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A Serious Rant About Life’s Ruiners

Disturbing Content, not suitable for children or anyone delicate.

When internet searches go awry…

I wanted to look up some trivia about actress Pam Dawber today, and lo and behold, I came across something else, someone with the same last name. It’s a story from 2010, but we see similar today, perhaps even more so, sickeningly enough.

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Check out this motley crew, such shining examples of humanity: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1321567/Care-worker-Tracy-Dawber-guilty-sexually-abusing-5-month-old-baby.html

Only if you read the full article can you appreciate the full breadth of what those people and those like them (and their protectors in government) are doing to us all. That story really pissed me off, aside from its being extremely depressing. There we have a prime example of what a slaughter-based civilized species of naked apes marching towards globalist socialism produces.

Consociationalism – where capitalism and socialism happily join forces.

And just think, there are plenty of other wastrels that approve of, patronize and enjoy what these slime bags produce. Babies and animals raped for entertainment, videos made, spread, emulated. Wealth to be gained from it all. They could be knuckle dragging idiots otherwise, but they’ve got all that tech stuff deftly mastered. And these undeniably guilty, sadistic, deranged, severely perverted people are still afforded human rights, are not put to death, are allowed to go free again someday while still able-bodied. Ever hear of life in prison or capital punishment for baby rapers? I haven’t.

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People have to be full of dread over what could happen to their children at any time; it would follow that many never allow their kids outdoors unsupervised any more. People needing babysitters on occasion must always have that chilling doubt about those they entrust with their babies. But then again, sometimes their life partners are abusing the children when alone with them. Sometimes both partners are abusing them together. Hot and steamy fun times, the “liberated” say of it all. If only all these uptight hypocrites would stop being so stodgy and stifling of human sexuality, they must think.

In this parasitic narcissist’s paradise, Larry Flynt is God.

Larry Flynt (of Hustler magazine and “free speech” fame) brags of “losing his virginity to” (raping) a hen at age 9; she was so maimed by the little sociopath that he had to kill her and dispose of her body. A really savage place in HELL is reserved for such people and those who support them.

Amsterdam in the Netherlands is held up by such liberated (proudly demented) minds as a model of sexual freedom for the world, along with all the other great “freedoms” enjoyed by socialist nations where everything is “free,” and where, purportedly, “inequality, exploitation and class have been eliminated.” In this freewheeling paradise, to judge anyone’s behavior or actions is the only sin. Anything else goes!

Amsterdam (pixabay)

The Amsterdam-based magazine Welstaat stated their sexual goals perfectly: “In the future, anything goes… You can have sex anytime, anywhere, with whoever wants it.” And evidently, if a baby, a dog, a bedridden paralyzed stroke victim or anyone else cannot or does not escape, then he or she “wants it.” And absolutely “anything goes” as far as what “it” entails. Marxist-style liberation at its finest.

“Give them bread and circuses”

…said a Roman writer regarding the Roman Empire. “Free” food and huge spectacles keep the populace happy, so they thought. But all it did was to destroy them. In 410 C.E., the Visigoths, led by Alaric, breached the walls of Rome and looted, burned, and pillaged their way through the city, leaving total destruction wherever they went. This continued for three days. For the first time in nearly a thousand years, Rome was fully dominated and taken over by non-Romans. The mass of contented hedonists were totally helpless to defend themselves or their city. Remind anyone of anything going on today?

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Good luck with your future and the future of your children, humanists.

I can’t wait to check out of this massive lunatic asylum dominated and run by the cream of the lunatic crop. I hear “heaven” consists mainly of happy, truly free animal spirits, and that there are comparatively few human souls there. Hope I get to be one of those few, at last. Am doing what I can to make up for past wrongdoings where I’ve let down or betrayed loved ones, but never will forgive myself…it’s up to others to forgive me or not. If they would I would be immensely grateful forever. I seriously do not want to have to come back to this Earth or any sort of place dominated by a species such as this one (or its fake god) ever again. Any place like that is a hell or a cruel purgatory. No more of that for me! I’ve done my damned time!

I’ve thoroughly had it up to here and beyond with life on this Earth so raped by “humanity.”

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Predators at Night – Escape from Horror

The other night as I and my brother and three of our dogs were hiking at night in a hilly neighborhood of Monterey Park, California, suddenly there was a distinctive yapping sound from the dark hills high overhead to our left. The yapping rose to howls and all sorts of unmistakable sounds from a pack of coyotes. They were frenzied, as if they were hunting and signaling to each other about where the prey had gone—or had seen us and were excited to have spotted our three dogs to kill and eat.

Photo credit: Google Maps image capture Dec. 2017 – Actual hills in the daytime; all we could see was blackness up there; the coyotes sounded ever closer. They had a great view of us in the streetlights.

We had planned on going in that direction to wend our way back to my car, but knowing we’d only be getting closer to the coyotes, we went the other direction as soon as possible. I kept hearing them as they seemed to be getting closer and closer and may have been looking for a way to get to the street from the hills; but soon it all quieted down and I assumed they’d caught an animal and were eating him/her. See this VIDEO or THIS ONE to hear what they sounded like.

