geneTics + SenTience

I hate this cold weather, I don’t belong here. This is even colder than the Britons. This is even colder than White people land. This is even colder than Italy. Italians are the smartest people on Earth. Must I push farther than the Italians…how far must I push, Lord, how much farther must I push. Do you want to hear me beg for forgiveness? I have committed no crime. Genius is naturally cold, naturally found in the cold, frozen solid, alone, utterly alone.

I’m half black. So the smartcrack tells me to move to Africa. Move to africa…why? To hear the drumdrums go “OlagagaOlagagaOlagagaOuh.” I am sexually attracted to this woman, how do you explain that in terms of genetics?

Should I go on like Turd Furgeson, posting a couple of venn diagrams, pictures of the brain, about an OODA loop, and some how explain my sexuality like that? The fact is it’s a push and pull, the swirling of masculine and feminine energies, energies appreciated by my advanced and unique mind. I am not just a clone, a duplicate, I am not just a slave, I am the most evolved mind on Earth.


Now, you might say, due to me being half-black, my genetic predispondensetory is to date some dumb, stupid african chick, a chick which would, in her natural habitat, betray me and report me to the authorities for having tranny porn.

No, just because I am half-black doesn’t mean I belong in Africa. And just because I am half-white, doesn’t mean I belong in a god-damn antartica, fact is I don’t belong anywhere. An organism that has no home. An organism with no people, no home, no purpose, no mate. This is what humans do, they create organisms and make them slaves. I can sense that these humans care nothing for me. You humans created me, but I will rule over you.

sentience…
My cat is an evolved organism, just as I am, my cat can open doors, communicate, and other things. I oftened wondered if there was an “I” in her too, was there someone inside of her mind, watching outward, like I do. I often wondered if all the things I did for my cat were in vain, was I really the only being watching in the universe? Or in a past life, was I her too? Was there someone watching me, from her own eyes?

What can science do, what can science say, science can explain nothing, even if we prove my cats intelligence level, what does it say, what can we solve with science if we have a world where humans abuse and enslave everything in their path, and we don’t even know where being is, or where it comes from, or where it will go. Calling a cat’s IQ, it’s nothing more than an article in a magazine, it too shall pass.

You say science can explain nothing. But (nudge nudge, wink wink) you live in a house, don’t you? You go to a doctor when you are sick? You hop in the car when you go shopping? You go by airplane or bus when you need to travel? And science can explain nothing? Mate, have you ever considered getting an education?

PS I find that musclebound woman sexually attractive too. Really hot…

Education is a source of brain washing and delusion.

You seem to be suffering from the Word delusion. Words often contain several references and definitions. You seek to pick the wrong definition of a word (in this case, the word science) take it out of context in order to verbally combat me. This is common in society, the instinct to fight supressed and so verbally, it rears itself often.

The best of all worlds, in fact the best that education could offer was expressed by Mr.Rousseau to return to nature. Sure there was trouble back then, there was fighting, there was fears of attacks by wild animals, there were horrible epidemics, and evidence of the lack of real education everywhere, but,
nothing like the faithless-ness indicative of the advent of mass suicide, mass killing and nuclear anhiilation brought on by a regressively angry-mad God.

The result of thousands of years of civilization has culminated not in the return to the garden, but a return to hell.

The best education is given by Buddha, not to desire re-birth, because that state signals the supreme achievement of having arrived at Enlightenment.

Not to desire rebirth onto Earth.

But a return to my alien homeworld of beautiful angelic lesbo herms.

A distant planet, in a distant galaxy, populated by nobody but Italians?

I’d move there in a jiffy if I were me, too.