Morals
I hate, when to me moralize, therefore it very much I like to read another. Verbal violence, so to say, to carry out over others.
And so. For a long time it is time to recognise that the person an essence is the latent maniac-murderer with the sadistic bents, afflicted with bloodthirstiness and a sexual dissatisfaction. People always with such pleasure looked at all atrocities, beatings, mockeries, rapes and other civil activity that any doubts in it any more does not remain.
But the majority of people - shaky poor ламачье with a gut is more thin a scaffold, a total absence of will power and besides suffering dense stupidity. Only it keeps them from transformation from spectators in participants. He need to admire only enviously the монструозными heroes and quietly to be engaged intellectual мастурбацией, representing itself on their place.
You look at the idols, the person is lovely! Glance in small spiteful душонку - you after all wish to be such, how they, the truth? You do not perceive this all as buffoonery - you after all seriously seems that it abruptly.
But you wonder - as you have reached such existence? Why your life is so empty, what you fill with its poor and silly fairy tales on pompous idiots, with pathos behaving with brutality, for conscience suppression - for the sake of any mythical "good"?
What, your life is a poor vegetative existence of the inhabitant? A survival for the sake of a grub and a grub for the sake of a survival? Falsification of the ideals under surrounding обрыдлую the validity? Regular using illusion of completeness of the life spilt in bottles on 0,5?
