Psychic Warfare Department

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Subject:	Philosophical snuff
Time:	10:48 am.
Mood:	cheerful.

In light the ongoing trend of suicides in this nation I would like to present this little handy collection of tips. If you've decided to end it all be sure to take things into consideration first so that you get it done right for a change.

#1) Get rid of your porn collection and anything else embarassing that you don't want people to find, like your 400amp vibrator and your nude poster of Pee Wee Herman. Unless, of course, you find nothing embarassing about that at all. More power to you.

#2) Since your parents will just throw all you shit away (unless they're dead themselves), be sure to write some kind of will first to divvy up your loot to those who would actually appreciate it. This is also a good way to rid of all that porn from #1.

#3) Pay for your own damn funeral. Buy a space in a crematorium or at the very least fill an envelope with cash in your "will box" to pay for it. The society of the living is sick of having to pay for the funerals of inconsiderate suicides. We understand accidents happen, sure, but with suicide you've got no excuse - you knew it was coming, right? So be polite and put some money aside to cover these expenses so that your friends can mourn you instead of being pissed off that you dumped yet another stupid expense on them.

#4) Plant a time-delayed bomb in the home of someone who really needs to die (besides yourself). Set the timer for the day after you kill yourself. You've got nothing lose and people will think more of you if they know that you were the guy who took out Kwame or Bush from beyond the grave.

#5) Plan how to do it right. My advice is to travel to France or Japan first. Why? Well why not? Charge it all on your credit card. While you're there, you can do the actual deed by simply stepping in front of a bullet train. Why a bullet train? Glad you asked! These trains, when moving at full speed, are actually faster than the synaptic transit speed of the human body. This means that your brain will be turned into liquified spray before any of your nerves can even send it the message of "oww that hurt." In addition to being painless, it also avoids the issue of funerals altogether because by the time the train comes to stop there won't even be a stain, anymore. Kind of like having you ashes scattered across a fifty kilometer strip without even being cremated first. As you can see the bullet train method is not only pretty painless but it's also very polite as it leaves behind no mortal remains to bury and the cleanup, if any, can be done with a bottle of Windex.

#6) Train your replacement at work. Unless you hate your job, too. In that case start stealing money out of the drawer. Also, any blackmail you have on people should be posted all over the internet as you won't be needing it any longer. It's not like they come after you.

#7) The day before you finally do the deed, be sure to have sex with someone who's life you want to fuck up forever.

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Subject:	Addenum
Time:	2:36 am.

So going back to Bill Maher's "New Rule" against dissing France.

Okay Detroit is older than the United States itself. It was founded by the French. A trading outpost for beaver furs and whatnot.

Detroit & France have a lot in common to this day. Well, two things, namely: We're very liberal and very heavily armed.

Now most people have short memories and most American's don't know shit for history. When they think of France they think back to WW2 when the Germans stomped all over them. Yes, the Germans beat the French in WW2.

Well I guess there is a first time for everything. What do I mean? Check the whole record of European history and you'll see that the French have a well deserved reputation for being some Bad Mother Fuckers. England to the north, Spain the west, the Holy Roman Empire to the east, every single one of them looking for a piece of France and none of them succeded. From D'Artagnan to Napoleon to Lafayette, up until the 1940s fucking with France was like fucking with Russia. It was a bad idea.

So yes, historically, in the Big Picture, France has had it's share of tyrants, but they solved that problem - by beheading them. In public.

France had always believed in fairness, equality, and liberty for all. And if you try to get in the way of that, they butcher your ass. Just like another group of people who live in the southeast corner of Michigan.

Okay well it's 3am and apparently I'm now re-opening for another crowd of people who decided to drop in. Fun.

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Subject:	My fucked up life
Time:	2:10 am.
Mood:	exhausted.
Music:	my head hurts.

I like moneie
Tonight was another milestone. Not only did I make a decent profit, but someone took out their laptop, hooked it up to my "public" ethernet line, and paid off their bar tab to me with a credit card via PayPal.

Will that be paper or plastic?
Which means that I am now officially cooler than Mephistos, because they're still in the fucking Stone Age by not taking plastic - whilst I, on the other hand, am more a 21st century kind of scumbag.

Better late than never

luciferian finally showed up. Metal guy, metal shows, y'know? About fucking time. Having him show up was a plus, a sort of validation that I'm actually doing it right, now. Or, at the very least, not doing it completely wrong. As always, he brought good advice, whick is kind of the side-service that kung-fu masters are kind of expected to provide to people.

Bartender Rule #1
You must flirst with everyone who flirts with you. Male, female, straight, gay, hot or ugly, if someone flirts with you then you must flirt back. It's just good buisness sense. Keeps them drinking. Heck, they'll even buy you drinks, which is pure profit because otherwise you're just helping yourself to the bar for free, which actually ends up costing you money. As long as they think they've got a chance they'll keep coming back and buying more. It's kind of like being a stripper, only you don't have to be the least bit attractive to do it. The booze does it for you.

