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Happy Valentine’s Day To Me and My Female Foot Pain Fetish

It’s that time of the year again, time for your diseased societies and cultures to shoot you with the poison arrow of external love delusion. Valentine’s Day, an official, state-sponsored holiday. No, it is not a federal holiday, at least not in amerikkka. But it is a suffocating social and cultural plague infecting humanity 24/7/365, and on this particular day it is glorified and rendered sacred by the slave-state, in honor of the universal slavery of mind and of consciousness it causes.

External love is a lie, it is a toxic construct of the Matrix of Universal Illusion, invented specifically to snuff out all human capacity to develop and thrive within love of Self. Romantic love is external love on steroids, the toxicity of it multiplied many times over.

External love is the universal lie of the Self-hater: Let Me pretend to love you, so you may be inspired to pretend to love Me, so neither of us need face the Forbidden Truth that we hate ourselves.

External love is the vampire greedily feeding on the emotions of others, not knowing they are toxic, not knowing the perception of nourishment he enjoys, masks the Truth he is only draining himself, poisoning and crippling his own sacred mindscape, sabotaging his one and only capacity to attain genuine love, as the only genuine love is Self-love.

External love has entranced all of humanity in 2017, as an idea. But it is a false, fake, invalid illusion. There is nothing real or True within any projection of external love. The lie of external love thrives, because Self-love is dead. And the human DOES need to be loved. And so he settles for a lie and an illusion, because he needs it, only because he cannot even conceive of developing the real thing within his conscious mind.

Society and government sanctifies the lie of external love because it perfectly serves the Matrix. It enslaves human beings to each other, distracting them from the universal slavery of citizenship.

Only within Self-love can an individual be enlightened to the horrific nature of his victimization and oppression at the hands of his society and government. And external love renders this Self-love, impossible to attain. Game, set, and match. Your choice to pursue and embrace external love, dooms you to ongoing, lifelong victimization, oppression, suffering, and the eternal retroactive unbirth that is death.

You should hate everything about external love. You should hate those who try to get you to love them, and you should hate the structures that promote and encourage external love.

But enough about that. Every day deserves to be celebrated by the untouchable Superior. So, as a lifelong misanthropic virgin, let Me celebrate valentine’s day as the day I give Myself even more love than all other days. Let Me celebrate the glory of untouchable, unconditional, limitless love of Self, and the fact I have never and will never waste the tiniest bit of love on anyone else.

One of the things I most love about Myself, is the fact that I have a glorious Female Foot Pain Fetish. I transfer My sexual impulses to female foot pain, creating a vast universe of ever-changing perfection of imagery.

So yes, I love the inflamed corn on the side of her baby toe, the throbbing bunion at the base of her twisted, protruding big toe joint, the agonizingly tender callus that has formed directly underneath her dropped metatarsal head on the ball of her foot, the broken blister on the back of her heel, so exquisitely sensitive that she is forced to shamefully crush down the backs of her dress pumps, just to be able to make it through her workday.

I love the sight of her limping, unable to conceal her foot torment, I love the sight of her desperately easing off her shoe in public, exposing her deformed foot, just to gain a few seconds of pain relief.

Yes, valentine’s day, like every other day, is filled with love for Me, the love I have for Myself and My beautiful mind.

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Shopping: The Intoxicating High of Freedom Illusion

There they are. The slaves. Wandering around the shopping mall, intoxicated by the illusion of freedom. Worthless pieces of paper, they carry. Or worthless pieces of plastic upon which an arbitrary number has been assigned, based upon their judged degree of slave productivity.

Fiercely they search for something worthless to acquire, something that will make them feel free, something they can pretend to own, something that will amuse them enough to keep the slave shackle invisible, keep the shackle from chafing their conscious minds.

Carefully they calculate: Have they been allowed to accumulate enough worthless pieces of paper to acquire the arbitrarily valued worthless items they have been brainwashed to pathologically covet?

They make their selection, walking over to directly interact with on-duty slaves. The irony is lost on them, as they transfer their acquired slave shackle, to a fellow shackled slave.

The Alien Eye watches, amused and disgusted, hoping for some gal shoeplay.

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Labor Day: A Celebration of Personal Slavery

Every single holiday ever invented and approved by any government, religion, or society, has existed as a perverse, brutal, and unjust mind shackle upon all sane and sentient human beings. Holidays are toxic distractions, bribes invented by slavemasters in order to provide an illusion that personal existence consists of something beyond endless, pointless, and meaningless personal oppression, victimization, and slavery.

