
SlayerSlayer
The Satoru Iwata of incels.is
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Any form of sincere murder fantasies is ultimately a cry for suicide or a stressful life on the run. It's all so calculating nothing about it is animalistic or hedonistic. I don't even consider murder that evil. I mean, in some ways you are putting people out of their misery. The tendency is that you don't even know the people you murder too. How is that satisfying??? There is no more gratification killing a random human than there is to murder a dog, or a cow. Murder is generally a fast death compared to the many ways you can die.
An abuser abuses all his life and lives happily. They abuse because they don't have a care for rules at all. There's just something more alpha and masculine about abusing those weaker than you and wanting to live and be happy and naturally have your way thru sheer physical force and intimidation. You look forward to your life being better at the expense of others. There is a satisfaction in basking in the meekness of others.
Abuse isn't torture, and for some reason I am not into it. I am not a pure sadist in that I would not find it satisfying to inflict pain on others for its own sake. There's no connection there. No context. Abuse is abuse BECUASE of some kind of strong, lasting bond that tethers you together. It's being a happy retard tard socking a tetherball on a stick all day. There is tactile sensation in a punch or choke.
In a fucked up way, abuse is a form of love. It's about feeling secure that you can be a really flawed person and still be enough to hold that relationship together. That you cannot be your own worst enemy and possibly fuck it up or be at fault for losing those I abuse.
An abuser abuses all his life and lives happily. They abuse because they don't have a care for rules at all. There's just something more alpha and masculine about abusing those weaker than you and wanting to live and be happy and naturally have your way thru sheer physical force and intimidation. You look forward to your life being better at the expense of others. There is a satisfaction in basking in the meekness of others.
Abuse isn't torture, and for some reason I am not into it. I am not a pure sadist in that I would not find it satisfying to inflict pain on others for its own sake. There's no connection there. No context. Abuse is abuse BECUASE of some kind of strong, lasting bond that tethers you together. It's being a happy retard tard socking a tetherball on a stick all day. There is tactile sensation in a punch or choke.
In a fucked up way, abuse is a form of love. It's about feeling secure that you can be a really flawed person and still be enough to hold that relationship together. That you cannot be your own worst enemy and possibly fuck it up or be at fault for losing those I abuse.
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