Dear Stupid and/ or Unconscious 'Helpers', Job's Comforters, Liars, Deniers, Unconscionable Cowards and Other Hapless Idiots -

That little girl you want me to bury alive? She is the only thing stopping me from ripping off your head and shitting down your neck. I am infuriated when I look at you, hear you speak and realize the evidence of the folly of the notion of human progress and the oxymoron of human intelligence. It is then that I most want to hurt you. I want to hurt you really bad. I want to illustrate your own recklessness and coldbloodedness and feed it back to you. A fun-filled night of target practice from a clock tower in a public square comes to mind.

When the little girl looks at you, she feels a simultaneous blend of terrible loneliness, and a very deep pity for all that humankind will never be. She feels sorry for you and for all of us. She sees you as pathetic and helpless. She sees you as fragile and doesn't want you harmed. She has compassion and mercy in the face of your incompetence. She is the difference between people like me and people like Adolph Hitler.

Do you still want me to ignore her and 'just get over it'? Well, do ya punk? It's your call, ya dumb motherfuckers. Actually, it's a wake up call. You can't afford to be indifferent. If you value your own hide, you will stop calling for people to bury their children alive because the grave next to that child's might be your own. And I wouldn't shed a single fucking tear over it. Not one. I'd just get over it and move on.



Forever Yours (whether you like it or not),

The Traumatized Among You