will be in the dark with a six-inch blade. SCUM will always operate on a criminal as opposed to a civil disobedience basis, that is, as opposed to openly violaling the law and going to jail in order to draw attention to an injustice. Such tactics acknowledge the rightness of the overall system and are used only to modify it slightly, change specific laws. SCUM is against the entire system, the very idea of law and government. SCUM is out to destroy the system, not attain certain rights within it. Also, SCUM - always selfish, always cool - will always aim to avoid detection and punishment. SCUM will always be furtive, sneaky, underhanded (although SCUM murders will always be known to be such). Both destruction and killing will be selective and discriminate. SCUM is against half-crazed, indiscriminate riots, with no clear objective in mind, and in which many of your own kind are picked off. SCUM will never instigate, encourage or participate in riots of any kind or any other form of indiscriminate destruction. SCUM will coolly, furtively, stalk its prey and quietly move in for the kill. Destruction will never be such as to block off routes needed for the transportation of food and other essential supplies, contaminate or cut off the water supply, block streets and traffic to the extent that ambulances can't get through or impede the functioning of hospitals. SCUM will keep on destroying, looting, fucking-up and killing until the money-work system no longer exists and automation is completely instituted or until enough women co-operate with SCUM to make violence unnecessary to achieve these goals, that is, until enough women either unwork or quit work, start looting, leave men and refuse to obey all laws inappropriate to a truly civilized society. Many women will fall into line, but many others, who surrendered long ago to the enemy, who are so adapted to animalism, to maleness, that they like restrictions and restraints, don't know what to do with freedom, will continue to be toadies and doormats, just as peasants in rice paddies remain peasants in rice paddies as one regime topples another. A few of the more volatile will whimper and sulk and throw their toys and dishrags on the floor, but SCUM will continue to steamroller over them. A completely automated society can be accomplished very simply and quickly once there is a public demand for it. The blueprints for it are already in existence, and its construction will only take a few weeks with millions of people working at it. Even though off the money system, everyone will be most happy to pitch in and get the automated society built; it will mark the beginning of a fantastic new era, and there will be a celebration atmosphere accompanying the construction. The elimination of money and the complete institution of automation are basic to all other SCUM reforms; without these two the others can't take place; with them the others will take place very rapidly. The government will automatically collapse. With complete automation it will be possible for every woman to vote directly on every issue by means of an electronic voting machine in her house. Since the government is occupied almost entirely with regulating economic affairs and legislating against purely private matters, the elimination of money and with it the elimination of males who wish to legislate "morality" will mean that there will be practically no issues to vote on. After the elimination of money there will be no further need to kill men; they will be stripped of the only power they have over psychologically independent females. They will be able to impose themselves only on the doormats, who like to be imposed on. The rest of the women will be busy solving the few remaining unsolved problems before planning their agenda for eternity and Utopia - completely revamping educational programs so that millions of women can be trained within a few months for high level intellectual work that now requires years of training (this can be done very easily once our educational goal is to educate and not to perpetuate an academic and intellectual elite); solving the problems of disease and old age and death and completely redesigning our cities and living quarters. Many women will for a while continue to think they dig men, but as they become accustomed to female society and as they become absorbed in their projects, they will evcntually come to see the utter uselessness and banality of the male. The few remaining men can exist out their puny days dropped out on drugs or strutting around in drag or passively watching the high-powered female in action, fulfilling themselves as spectators, vicarious livers (*) or breeding in the cow pasture with the toadies, or they can go off to the nearest friendly suicide center where they will be quietly, quickly and painlessly gassed to death. ------------------------------------------------------------------- (*) It will be electronically possible for him to tune in to any specific female he wants to and follow in detail her every movement. The females will kindly, obligingly consent to this, as it won't hurt them in the slightest and it is a marvelously kind and humane way to treat their unfortunate, handicapped fellow beings. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Prior to the institution of automation, to the replacement of males by machines, the male should be of use to the female, wait on her, cater to her slightest whim, obey her every command, be totally subservient to her, exist in perfect obedience to her will, as opposed to the completely warped, degenerate situation we have now of men, not only not existing at all, cluttering up the world with their ignominious presence, but being pandered to and groveled before by the mass of females, millions of women piously worshipping before the Golden Calf, the dog leading the master on the leash, when in fact the male, short of being a drag queen, is least miserable when his dogginess is recognised - no unrealistic emotional demands are made of him and the completely together female is calling the shots. 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