Later on, as we drove to measure the hiking distance, as we passed that area the odor of skunk permeated the air. We surmised that the coyotes had killed and eaten a skunk, or more than one skunk. Apparently, when coyotes are hungry enough, the excruciating odor of skunk spray is not enough to deter them.

So we and our dogs had gotten back to the car safely, but having learned a lesson: Don’t traipse around anywhere near “wilderness” areas at night, especially not with dogs. Or at least carry an effective weapon like a walking stick, and a scary noisemaker like an airhorn or starter pistol.

For some odd reason, that incident made me recall something from long ago…

I was about 12 or 13 and had newly discovered that hugging and kissing with boys was very nice. I and my friend Jan were pretty boy crazy ever since the Beatles and Paul McCartney had been all the rage a few years earlier. We were obsessed with Paul and with Davy Jones of the Monkees, and any boy that reminded us of them was an instant object of our obsessive school-girl crushes.

Not us, but similar

Two such cute boys I’d known of since I was 11, they were D and O and lived near me. But they had well-deserved reputations as bad, sexually active boys who got girls “in trouble,” but at that time we didn’t know much, if anything, about sex and didn’t know boys near our own age could actually be dangerous. Maybe to some “slutty” girl they could be dangerous, but not to us, or so we thought.

They’d heard from somewhere that Jan and I liked them, so they started coming around and talking to us. We were very flattered, since they were “so cute” and they were known to only like the cutest girls.

But as we later found out, there was nothing friendly about their attention toward us…

They’d come around and O would smooch with Jan and D with me, and we thought it was just great and that kissing was as far as anyone our age ever went. But then the feeling up and their trying to get under our clothes would start and we’d have to exit the situation somehow and hope they weren’t mad at us.

On another occasion, my little ego was extremely stoked when some other popular boy told a group of others in my presence that I was D’s “friend” and that seemed to impress them, a lot. Little did I know.

D and his friends now make me think of coyotes, on the hunt for prey; the way coyotes lure hapless pet dogs into their clutches by being frisky—“hey come play with us, it’s all good!”—having sized them up and figured out the best way to get that easy meal. D and O were preying on Jan and me like a pair of coyotes, and we’d thought we had cute, popular, sports hero boyfriends. They even had an entourage, a pack of sorts, who showed up one night as we met D and O in a secluded area of the golf course nearby. This was where it got really frightening and could have ended horribly.

Jan and I had her two younger brothers tag along that evening, thinking things couldn’t get out of hand with them there. We planned to just enjoy some more kissing with our two hearts’ desires, but something strange was going on; suddenly about six or more other boys showed up and were lurking nearby, silently, watching. D was kissing and trying to grope me but I kept fending him off. I don’t know what Jan and O were doing, was too caught up with my situation. It seemed D was putting on a show for his nearby pack. I wondered how on Earth we were going to escape this situation. Jan’s one brother had taken off, who knew where?

Back Story

About six months earlier there had been a gang rape of a girl in an alleyway near D and O’s junior high school, in the daytime. I and some other of my friends had passed nearby and seen something very odd and frightening going on; a pack of boys surrounding and blocking the view of something obviously terrible that was happening. Later we heard that a girl had been gang raped by that pack of boys and that D and O were the ringleaders. I at 12 had no idea what “gang rape” was but knew it was something horrible. Jan and I refused to believe it was D and O; thought it had to be something else that had happened or that it was other boys. D and O were popular and great athletes; they couldn’t be lowlife rapists, could they?

Back to That Night

D was apparently wanting to get his show going and was getting angry at me for continually pushing his hands away. There was a sense in the air that things were going to get really bad and ugly, quickly. I started to walk away to get Jan and head home but D pulled me back, saying nothing. His black, soulless eyes scared the hell out of me. Then, something I’ll always thank my lucky stars for and be eternally grateful for…

Jan’s brother who’d left the scene had gone home and told his dad that we were in big trouble. Suddenly, like a gift from the angels, there came Jan’s dad’s old white Dodge Dart to an abrupt halt on the road nearby, with a honk of the horn. Jan and I broke away from our captors and sprinted to the car and hopped in, in no time flat. We breathed huge sighs of relief and apologized to her dad for being so stupid as to meet those two in a place like that. We’d really dodged a serious bullet there, having been moments away from a gang rape by eight or more boys.

After that, D never spoke to me or Jan again and was openly hostile, and Jan and I never spoke to O again either. We’d finally seen what they were and learned a huge lesson. I always wondered who that poor girl in the alley was, and how many others they’d done the same to. I thank all that is good for having escaped that awful situation due to Jan’s brother and her good old dad and his little rickety car. I don’t remember if I told either of my separated parents what had happened or if Jan’s parents told them… I would have preferred to spare them from that.

D had always been trouble…

He’d first cockily ambled his way into my sixth grade class in 1968, as a new student at the school, carrying the Jimi Hendrix album “Are You Experienced” under his arm. He was an instant smash with the girls, instantly the most popular boy in the school; a bad boy, edgy and enigmatic. He was Mexican, from a financially successful family and extremely good looking, although he was short, never got taller than about 5’5”. And he never smiled, only smirked or sneered; he was quiet, never raised his voice (one way he differed from real coyotes). But when he talked, everybody listened.

