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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.
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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
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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.
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(*) 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.
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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 fucki