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His father is a murderer, his mother is a whore”: I agree—my father is a murderer, my mother is a whore. And all humans are like that—that is what we are. It’s like when in Sri Lanka they took all the Tamil men, women, and children in a village and made them lie right down in the street and then ran a steamroller over them—and sold Coca-Cola to the children who watched.

This is what man is—which is to say, insanity. Adamant that he is a “good person”—adamant he is not a murderer, as I am a murderer, and adamant he is not surrounded by whores, as I am surrounded by whores. Yet insistent he is “always good” and “always does the right thing”.

Henry Kissinger never punched anyone, to my knowledge—he never got in a fight with anyone, he certainly never personally murdered anyone. He never did anything wrong, if by wrong you mean to break the laws and moral standards of his society at the time; or, if he did, it was some legal technicality that was wrong—not some obvious and vivid crime, like stealing an automobile.

Nevertheless, Henry Kissinger is a respected—albeit controversial—world figure who has recently died, and though many speak harshly of him there are many who see him as an impressive figure.

If he had got into a fight with a man in a bar and killed him by accident we wouldn’t know his name—and, if we did, we wouldn’t think too much of him. We’d say “he’s a bad guy” and “I’m not sure he’s learned his lesson”—something “should be done” about people like that.

Henry Kissinger killed and maimed hundreds of thousands of people. He never personally killed a person, but his decisions and ideas killed people. He was allowed to do that because there’s a group of men in a thing called “a Congress” that passes certain laws and is superintended by a President who controls foreign policy. If you exist within this system, which in fact dispenses with God or gods, you can do all sorts of things—you can have people killed, kidnapped, assassinated, you can have thousands of people killed, actually.

And it is acceptable, because it’s a legitimate state, and legitimate states can do that (although, if they lose a war, we may decide, if we are hypocrites, that everything they did is a retroactive war crime—for which they should be executed, even if we did the same).

“Good people” have killed and maimed millions of people over the centuries. They never killed a man in a bar fight themselves—they never even got a speeding fine. But they killed millions—and, because they had a magic piece of paper that allowed that, and because they were not impulsive people who just whacked someone over the head, that was allowed (with medals, which are vanity—Napoleon discovered how to control men through vanity, a democratic innovation).

They didn’t write rude words, they didn’t steal from shops, they didn’t personally kill anyone. But they are responsible for most of the suffering and pain inflicted by man against man over the centuries—and they are proud; they are right, they are good. Is this not a great hypocrisy? Is this not insanity? (carefully, you prepare the steamroller—you have a certificate in your pocket that lets you steamroller people, luckily enough; without that certificate, you’d think twice—being a “good” person; and yet these men, like Kissinger, are not even that responsible—he never personally pressed a button that killed people, to my knowledge).

“It’s, it’s different...” With the paper, yes, it’s different—here, I’ll just scribble a few words for you…now, if you can beat some other men in the name of these words you can do…well, you can do almost anything (from your office, it will not involve you personally, you understand—it will involve less intelligent and less imaginative men who just like to obey; but, ultimately, because they’re like robots, they couldn’t do it without your help—you provide the “good” program).

So your point is…the point is that you are a hypocrite. You condemn a man who hits someone, who steals, who murders—and then you participate in the same when it is “certified” by a questionable authority. “Didn’t Tolstoy say the same?”. Yes, he did—and although he was mostly wrong, he was right about that.

So your point is…that laws are hypocrisy and that there is only justice where the sacred heart rules. “And I suppose that’s going to be you?”. Oh, I am merely the son of a murderer and a whore—I wouldn’t say that I’m here to set the law of the sacred heart. You’ll probably catch me, next time you see me, floating across the Scottish Highlands as an omniscient ball of light (white or red)—that’s where people like me end up.

<<Bitterly>> “You think you’re very clever, don’t you?”. I think I’m stupid, I think I’m clever—I think I am what I am. “If you’ve quite finished behaving like Jesus Christ, could you come down off that fucking cross of yours?” I don’t know, I quite like it up here—it turns out that there’s liberation in pain, and they’ve just put a spear in my side (the hypocrites).

And I suppose you’re going to weep for the world now…or some whore…or some Jewess in New York who doesn’t believe in the immortal stars. I think you’re living in the past, that was several weeks ago, not today, and I’m not weeping for anyone today—I’m just, you know, here. I feel a bit insecure and sensitive today, because I opened up and hurt someone—and so they decided to hurt me.

Also, I have never wept for the world—I cannot deal with such abstractions, the world is too large and beautiful and seems too secure in itself to need redemption.


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