Several of the girls in that class were crazy about him and he quickly gave a number of them some serious “experience.” One had to be mysteriously absent from school for a few months. I later figured out she’d had a baby and had given it up for adoption. These were 11-year-olds here! Dennis had quickly hooked up with O in that class and the two of them went on to cause all sorts of such wreckage in people’s lives. Due to their antics, our sixth grade was known as the “grab room.” I always suspected that young D had to have been molested by women for him to have turned out so perverted, mean, and obsessed with girls and sex, especially at age 12.

I heard on the news much later on that O was killed (at age 21) in a car accident on the freeway. As far as I know, D is still alive and kicking and never got in much (if any) trouble for his crimes in life. He had to have been a narcissist and sociopath, a predator. A human coyote. But at least coyotes are only doing what they do so they don’t starve to death. With D, it was purely personal, and evil. I doubt that he ever changed and was sorry for the things he did; although, for everyone’s sake, I hope he did. “He” means all of such people. No one should ever experience their awful deeds.

[Article images, except for coyote hills neighborhood, are from pixabay.com.]

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How the heck do you know when someone’s quit being vegan?

Not to worry…

They’ll tell you anywhere, anytime, using any loony excuse. If you’re in line at the DMV they’ll come up behind you and trumpet, “I’m not vegan anymore!” and expect kudos and back pats. Out for a walk? A wild-eyed ex-vegan will shout to you from a passing hybrid car, “I listened to my body and am eating animals again!” Shopping for veggies? Some no-longer-plant-based harridan with a cart chock full of meat, eggs and milk will sidle up and warn you about the devastating dangers of all that fiber! The crazy constipated gleam of “I’m one of the normal acceptable people again!” will glimmer dimly from their jaundiced eyes. Those are exaggerations, but not too much.

On the web and want to look up “loud-mouthed boasting ex-vegans alleviating their guilt”? You’ll get nothing but tragic ex-vegan stories full of hate for vegans and overflowing with lavish praise for the ex-vegans from the usual suspects. You know, those same people who vociferously hate it more than anything when a vegan mentions he/she is vegan to avoid awkward food situations and such. Well, suddenly those people can’t get enough of “what I eat” talk and can settle in for a full day & night of “well ain’t those vegans terrible!” Vegan-hating is so much fun for them. So much more so than facing the truth about themselves, about the world, about morals and ethics, humanity, animals, about life itself.

But (with quavering voice) they’re out to save human lives!

These poor folks who blare and splash their ex-vegan stories all over the place almost died by faithfully following that dangerous diet craze…that malicious cult…and by God they’re going to warn others about it! Never mind the fact that their stories are totally fabricated or that they thought they could live on corn chips and soda or that they only needed some adjustments to their diets to accommodate any special needs or that they simply were never vegan or even vegetarian to begin with. Forget all that…just let your emotions and that old standby—smug complacency, as well as your base appetites, rule your thinking. Hop onto the nearest vegan-hating bandwagon or shout and chest pound along with some torch carrying mob: “Death to all diehard vegans!” Now there’s how you achieve real self-worth and happiness in life. Oh yeah?

Reality check…

Bragging ex-vegans were never vegan to begin with…they toyed with a trendy plant-based diet because they may have had a twinge of guilt over some slaughter footage; but they found going against society’s grain too hard to stick with, and they quit and made a huge vegan-hating stink about it like the shiftless betrayers they are. To blame their failure on anything/anyone other than themselves, they turned their scathing eyes and pointy fingers onto vegans, and they employed their hypochondria to its fullest to prove their points about the dangers of eating vegetables, fruits, grains, beans, nuts and seeds. So with full backing of a society largely into inventing and employing sociopathic excuses for purely evil practices, these ex-“vegans” now bask in the sorely missed comfort of fitting back in with that very sick society.

Fact: Anyone with access to plant produce and food markets can be vegan and very healthy. And that means the vast majority of the human race, even in the poorest of nations.

By Loupiote on Flickr

There’s enough variety of plant foods and enough technology to accommodate anyone’s particular restrictions or needs. But as long as they’re giving in to societal pressures and still eating animals, and they’re feeling guilt tugging at them for pretending it’s acceptable, they will do and say whatever they must to alleviate that guilt. And truth be damned.

Living comfy in a carefully constructed house of cards…

That’s how people like it. And wow, do they despise any upstart who comes along to upset their carefully crafted little world with something so rude as the truth about animals, breeding farms, slaughterhouses, all that stuff people love to pretend is acceptable behavior for human beings.

But that’s no way for any human to live, not if one values good morals and ethics and wants to make this world better. Only if one is happy being a parasite who habitually contributes to the unfairness and unspeakable suffering in this world can one be content in living that lie. But is such a human being meeting his/her great potential? For most, who are basically decent people, that happiness is a cushy nest made of lies. So of course many react with fury and no holds barred when some do-gooder comes by and topples and scatters that flimsy shelter of theirs with a mere:

“Animals matter…let’s all be vegan.”