Misanthropy

Humanity is a naturally prolific and highly social creature. Sadly, most of us are lonely in our bustling crowd.

Most people generally dislike people. Many of us actually hate us. Some of them kill us.

Many claim they would save an animal before they would a human being. Others say they hate to see or hear an animal in distress but either do not care or delight when one of us is suffering. There are others who fantasize about being a disease that torments and kills us in droves.

People who hate people are the very evil they supposedly hate. People who love animals, plants or the very Earth instead of people do so pretending animals, plants or the planet are people. They are spewing their love into the gutter.

Humanity is not “most people” or this thing or that group. It is personal and individual. If even one human being is good then humanity is good.

Heterosexuality perpetuates our kind. Monogamy is the foundation of advanced civilization. Masculinity is the strength of our species.

Homosexuality, promiscuity, and feminism do nothing for humanity. Homosexuality spreads disease without perpetuating life. Promiscuity produces bastards. Feminism is women told what to think by men who think every woman is a bimbo.

We are told by nonentities told what to tell us that humanity is a coincidence. Our accomplishments are happenstance. Our individuals are nothing of the sort. All is impersonal and pointless… but be true to your whims and make-believe a purpose to your liking. “Science” is a magic word that makes things true… but it is trademarked.

Humanity is before the heavens and the earth. It is before the angels, plants and animals. It is the Beginning and the End, the first and the last. Love humanity with all your heart, mind, soul and strength. Love your neighbor as yourself.

Not all people are human. There are things among us of our nature of dust and water but their dust is stirred by ether and their water made hot by fire. Humanity is by the very breath and blood of God. These other people are soulless. They are our neighbors. Love them. You may be their salvation.

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For Whom the Christmas Bells Toll

Most people are evil. They simply do not care. They become lethargic and do nothing or they become restless and do bad things. Someone else is always to be blame. All those specks in the eyes of others get in the way of the plank of the self-righteous.

Evil is not unfairness or inequality. Good cannot be fashioned by education or redistribution.

Good was never and shall never be a matter of right or wrong. Satan would have you believe otherwise. He is the Father of Lies. If good and evil are matters of right or wrong then good and evil are by the numbers. Angels, and I am including cherubim, are streams of information made sentient. A morality by the numbers plays right into their hands.

The men and women of dust and water are weak, foolish and mortal. The men of ether and fire are strong, wise and immortal. Take heed: the least is indeed the greatest and the greatest least.

You hear tell that you are a primate. You are an animal. You are a coincidence. Did you ever wonder who first told us such a thing? Did you ever wonder why they did so?

The men and women of dust and water worship knowledge and power. They believe they are nothing without it. They are in awe of the inhuman things that are knowledgeable and powerful. Our world became a hell when devils became the gods.

Most people are apathetic. By their sheer indifference their dust settles and their water goes stagnant. All things and all people serve the Lord. Jesus allowed the devils to become the false gods knowing they would stir the dust and make the water flow.

The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit always were and shall always be. They did not begin. They shall not end. They are the source of all things and all people. Jesus is their Trinity. His mortality and its immortality are the first and the last, the Beginning and the End of all things.

A human being is by the blood and breath of Jesus. It is not a primate. It is not an animal any more than it is the clothes it wears. It is not a coincidence. A human being is by the Word of God, not by the Father of Lies.

The men and women of dust and water are potential to do with as they will. Their numbers and their excellence are of their own making.

Most men and women do nothing of themselves. Others make them bother, whether by fear or enticement. These men and women breed like rats but such a thing comes naturally. Their mediocrity is who they are. They are insignificant because they make nothing of themselves. Others make them or break them.

The Way is not by the numbers. Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Most people are evil but what of it? The wicked are put to use but of themselves they are useless. They serve but not of themselves. They die as they lived: in vain. There are good people. All is well because of these precious few.

Feminism is Fake

Women are sexy. They are our mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, daughters and nieces. Men would not tolerate these moody weaklings otherwise.

There is no feminism. There never was. Women are fearful and needy. Men dominate other men in the name of women and make the women feel safe. They offer what is needed by taking it from others. They tell the women what to think by flattery.

There are strong women and weak men but Man is stronger than Woman. His empowerment is by force. Hers is granted or denied.

The “battle of the sexes” is a game we play. It is an exercise that keeps our species fit. Of course there are injuries, as there are in every sport. Likewise, there is cheating.

Women should not be in combat. Men should not be in combat... but only because people should not fight and kill each other. Men are stronger, faster, tougher and more aggressive so they are better suited for such a thing.

The strongest bodies are not the strongest men. The men who rule the world are not muscular young men but rather bold and wily old men. Women are not inferior because they are physically weaker: the mighty are physically weak. Women are weaker in mind and spirit.

The place of woman is at the side of man, not as his equal but as his helper. He is to do what is right. She is to encourage him to do so. He is to act. She is to support his action. We are a social creature. Man and Woman are the Right and Left of our species. As a species, we are right-handed.

True to Fiction

Daydreams are casual fantasies inspired by the simplest things. Fiction is when the imagination is shared as stories.

I am a storyteller. Of course I daydream. I turn the fantasies into stories. I understand what I imagine but I must explain it if it is to make sense to other people.

I am mortal and only human. Women are sexy to me. Danger scares me. I have all these things in common with other people. I have themes they can relate to.

The triumph of evil may delight but only the triumph of good can satisfy. Even the evildoers languish when evil wins. Everyone fancies oneself the “good guy” accordingly. Even those proud of evil for being evil rationalize that evil is somehow good.

In all my stories humanity and its mortality provide context. Women are sexy and danger is scary. The struggle of good against evil decides the fate of everyone and everything.

I am a good storyteller. I use archetypes, tropes and other conventions but as the language people understand. I believe what I tell but shall not tell it unless I can make the telling interesting.

I tell whatever story I want using whatever I want to tell it. There is nothing “bad” of itself that I should not consider. Art is not distinguished from vulgarity by its themes but rather by its craftsmanship.

Silly or serious, comedic or dramatic, violent or gentle, hopeful or tragic are not qualities for better or worse as objective standards. The story must be interesting and enjoyable if it is to be good fiction. It must be like daydreams: casual fantasies inspired by the simplest things.

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Sexy Nonsense

“An alarm is sounded. Throngs of armed women in tight or skimpy uniforms pour into view only to be slaughtered in droves. Their bodies carpet the floor in various poses of lifeless indignity. Eyes are rolled back, tongues are hanging out and the fingers of the limp or twitching hands are curled.”

Sex and violence are indeed intrinsically linked. Both are physical and passionate. Both are thrilling.

Why is the alarm sounded? The hero has already entertained us by easily silencing sentries. We relished the feeble struggling of his victims. We were delighted by the wincing, grunts and groans. We were amused by the snapping of necks. The foreplay was fun but it got us excited.

Why throngs of women in tight or skimpy uniforms? Insignificant people enjoy numerical superiority. Women are sexy to everyone. Tight or skimpy uniforms accentuate those feminine curves.

Why the slaughter? Why carpet the floor with corpses? Why are eyes rolled back, tongues poking out and fingers curled? Imaginary violence is already silly because it is imaginary. Such silliness is slapstick unless taken seriously. A theme of lethality is serious by default. As for the sprawl of bodies: excellence is celebrated and mediocrity shamed in summary.

Our fiction is like our dreams and daydreams: it is our imagination turning thoughts and feelings into fantasies. Even the nonsense makes sense. Think about it… always.

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