Posts Tagged ‘killing’

Killing defective children helps us all

Saturday, 26 February 2011

I don’t know why I read this article about an 8-year-old with a multiple-arrest record.  We all know the little shit is doomed and down the line will injure or kill others.

The boy said he acts out because he gets angry when adults don’t read to him or do something else he wants them to do, according to the incident report.

Can’t we painlessly kill him with that piston-thingy used to put down cattle?  There’s no evil intent, he’s just an irredeemable and dangerous mental defective that should be thrown out like a deformed machine part.

Look how easily the pistol-thingy’s instructions are converted!

To produce instantaneous unconsciousness, the bolt must penetrate the brain with a high concussive impact. For cattle, unruly children, the stunner is placed on the middle of the forehead on an “X” formed between the eyes and the base of the horns. Due to concerns about BSE (Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy) endocannibalistic diseases like kuru, saving brains is not recommended. Childrens’ brain and spinal cord tissue should be discarded and not used as food for either people or animals.

Defective parts should be thrown out. Same with defective children.

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How I spent my last Saturday off

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Every few weeks I get a weekend off and drive across the bridge to Hal’s. Hal lives with a ‘slave’, a real-life woman who obeys him. Mostly. But this post won’t be about their absurd relationship. I’m a firm believer in the main point of Geroge Orwell’s essay, “Shooting an Elephant”, which is. when one party assumes the role of tyrant, it’s their own freedom they destroy.

Sorry to get you interested in what I won’t be talking about for the rest of this post, but here’s a little bit more: Hal’s slave is far younger than he, with great snowy skin, but she’s fat in a not-hot way, despite the large rack. Also, though Hal knows her moods, I find her unsmiling obedient presence dour; I’d like to show her the door when I’m over there.

Hal has one of those ginormous big flat fucking televisions and all we do 90% of the time is play Xbox360. I find myself totally absorbed in the games, especially on the huge screen.

For the third time in as many weekends we tried to get the cheat of “Unlimited health” for Metropolis in the terrible Superman Returns game, but it never works. I really wanted to love the game, but it just sucks. I bought it for $9.99 at a Gamestop where the girl clerk said she should pay us $5 just to take it away.

After Superman, we played the demo download of the new X-Men Origins: Wolverine game. This was the highlight of the day. While the game has some flaws (everyone has their nitpicks) Wolverine the character is damned-near indestructable, just like in the film. But the game is so much gorier than the movie and Wolvy so brutal, I actually felt bad for some of the African mercenaries, literally diced into salsa like tomatoes in a blender. Nerdgasms will ensue.

Hal and I played the new UFC game demo. It was realistic and fun, and I say this not as a UFC fan. I like fighting and fights, strategy and sportsmanship, but UFC is a sport, not combat, and after awhile the ground stuff begins to look gay, even when one guy is ground and pound-ing the shit out of the other’s face. I found myself getting angrier and angrier at losing quickly. Just like in the real UFC, being hit at the correct angle drops your guy like a bag of dirt. I was cursing up a storm even when I won.

I played Ninja Gaiden II on the sissy setting. Excellent graphics but very tedious.

After a long, LONG day and night, eating the shit out of everything in sight (pizza, cheese sticks, ribs) and with my eyes feeling like scoops of napalm jelly, Hal and I fired up Rainbow Six Vegas 2, an excellent game with a dizzying shitload of options. Hal and I played split screen matches where we hunted 35 terrorists in various settings. We both ended up infuriated with each other for our incompetence and lack of communication, and were shouting and cursing and getting more and more pissed off. It was both hilarious and very depressing to be killed so many times, I wondered if these games make anyone think twice about going to war. Thanks to practicing meditation, between rounds I did have moments of absolute calm where I would laugh at the intensity of my rage. When I felt anger, frustration and hatred it was VERY real, yet a few times I could close it all off like a spigot. Negative emotions literally eat your strength away, but don’t tell it to Hal, who admires the Sith.

That was how I spent my last Saturday off. It will be three weeks before I get another one. We need some new games.

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