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A world run by psychopaths

HonestInk,

25,000 people. Twenty five thousand. Killed simply because they are in the way.

What Hamas did was worse than the worst horror film I have ever watched and I’ve seen most. We generally don’t get to hear what goes on that’s the thing. Pretty much the same atrocities were committed in the Bosnian war and I have that from a first hand account. War gives men Carte Blanche to murder, rape, torture and view the enemy as little more than a mutant animal.

But to kill 25,000 mostly innocent people?

Back in the day the Taliban were good at allocating medicine and anaesthetics to the male hospitals when supplies were short. Women gave birth both naturally and through caesarian section completely unmedicated. Bellies sliced open to bring forth life. It’s 2024 and it’s happening again to the Palestinian women because medicines cannot get through and hospitals are destroyed.

Iran is getting cocky again. Iran, that place that even Stephen King couldn’t have made up, that would have been Dante’s 10th circle of hell if only he’d known. A black hole of hate ruled by constantly reincarnated mullah’s from the 13th century. Vicious and spiteful and mealy mouthed. Filled with hate and righteous indignation that is passed on from generation to generation of mentally retarded little men. Religion and rules and regulation and control, especially of women. Dirty, dirty women. Tormentors of men leading them away from the path of godliness. when they’d rather fuck a little boy or next door’s goat.

Putin, the fucking psycho killer freak is like something off a true crime Netflix documentary. Ranting and raving and having little boy wanks over his latest kills even though everyone in the sane world hates him. Including his own people. He’s a true psychopath and he’s allowed to play with the world for his enjoyment.

Kim Jong Un, wow. Now he’s a big fat horror story joke if he wasn’t so lethal. Another raging nutjob with his fat stinking finger on the button.

The USA has an old man with alzheimer’s with other’s pulling his strings. A façade so obvious it defies credibility yet it is so.

Here in Britain we have little boys and men running round with knives killing random people like they are in some VR game. Grooming gangs, pimps, murdering husbands and general baggy joggered toe rags running amok. Rapists getting away with pretending they are women so they can get themselves even closer to their pray. Paedophiles more rampant than cockroaches in a dirty Bradford kitchen caught by dedicated vigilante groups because our police can’t be trusted any more.

When I was 19 I argued about the benefits of a world with just a few men. I was a feminist but they are pretty much long gone now. Women have put themselves back generations from their liberating gains. For what? To all look identical. Preening with fat kiss me lips and long, gemmed fingernails that disable them from doing anything worthwhile. Live rubber dolls. Exactly what men have always wanted.

I’ve lost my fight now and I can’t see the present generations of women thinking further than their next application of fake tan. They need to wise up, and fast. But they won’t.

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