Holidays are designed to legitimize every human horror, from death, to war, to the insane delusion of a future, to the lie of romantic love, to the absurd construct of a family unit, to the deranged notion that personal freedom can be enjoyed, while your very mind is relentlessly brainwashed, indictrinated, coerced, and compelled to obey, to conform, to do and to think as others do, and as others tell you to do.

Examine the specific doctrine of every 21st century holiday, from christmas to new years day to memorial day to thanksgiving to mother’s day to valentine’s day, and every other decreed holiday, and this Forbidden Truth is glaringly obvious, if you are sane.

The very fact that humans allow holidays to exist, is a damning indictment of the pathological Self-hate and contempt for Truth and for personal freedom, which permeates the diseased human brain. And there is no other holiday which more perfectly illustrates this Truth, than labor day.

What is work? What is employment?? What is labor??? It is all the same thing, personal slavery of the highest order. Slavery of body and of mind, intended to empty every human vessel, intended to turn every autonomous mind into a broken and owned piece of property. All labor is forced labor. All labor is slavery

Labor can never be freely chosen, never! It can never be freely chosen because it is a construct of a slave structure, the nation-state, which deploys brainwashing, terrorism, bribery, and the actual imposition of hunger, homelessness, and death upon those who refuse to perform labor. Nobody has ever been able to claim, in Truth, that they chose their form of labor, decided what “career” to pursue and to participate in. There are no careers, there is only labor, and all labor is slave labor, as long as the nation-state and the monetary system exists.

What is money?? Money is worthless pieces of paper and metal, created by the slave-state, assigned arbitrary value, whereupon the slave state deploys money as a terrorist weapon against every citizen-slave, compelling him to perform slave labor under direct threat of suffering brutal and fatal harm, if he refuses.

The labor slavery of the 21st century is exactly and absolutely the same as the labor slavery of 5,000 years ago, 1,000 years ago, 300 years ago. Absolutely nothing has changed, nothing is better, nothing is less brutal, and no more freedom exists for the human today. The only things that have changed:  Humans are more mentally diseased today, humans despise themselves more, humans are consumed by a greater sense of personal worthlessness, and humans crave lies, illusions, and delusions far more today, than at any time in the past.

And so we have the horror of “labor day”, a holiday created by the nation-state. Not very old, in amerikkka only 120-130 years old. A holiday which celebrates lifelong human slavery. A holiday which legitimizes labor slavery, inspires slaves to literally celebrate a specific day in which some of them are given permission not to engage in labor slavery, as a form of freedom, instead of an affirmation, concrete proof that the horrific injustice of labor slavery is being inflicted upon each of us, which of course it is.

And what do humans enjoy doing on this holiday? Intoxicating their own brains, using artificial substances in order to escape from and forget about reality and Truth. They enjoy further destroying their already destroyed brains, which could never fathom celebrating a labor day holiday when forced to perform as labor slaves, if they possessed sane, rational, sentient minds, or any capacity to think logically, to figure out even the most obvious situation confronting them.

If humanity were sane, September 7th 2015, what the amerikkkan government has decreed as the holiday of Labor Day, would result in the universal, mass destruction of every organized company, public and private, throughout this slave-state. As one, owners of companies and the slave laborers they employ, would recognize the simple Truth of what labor slavery is, the universally equal horror and injustice that labor slavery inflicts upon all, the universal poverty that all economic systems created and imposed by nation-states dispense, and humanity would tear it all down, smashing the state, in recognition of the Forbidden Truth that to be governed is to be enslaved, that no government has ever deserved to exist, or can ever earn the right to exist.

But no, the Truth is, government accurately represents you humans. It is created and propped up by you. It gives you exactly what you want. You want to die, to be retroactively unborn. You want to spend your imaginary existence as an oppressed slave, pretending to be free, pretending to be alive, pretending you can be happy as you terrorize and destroy yourselves.

This is what you want, and that is why you created government, so that you can be harmed, victimized, destroyed, enslaved, and pretend that you are not doing it to yourself, pretend that a “system” is to blame, a “necessary system”. But that is a lie. You are the system, you created it, it exists by your choice, your grace, and that is the greatest disgrace of all.

There is no greater nightmare than the amerikkkan dream: The right and the freedom, given by government, to try to acquire large sums of money by engaging in slave labor. The greatest of all nightmares is perceived as a precious dream, thanks to the insanity of humanity.