Bartender Rule #2
Never have sex with anyone. Male, female, straight, gay, hot or ugly. Having sex with people is bad for buisness because now you've got a regular customer, sure, but they're going to expect to drink for free from now on. Plus they'll get pissy when you continue to follow Rule #1 with everyone else. If you're good in bed, they'll never leave you alone. If you suck in bed then you've just lost a customer. So just don't do it - ever. It's never worth it. I am actually proud to say that I've never boinked any of my patrons or coworkers.

McJob
The moment you start doing something you normally enjoy as an actual job you will no longer enjoy doing it. Just ask any hooker.

For there is space to fill
I need a new roommate. Like NOW. Must be willing to pay $400 a month in rent, live without seeing the sun for days on end, deal with obnoxiously loud music every weekend and survive without any hot water. Any takers?

Didn't think so.

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Subject:	You've GOT to be fucking kidding me.
Time:	8:06 pm.
Mood:	grossed the fuck out.
Music:	some band playing downstairs.

According to the Chinese, a parasitic brain-eating fungus is an aphrodesiac. Like the Chinese need another fucking aphrodesiac in their country because, you know, there's just not enough of them already. Aphrodesiacs, that is. And the Chinese themselves. You know what China needs? Condoms. Not another aphrodesiac. They need fucking condoms. Trillions of them. And we should make them, here, in America. Fianlly something we know how to make in large numbers that we can sell back to China in the name of trade balance. Idea, huh?

"Hey honey, would you mind popping out a fifteenth kid if I girded my loins up by munching on this parasitic brain-eating fungus first? Don't worry, the doctor said that the chances of me blowing spores into your utereus and you giving birth to a mushroom covered hellbaby are pretty slim. Oh yeah baby, are you in the mood now?"

Dude, if I wanted mushrooms to start growing out of my dick then I'd pick up girls at Shitty Club.

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Subject:	The lions are getting hungry
Time:	12:42 pm.
Mood:	contemplative.
Music:	Walter Carlon - Theme music from A Clockwork Orange.

"You know, Von, killing people is just wrong."

"So we should never have intervened in WW2 and just let the Nazis take over the world?"

"Ok well sometimes you have no choice. If you have no choice then that's different."

"We had a choice. We could have just sat by and let millions die, just like we did in Rawanda. Just like you have a choice when you decide to eat a steak instead of a salad."

"Cows aren't the same as people. That's different."

"Why? A cow is bigger than a person. A cow contains a lot more living cells than a human being. Killing a cow is, in terms of biomass, a lot more death than just bumping off a single human being."

"But cows aren't intelligent like we are. They're just animals. That's different."

"Ahhh so the killing of less intelligent organisms is ok. Alright, let's start purging all the retards, underachievers, drop outs and Down Syndrome kids in gas chambers, then. After all, they're not as smart as you or me. Or at least me."

"But they're human beings! That's different!"

"So a human being that dumber than a pig still has more right to live than a pig does because it's a human being? So the real issue is really just killing outside your own species, is that it?"

"Well it's wrong to needlessly kill a member of your own species. That's different."

"So if a human kills a citizen of this planet who's not a member of the human race then that's ok?"

"Yes, that's fine. That's different."

"Well then by that reasoning then the reverse would also be true. After all, lions eat anterlopes, owls eat mice and sharks eat pretty much anything they can find. Even humans are preyed upon by various diseases and microbes of all kinds. Is that fair?"

"Well yeah, I guess so, that's how nature works, after all."

"Good. Now watch what happens when I pull this lever."

*splash*

"Aiigh!"

"Welcome to my shark tank. But don't worry, I'm not the one killing you, the shark is. It's perfectly fair, after all. Struggle all you want but the superior species will win in the end. Because if it is just a shark that kills you and not me, well, that's different."

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Subject:	Hereditary Traits.
Time:	4:42 am.
Mood:	wondering.
Music:	Aryia - My Revenge on the World.

As predicted my mother took the libery of selling my grandmother's old house, forging her name on all the documents and pocketing every last dime to buy a few more acres of swampland for her goats. The only part that offends me in this is that by doing so she has condemned my ailing grandmother to spend the rest of her days in a trailer house adjacent to my mother. My grandmother has hated my mother since I was five years old. She has a long list of reasons, too, even longer than my own, if you can imagine such a thing. No one should be forced out of their own home and into the care of someone for whom you have a mutual death wish.

The thing that is making my brow furrow right now, though, is that I am wondering if my mother actually bothered to take my grandfather's creamated ashes out of my grandmother's closet first and took them the Veteran's graveyard & the burial site there that he earned back in WW2. Knowning my mother it is far more likely that she just tossed them into the nearest garbage can. Yes, that is exactly the kind of person she is. Always has been. Now why my grandmother insisted on keeping them in her closet for long is beyond my understanding. Perhaps she just couldn't stand the idea of being seperated from him, but it would seem odd that she would carry so much sentiment over this man when she spent most of her married years in a constant state of adultry with various biker gang memebers. Oh well, women are insane and men are just plain stupid.

"The Devil possesses the broadest perspectives for God, and consequently he stays so far away from him." - Nietzsche

Still, should I actually outlive her, I can add some gravel and water to her ashes and use the resulting concrete to fashion myself a rather durable toilet seat.

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