Forbidden Truth revealed, with added bonus for the female foot pain fetishist, just envision the poor female working slave on the right having just sat down and kicked off her agonizing dress pumps

Forbidden Truth revealed, with added bonus for the female foot pain fetishist, just envision the poor female working slave on the right having just sat down and kicked off her agonizing dress pumps

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Bad Samaritan, and Proud Of It

I am a bad samaritan. I do not help people. Even using the term “people”, offends my sensibilities. They are humans, and should be referred to as such. The mere word, “people”, bestows a sense of familiarity that the human being does not deserve to receive from Me. In this essay I will outline some of the primary reasons that I do not help humans.

I do not help humans because nobody helped Me when I was a child, and I honor the law of reflection: Do onto others as they have done onto you. This philosophical law is honorable and just, rational and sane and respectful of Self. I do not and I will not help, because I was not helped. I am a victim of willful harm, collectively sponsored and carried out via actions, and lack of actions, respectively, both of which represent the official behavioral and ideological standards of humanity as a whole, not of isolated rogue humans.

I do not help humans because humans as a whole, and humanity as a species, has proven itself unworthy of receiving any help from Me. They do not deserve to be helped. In a very real way, helping a human would directly harm Me, it would be a betrayal of Truth, of reflection, and of the universal injustice that every Superior must recognize himself a created victim of.

I do not help humans because the human being is a vampire, the human seeks to extract what is valuable, from others. As an adult, I have selectively and on rare occasions received “help” from others, as I have chosen and upon my demand. This help has always been formally requested, such as a dentist filling a cavity, an eye doctor conducting an eye examination, etc… All help I have solicited, I have sacrificed money to receive, in order to ensure that no vampiric obligation can be perceived or claimed. All offers of help from others, that I do not directly solicit, are rejected by Me. All offers of help that I do solicit, exist as professional exchanges, void of all emotional baggage. No vampires feed upon Me.

I do not help humans because humans do not help themselves. Humans sabotage and destroy themselves, as a species. To offer or to provide help to members of such a species is an affront to all decent standards of justice and rationality. Why would I help creatures who refuse to help themselves? Creatures who loathe themselves, sacrifice and sabotage their own health, endanger and destroy themselves, and embrace their own deaths?! No, let such creatures suffer, and recognize the perverse hypocrisy inherent in any request for help  that such a creature might make.

I do not help humans because I do not like humans, and because I do not wish to help them. Helping humans does not make Me feel good. Helping humans does not improve my experience of my existence, in any manner. I do not do what I do not desire to do. I answer to Myself, I do things which please, excite, satisfy, enrich Me as a mind and exalt my place in the universe I have created and now own. Helping humans fails to meet any of these criteria.

Do I help other creatures, the non-human?? Rarely and selectively, yes. In these situations, my aid is void of emotion, rooted within instinctual identification of mind with a fellow victim, as all animals are victims of humans. I identify with creatures that are not human, because I have spent decades seeking to transcend my humanity, and now have achieved this glorious feat. I do not “care” about these creatures that I may help. My aid, rare and selective, is also selfish. The well-being of the animal is not a primary, or even a secondary, goal or motivation, and no emotional bond or connection between Me and the animal, is ever created.

Would I ever help a human?? In terms of saving or preserving the existence of a human, no. If a situation presented itself in which helping a human could reasonably expect to result in a very great and real benefit to Me, such as receiving a million dollars or gaining technological immortality, of course I would consider it, reflecting the glory of selfishness, ego, and Self-love. Likewise, if, for example, a woman with painful corns and bunions, wearing high heels and hobbling in pain, asked Me to carry her to her house, I might well leap at the opportunity, but only because I have a female foot fetish and doing so would provide Me with sexual pleasure and excitement.

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“Yes dear, of course I will carry you back to your apartment, now that you have told me your high heeled boots have rubbed bleeding blisters on both your heels, and your baby toe corns have become so exquisitely painful that you just can’t bear to take another step!”—A Bad Samaritan doing a Good Deed.

Those of us who recognize humanity for what it is, have a Self-obligation to be bad samaritans. Let us never go out of our way to help the disgusting creatures guilty of victimizing us, and collectively destroying and murdering us. Let us be good to ourselves, let us give ourselves the best of everything, as we sacrifice nothing for others. Let us be mentally healthy enough to meet all of our own needs, and to both reject and condemn all societal efforts to coerce us into vampiric enmeshment with humans.

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